The Prince of Tennis: My tennis skills come from Naruto

Shuichiro Oishi felt the burning friction and pulling sensation on his scalp, and the abrupt "groove" in the center of his head brought an unusual coolness in the breeze.

He raised his hand, his fingertips trembling, and hesitantly and cautiously touched the scalp that had been "plowed," the sensation of which was unfamiliar and strange.

Meanwhile, onlookers could clearly see that Oishi Shuichiro's originally neat, short, black hair was now being forcibly squeezed and pushed to both sides by the tennis balls.

The tennis ball had carved a clear and shocking groove into the center of his scalp!

The dent was deep, revealing the light-colored scalp underneath, while the surrounding hair lay disheveled on both sides, forming an extremely comical and humiliating middle-part hairstyle.

This design, through experimentation, also entered Shuichiro Oishi's mind.

He froze on the spot for a moment, slowly and stiffly lowering his hand from his scalp like a gear without oil, then turned his head to look at the tennis ball rolling towards the sidelines.

He then looked blankly at Kamiya You, who was smiling but appeared so indifferent, as if he had just casually swung his racket.

His mind went blank, with only the "thump-thump" sound of the ball being juggled echoing mercilessly in his empty mind.

"Kamiya You scores! 40-0!" Saito Shu's score announcement came late.

The area for second and third graders was completely silent.

Near the first-year area, Atobe Keigo shook his head with a wry smile. He hadn't expected this scene at all; as expected of Kamiya.

Then he glanced at Shuichiro Oishi.

Fortunately, although this guy wasn't very sensible, at least he was relatively resilient.

Otherwise, it wouldn't be good if rumors spread on the first day of school that the new captain of the tennis club had made a first-year member cry.

After all, there's a saying: "You can lose your head and bleed, but you can't dishonor your hairstyle."

If it were him...

Well, there's no such "what if".

Meanwhile, in the first-year section, Sengoku Kiyosumi, upon seeing this scene, winked and nudged Shishido Ryo next to her, her eyes seemingly saying, "That hairstyle is so interesting, isn't it?"

Gakuto Mukahi stared at Shuichiro Oishi's comical hairstyle, while marveling at Yo Kamiya's ball control: plowing the scalp without hurting the head, how abnormal must that ball control be to do?!

Even Kikumaru Eiji couldn't help but laugh when he saw Oishi Shuichiro's current hairstyle. "Hahaha, Oishi, your hair is so interesting."

Shuichiro Oishi dodged Eiji Kikumaru's eager hand, his expression awkward and slightly embarrassed, a blush rising on his cheeks. "Kikumaru!"

"Alright, alright," Kikumaru Eiji said, barely managing to stop laughing when he saw that Oishi was really getting angry. He withdrew his hand and tried to make his expression look serious, but the smile in his eyes was still impossible to hide.

But remembering the game wasn't over yet, he took a deep breath, suppressed the urge to laugh, and got back into position to receive the ball.

Meanwhile, Kamiya You first admired the work he had created with a smile before teeing off again.

"Bang!"

The first serve was nothing more than a normal fast serve, but it still easily secured the last point for Kikumaru Eiji.

"Kamiya You scores!"

"Game, Kamiya You, 1-0! Switch sides!"

During the scene change, Kikumaru Eiji patted Oishi Shuichiro on the shoulder, who was still not fully recovered from his shock.

"Relax, Oishi. The next game is our serve, so we still have a chance. Good luck!"

Although he verbally encouraged Shuichiro Oishi to keep going, Eiji Kikumaru knew very well that they couldn't win.

After all, even Yukimura, who can destroy the five senses, couldn't get even one win against Kamiya. Although he and Oishi were fighting two against one, to be honest, their combined skill level was not as good as Yukimura's alone.

The second and third-year students watching from the sidelines shared the same thoughts as Kikumaru; their eyes had dimmed again.

"It seems... there really is no other way..."

"Really...they're not even in the same league..."

"They've been completely manipulated by Kamiya." Someone sighed, looking at Oishi Shuichiro's comical hairstyle.

The 90-second break passed in the blink of an eye, and the three of them took their positions.

"It's now Shuichiro Oishi's and Eiji Kikumaru's service game, with Eiji Kikumaru serving first."

Eiji Kikumaru leaped high into the air, then swung his racket with a "Hey!"

"Bang!"

The flying tennis balls all exude a lively spirit.

Kamiya Yo watched the incoming ball, his steps light and his posture composed.

Based on Kikumaru Eiji's previous returns, he had a clear understanding: like Oishi, Kikumaru was at the regional beginner level.

However, compared to Oishi, Kikumaru Eiji had far too many underhanded tactics.

It's too easy to predict, too easy to see through, and too easy for the opponent to use it as a point of attack to set a trap.

The judgment in his mind did not affect his actual actions at all.

Kamiya You took a sidestep, followed by a clean and decisive counterattack.

"Bang!"

The sound of the ball hitting the ball was crisp and ordinary, without a heavy sense of pressure or any strange spinning sound effects.

The tennis ball flew in a straight line, landing precisely on the baseline to Kikumaru Eiji's right.

Although he felt the shot was ordinary, Kikumaru Eiji, who knew Kamiya You's strength well, dared not be careless at all.

He pushed off with his feet and swiftly and nimbly rushed towards the landing point.

However, just as he swung his racket to hit the ball, it did not bounce as he had predicted.

Instead, it bounced at an extremely tricky angle, close to the inside of the edge line, in a direction away from his body!

"What?!"

In a flash, Kikumaru Eiji, relying on his superb flexibility and reflexes, twisted his waist and changed the trajectory of his swing at the last second, attempting to reach the elusive tennis ball with the outer edge of his racket.

But in the end, the very edge of the racket frame barely grazed the outermost fuzz of the tennis ball.

"Kamiya You scores! 0-15!" Saito Shu's voice rang out.

"Huh? The serve... and they've already scored?" A player on the sidelines asked in confusion.

"It looks like a very ordinary counterattack, doesn't it? Why didn't Kikumaru catch it?"

"Positioning! The trajectory of that shot was just too tricky!"

"Kamiya-kun's control over the landing point of the tennis ball is too precise. This ball's bounce was perfectly positioned in the most uncomfortable spot for Kikumaru's return."

A third-year student who knew a little about football saw through the trick and exclaimed in amazement, "This is even more... more agonizing than simply crushing the opponent with a special counterattack."

Hearing this from afar, Atobe Keigo nodded to himself.

That's right, Kamiya's worst hobby is to tormenting people by weaving "within reach" illusions for them.

He deliberately used the most straightforward response, making the two first-year students think they were just a hair's breadth away from scoring.

But little did they know that their fate was sealed the moment the ball left their racket!