The Prince of Tennis: My tennis skills come from Naruto

Yuushi Oshitari emphasized, "The doubles court is nearly three meters wider than the singles court, and Atobe's 'blind spot attack' covers the entire doubles half of the court, with the blind spot icicles located all around."

"So even if we are both in midfield, the distance between this 'center point' and the sideline and goal line is still considerable."

"Therefore, if Atobe hits the ball in a tricky spot, even if we are in the midfield, we may be unable to reach it because of the long starting distance."

Sengoku Kiyosumi paused for a moment. Of course, he had thought about this as well, but, "I have to give it a try."

On the other hand, Atobe Keigo had actually thought of the limitations of using the Ice World singles technique in doubles much earlier.

but……

Keigo Atobe's dark blue eyes were filled with a sharp glint.

His speed is enough to defend the entire doubles court, but can Sengoku and Shinobu do it?

The answer is of course no.

"Bang!"

Yuushi Oshitari delivered a precise and powerful serve, then quickly ran to the midfield.

This time, Atobe Keigo once again set his sights on Oshitari Yuushi's blind spot.

"Bang!

The tennis ball transformed into a deadly golden serpent, smashing through the icicle and hurtling towards the right sideline with undiminished momentum.

Seeing Yuushi Oshitari frozen again, Kiyosumi Sengoku gritted her teeth and frantically swung her legs, but she was still several body lengths away from the yellow light!

"Atobe Keigo's score! 0-40!"

Sengoku Kiyosumi took a few quick breaths, walked back to his serving position, and took the tennis ball thrown to him by a first-year student who was temporarily acting as a caddie.

He forcefully calmed his mind, then pressed down on his wrist and unleashed a powerful backspin ball.

"Bang!"

As soon as the ball left his racket, he immediately turned around without hesitation and rushed back to the midfield, his steps carrying an almost obstinate determination.

However, the vast space of the doubles court turned into a cage at this moment, once again depriving him of the possibility of scoring.

His prized dynamic vision became the cruelest irony:

He could see every fatal attack coming, but he could only watch as the tennis ball turned into unreachable streaks of light in his field of vision time and time again.

"Keigo Atobe scores!"

"Game, Atobe Keigo, 2-0!"

Kamiya You's score announcement echoed through the arena. He leaned back in his chair, watching indifferently as Sengoku Kiyosumi struggled time and time again, and as Oshitari Yuushi was frozen in place time and time again.

His gaze finally settled on Atobe Keigo's figure, and he thought to himself with admiration:

Yes, Atobe is still quite composed.

They chose to seal away Yuushi Oshitari, whose stats were relatively higher, while leaving behind Kiyosumi Sengoku, who, despite possessing powerful dynamic vision, had relatively low base stats.

Although Sengoku Kiyosumi's stats are higher than in the previous quarterfinals, they are still far behind Atobe's.

The current Atobe's attack on Sengoku is a complete dimensional reduction attack.

Things unfolded exactly as he had imagined.

With the Ice World and Tannhäuser serve, Kiyosumi Sengoku and Yuushi Oshitari's defense was like a sandcastle being breached by a flood, collapsing at the slightest touch.

3-0……

4-0……

5-0……

Until the final verdict,

"Game, Atobe Keigo, 6-0!"

"Match ended! Keigo Atobe has won this match!"

"The deputy minister won!"

"I told you those two groups were overestimating themselves by challenging the vice minister!"

"The deputy minister is someone the minister values ​​highly, how could he be weak!"

"Exactly!"

"call--"

In the arena, Yuushi Oshitari let out a long breath, as if to expel all the pent-up frustration and defeat in his chest.

He took off his glasses and rubbed his temples wearily.

He truly hadn't expected to lose so completely, so...powerlessly.

He didn't even find any opportunity to unleash his carefully prepared special move, and for most of the match he was completely "frozen" by Atobe's blind spot attacks.

This feeling of having power but nowhere to use it is more frustrating than a simple failure.

Sengoku Kiyosumi kept his head down, making his expression unreadable. Sweat dripped from his chin onto the court, creating small puddles.

After announcing the match result, Kamiya You casually stepped down from the referee's chair, as if walking on flat ground.

He didn't offer any commentary on either of the two matches, simply waving his hand.

"Alright, that's all for today. Dismissed."

After saying that, Kamiya You turned and left.

Upon seeing this, Fujii Yuko and Sakai Seiichi, who had been standing quietly by the court, immediately followed Kamiya You with silent and swift steps, about half a step behind him, and also left.

Atobe Keigo, glancing at the distraught Sengoku Kiyosumi and Oshitari Yuushi, slightly raised his chin.

"Although you're eight generations away from being able to defeat me, your strength is barely enough."

Then he turned his head and said to the sidelines, "Let's go, Kabaji."

"Yes." A deep voice responded.

Standing at a full 1.7 meters tall with a muscular build like a small mountain, Kabaji Takahiro silently walked behind Atobe like the most loyal shadow.

On his broad back was a tiny pink backpack that was disproportionately large for his size, creating an adorable contrast, while in his hands he steadily carried Atobe's deluxe custom-made baseball bag.

Watching the five figures leave, the second and third-year students on the court suddenly felt a sense of disorientation.

"So many things have changed this afternoon," a third-year member muttered to himself, his eyes still somewhat glazed over.

"Is it finally... completely over?"

"Is...is this really the world I know?" Another third-year regular player asked hoarsely.

"First-year students... are they all this good?! The captain and vice-captain are one thing, but Oshitari, Sengoku, and the others are also very strong, and even Shishido and the others are not weak..."

The newly appointed former minister, Saito Hide, remained silent but secretly agreed in his heart, while a strong sense of crisis welled up in his heart.

Hyotei only has so many starting positions, one radish per slot.

It's a foregone conclusion that I can't keep my position as minister, but surely I can't lose my position as a full-fledged official?

The other regular members also thought of this problem.

Previously, they might have been able to secure a place based on their seniority and experience, but now, with these fierce and exceptionally talented first-year students arriving...

hiss--

"No way!" A current regular player clenched his fist. "We have to intensify training this week! Double the training! Let's start now!"

These resounding words ignited a fuse, and they all grabbed their rackets.

Some rushed to the empty courts for practice matches, while others began physical training, as if being a second too slow would mean being completely swept away by the surging waves of new talent.

Meanwhile, in the music classroom on the third floor of the nearby teaching building, Sakaki Taro, dressed in a suit, left through the window.

He recalled what he had just witnessed and had a premonition:

The legend of Hyotei is about to begin.