The Prince of Tennis: My tennis skills come from Naruto

Sengoku Kiyosumi's mind raced in a flash, trying to glean the hidden secrets of the ball from the artistic name of the Tannhäuser serve.

But after thinking about it for a long time, he still felt that no matter what, the opera title Tannhäuser had absolutely no connection with tennis.

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"Bang!"

The tennis ball then landed precisely in the inside corner of the service court.

However, the usual sight of the tennis ball bouncing high into the air did not occur.

The tennis ball made a strange, hissing sound when it hit the ground!

Then, something astonishing happened: the fluorescent yellow tennis ball seemed to be attracted to the ground by an invisible magnetic force.

At a height of only 2 centimeters off the ground, it glides forward rapidly like a precisely thrown curling stone.

Sengoku Kiyosumi's eyes clearly captured this incredible sliding trajectory, and his brain issued the most urgent command: lower the racket face to tackle the ball.

However, his reaction speed was still a bit lacking; he could only change the racket from horizontal to vertical to block the tennis ball.

"Sizzle..."

The tennis ball grazed the racket frame, then playfully slid off it, continuing to slide forward for a distance before slowly coming to a stop.

"Atobe Keigo scores! 40-0!" Kamiya You's calm voice rang out.

He leaned back in the referee's chair, thinking to himself:

His earlier assessment was indeed correct. Sengoku's dynamic vision weapon, combined with Shinobu's reaction speed and agility, did indeed cause some trouble for Atobe. In other words, it would take a considerable amount of time to end the match using conventional methods.

Faced with this situation, Atobe simply used the Tannhäuser serve to end their combination play...

Well, that fits Atobe's flamboyant style quite well.

Of course, the most important thing is that with Atobe's current wrist strength, as long as he doesn't hit the final version of the zero-distance ground-hugging Tannhäuser, he can play nine innings and fifty-four balls in a row without any problem, so it's fine to use it even in the first inning.

Meanwhile, in the arena, Atobe Keigo proudly raised his chin, his sharp gaze sweeping over Sengoku, Oshitari, and the incredulous eyes of those around him.

That iconic beauty mark shone brightly in the midday sun, as if it had gathered all the light.

He opened his arms wide, like an opera king on stage, his voice clear and penetrating.

"Be captivated by my magnificent ball skills!"

Two or three seconds passed before the audience outside the arena snapped out of their daze, and a tremendous roar erupted:

"Holy crap! That was incredible! That serve was amazing!"

"My God! It didn't bounce after landing?! It just glided right along the ground?! This...this is not scientific!"

"The vice minister's ball skills are simply art that science can't explain!"

"No way, there's no way to return that serve! You can't even hold the racket flat in time!"

"Tsk, hard to say. At least Minister Kamiya can definitely handle it, otherwise why would Atobe-kun willingly become the vice-minister?"

"That's right! That makes sense! I really want to see how the minister will counter this tactic!"

On the court, Sengoku Kiyosumi looked down at the tennis ball lying quietly near the baseline, then at her racket that had just brushed against the ground.

Although he had anticipated that the ball's spin would be unusual, he never expected the final result to be like this.

How did they do that?!

Yuushi Oshitari, who also witnessed the ball's strange gliding motion, had a serious expression behind his glasses, but that seriousness was quickly replaced by excitement.

Atobe truly lives up to his reputation as a match opponent he had his eye on; that serve is incredibly powerful!

Just as Shinobu was feeling agitated, Sengoku Kiyosumi happened to look up, and their eyes met unexpectedly in the air.

In that instant, they both caught a similar, burning flame in each other's eyes.

That was the pure, eager fighting spirit ignited when facing the ultimate challenge!

A clear and firm thought simultaneously exploded in their minds:

There is no serve that cannot be received in this world!

There's always a solution to a serve!

There must be!

On the opposing side, Keigo Atobe quickly served again, using his signature slice motion once more. The "clang" sound rang out again, and Tannhäuser's serve was back!

Sengoku Kiyosumi quickly reported the location.

"Shinobu! This shot landed off-center, just like the last one, and slid after landing!"

Yuushi Oshitari quickly ran to the vicinity of the landing point, his body almost half-squatting down, his racket already placed at a 45-degree angle, leaning forward close to the ground, ready to intercept the ball with a "slide tackle" in its path.

However, Atobe's Tannhäuser serve not only had unpredictable spin, but his control over the landing point was also exquisite.

This shot was more tricky than the previous one, with a subtle sidespin on its initial gliding direction.

"Snapped!"

The tennis ball grazed Yuuji Oshitari's racket face and flew high into the air.

But ultimately, it failed to gain enough upward momentum and crashed headfirst into the net.

"Go online."

"Atobe Keigo scores!" Kamiya Yo announced.

"Game, Atobe Keigo, 1-0! Switch sides!"

"It's really difficult."

After his failed attempt, Yuushi Oshitari shrugged.

Sengoku Kiyosumi took a deep breath. "Indeed, and I feel that even if I can return it, it can only be a high lob, which will definitely be smashed."

"Forget about that for now. The next game is our serve, let's tie the score first."

"Um."

The 90-second break passed quickly.

The three took their places.

Kamiya Yodo: "It's now Sengoku Kiyosumi & Oshitari Yuushi's service game. Oshitari Yuushi will serve first."

Yuushi Oshitari stood behind the service line, thought briefly, and then chose to serve with a strong sidespin.

"Bang!"

The tennis ball flew in a famous arc towards Atobe Keigo's backhand.

However, Atobe's footwork was incredibly fast. With a precise step and a deft block of his racket, he neutralized the spin shot and returned a deep, tricky shot to the baseline.

"Bang!"

"Positioned five centimeters in front of the midfield byline, I'll take this ball!"

Sengoku Kiyosumi immediately called out the point and quickly started his attack, delivering a beautiful forehand slice that sent the ball back smoothly.

"If the next ball is still in midfield, it's yours."

"Okay!" Yuushi Oshitari replied, and the two's simple exchange showed an initial tacit understanding.

Upon seeing this, Atobe Keigo clicked his tongue softly.

It's now Sengoku and Shinobu's serve, so he can't play Tannhäuser, but Atobe doesn't want to drag things out with them.

Then... let's finish this quickly!

A chilling blue light flashed in Atobe Keigo's dark blue eyes.

The figures of Yuushi Oshitari and Kiyosumi Sengoku were endlessly dissected and analyzed in his eyes.

From the subtle tremors of their muscle fibers, the slight tilt of their ankles when shifting their weight, the rise and fall of their chests due to their breathing rhythm, and even the habitual angle of their knuckles when gripping the racket,

Countless minute details of dynamic information flooded into his eyes like a massive data stream...