The Prince of Tennis: My tennis skills come from Naruto

But before Kikumaru Eiji could celebrate for long, the next ball, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound, shot towards the right sideline like a golden lightning bolt.

The two players in midfield exchanged a glance and then started moving instantly.

They resorted to their old tricks again, moving to the right simultaneously as if mirroring each other, and attempting to block the line by crossing positions.

This time, Kikumaru Eiji didn't even have to step in; Oishi Shuichiro hit the ball back.

"Bang!"

The ball flew towards Kamiya You's half of the field, but a barely perceptible smile appeared on Kamiya You's lips.

He had already moved into position, his arm outstretched like a bow, and executed a seemingly effortless backhand diagonal swing.

But the ball's trajectory is incredibly tricky!

They flew straight towards the open space on the left, created by the two men's full-force rightward movement.

"Oh no!" Alarm bells rang in Oishi Shuichiro's mind, but his center of gravity was still on his right side, and it was too late to turn around now.

Although Kikumaru Eiji was exceptionally agile and flexible, he immediately lunged back like a startled cat, but the distance was simply too great.

The yellow tennis ball bounced lightly a second time inside the left sideline, as if carrying a silent mockery.

"Kamiya You scores!"

"Game, Kamiya Yao, 2-0!"

Kamiya You stood in the right service court, holding the tennis ball, his eyes gleaming with interest.

What should we play for the next ball?

Ok……

Got it!

"Bang!"

This serve landed unusually on the inverted triangle in front of the left side of the service area, and Oishi Shuichiro quickly stepped forward to prepare to return the ball.

But after the ball landed, it underwent a violent lateral and rearward refraction, as if it had been touched by an invisible hand.

It bounced straight towards the area in front of the net, not far from where Eiji Kikumaru was responsible.

"What?!"

Shuichiro Oishi watched helplessly as the ball "defected" from his predicted trajectory. He forcibly stopped his momentum to the right and staggered to the left to make a save, but it was too late.

"Kamiya You's score! 15-0!"

On the next ball, Kamiya You used the same trick again.

Eiji Kikumaru, while quick to react, lacked insight and only realized what was happening when the ball bounced to the left and back.

Seeing that the ball was about to slip out of his control again, Kikumaru Eiji gritted his teeth, then leaped forward with all his might, his arm outstretched, his racket reaching desperately towards the tennis ball that had bounced up and was now only knee-high.

Red hair flew through the air, and beads of sweat glistened in the sunlight.

Closer! Even closer!

The racket touched the yellow tennis ball!

"We've run into them!" someone exclaimed in surprise.

Eiji Kikumaru used his wrist dexterity to hit an extremely brilliant short high lob.

The ball traced a high parabola and gracefully sailed over the net.

But before he could even swing his racket, Kamiya Yo had already reached the net, "Bang!"

A merciless smash.

"Kamiya You's score! 30-0!"

As Kikumaru Eiji watched his attempt to score fail and was about to fall to the ground, he executed a beautiful one-handed brace, then flipped to the left, turning 180 degrees in a flash before landing safely on his feet.

"What a beautiful flip!" Sengoku Kiyosumi exclaimed, though even the best flexibility was useless in front of Kamiya-kun.

Things did indeed develop as he had predicted.

What followed was a showcase of Kamiya You's precise ball control.

One ball hits an ace at the outside corner, one ball hits an inside corner, one ball hits a close-range slice...

A wide variety of return/serve types, and unpredictable ball trajectories.

Each time, Oishi and Kikumaru had to exert all their strength to occasionally catch or counterattack, but they just couldn't score.

Yuko Fujii slowly flipped the scoreboard.

3-0……

4-0……

5-0……

Until the very last game,

The sixth game, although nominally a service game for Shuichiro Oishi and Eiji Kikumaru, was actually match point for Yo Kamiya.

The scoreboard showed 5-0, and the 40 mark next to Kamiya Yo was so striking.

Shuichiro Oishi stood on the service court, holding the tennis ball that felt incredibly heavy in his left hand, which was both sticky and wet.

Sweat blurred his vision. He blinked hard and wiped his eyes several times with his equally damp wristband before he could barely make out Kamiya You's figure on the other side.

His figure was upright and steady, his breathing even, as if the intense six-game match just now was merely a warm-up.

On the other hand, his legs felt like they were filled with lead, his lungs were burning, and his heart was pounding heavily against his chest with every heartbeat.

Shuichiro Oishi's black pupils were filled with complexity.

It's the last ball...

"Ha," he thought to himself with a self-deprecating smile.

He and Kikumaru teamed up, but so far they haven't gotten a single point...

When Oishi Shuichiro stood up to uphold the tennis club's honor and challenged Kamiya You to a match, he never imagined that things would turn out this way.

Whose human has fought more than ten matches of one against two, yet their stamina remains as deep as the ocean, without losing even a little bit throughout the entire match!

At the beginning of the game, Oishi Shuichiro thought that Kamiya You's return speed had decreased because he had exhausted too much energy, but now it seems that he was too naive.

"Bang!"

The tennis ball slipped from his hand, carrying with it the last vestiges of his pride as it hurtled towards the service court.

Kamiya You simply flicked his racket lightly.

"Bang!"

A yellow light tore through the air, precisely piercing the blind spot where the two were positioned!

They were not given a chance to react.

"Crunch"

The sound of the tennis ball hitting the barbed wire was like a death knell.

"Game, Kamiya Yao, 6-0!"

"Match ended! Kamiya You has won this match."

"Huffing and puffing—"

Shuichiro Oishi was breathing heavily, supporting himself on his knees with his hands to keep from collapsing to the ground.

Meanwhile, Kikumaru Eiji, standing next to him, collapsed onto the court with a thud the moment the match result was announced, his red hair soaked with sweat and plastered to his forehead.

He was panting heavily as he waved to Oishi Shuichiro, who was almost lying on his back not far away, his tone casual and matter-of-fact.

"Oh dear, losing to Kamiya-kun is really not surprising at all! Oishi, don't worry too much about it. After all, it's normal for a member to lose to the captain, isn't it?"

Oishi Shuichiro barely managed to lift his head, sweat dripping down his chin. Upon hearing this, his bloodshot eyes were filled with confusion and bewilderment, and a huge question mark instantly appeared in his mind.

What minister? Wasn't Kamiya You here to challenge us?!

The thought was so strong that the confusion on his face almost materialized.

Eiji Kikumaru keenly caught the expression on Shuichiro Oishi's face, his cat-like eyes widening instantly. "Huh?! You didn't know?!"

"Didn't you see the tennis magazine from a while ago?!"

"Kamiya-kun defeated Yukimura Seiichi in the Junior Tournament elementary school division finals a while ago, and after winning the championship, he personally declared that he would dominate the Hyotei Tennis Club! It was even in the magazines!"