The Prince of Tennis: My tennis skills come from Naruto

"Shinobu is absolutely right, you're still a long way from perfect!"

"You're not even qualified to challenge the minister!"

"Shinobu! Keep this up, shut him out!"

"Let him see the true power of Hyotei!"

Those repeated "far from good enough," "unworthy," and "clean sweep" were like countless fine needles, precisely piercing Akutsu Jin's extremely sensitive nerves.

He abruptly turned his head, his fierce, golden-brown eyes, like those of a wild beast, sweeping over the other members of Hyotei, burning with undisguised rage and frustration.

"Shut up!!"

The first-year students who were nearby were so startled by the thunderous roar that they instinctively shrank back.

The area outside fell silent for a moment, but then a chorus of boos erupted.

Like an enraged tiger, Akutsu Jin rushed to the bench in the rest area and roughly grabbed a mineral water bottle that had been placed there at some point.

There was a sharp, teeth-grinding "snap" sound.

He squeezed the bottle cap, along with part of the bottle neck, until it was deformed, and mineral water gushed out, wetting his palms and the ground.

But he didn't care. He tilted his head back and savagely gulped down several mouthfuls of water, which flowed down his chin and neck and into the collar of his sweatshirt, which was already soaked with sweat.

Then, he grabbed the white towel draped over the stool and, instead of wiping, he rubbed his face and hair with almost wild, frantic force.

It was as if he wanted to wipe away those annoying sounds, those unpleasant looks, along with the sweat.

The 90-second break passed in the blink of an eye. Jin Akutsu slammed the towel onto the chair, grabbed his racket, and strode aggressively toward the opposite service court.

"It's now Jin Akutsu's serve."

Akutsu Jin stood in the service area, but did not serve immediately. Instead, he scanned Oshitari Yuushi from head to toe with a malicious look.

This guy with glasses is such a show-off. He only won one round by luck, and he's already acting like that and saying those kinds of things...

Really,

This is so annoying!

Then...

Akutsu Jin's gaze finally settled on Shinobu Yuushi's exquisite glasses.

Let's just knock off those eyesore glasses!

With that thought in mind, Akutsu's lips curled into a cruel and twisted smile.

He didn't use any technique; he simply tossed the tennis ball into the air in a very casual, cathartic manner.

Immediately afterwards, he poured all the pure and savage power he had honed through countless street fights into his right arm and swung it out from back to front!

"Bang!"

The tennis ball, brimming with malice, shot straight, fiercely, and with unparalleled precision towards the frame of Yuushi Oshitari's frameless glasses on his left cheek, like a cannonball fired from a gun!

"Danger!" a student outside the arena exclaimed in alarm!

Upon seeing this, Atobe Keigo secretly shook his head.

To resort to such despicable behavior even at the cost of scoring points shows a profound lack of respect for tennis.

No wonder Kamiya said before that he wanted me to beat him to death.

Moreover, putting aside his character, just considering his so-called serve...

Atobe's lips curled into a cold, mocking smile.

Ha, if the maximum score is 100, I'd give him a maximum of 40.

It lacks any technical skill, relies purely on brute force, and doesn't even have the most basic spin and landing point control. It's far from the passing grade of an average tennis player!

With this level of skill, how dare they presume to challenge Kamiya?!

Kamiya You, however, remained completely unmoved; this scene was entirely within his expectations.

After all, at this point, Akutsu Jin could only be considered a delinquent with an extremely bad personality.

In his eyes now, tennis is nothing more than a simple and boring game, far less interesting and exciting than hitting people with a ball and watching their opponents dodge in a sorry state.

So, after losing a game, giving up another point? That's hardly a loss for Akutsu Jin.

After all, his previous opponents were nothing special, which made him a bit too arrogant. He felt that even if he lost the first game and then gave away a point, he could still win.

It just goes to show that he's too young and hasn't been through enough hardship.

However, given Akutsu Jin's actions, even without prior notice, Shinobu will likely give him a truly unforgettable tennis lesson.

After all, the Kansai wolves are not to be trifled with.

Meanwhile, Yuushi Oshitari in the arena clicked his tongue loudly, showing a rare display of genuine anger.

He realized the ball's trajectory was aimed at knocking his glasses off.

With Akutsu's extremely crude and clumsy ball control skills, it was impossible for him to accurately knock off the glasses without injuring anyone.

With the force and speed of that ball, if one's reaction was even slightly slower, having one's glasses knocked off or shattered would be the least of one's worries.

If the tennis ball bounces uncontrollably upon contact with the frame, or if the angle is slightly off, the hard lenses could shatter directly...

At such close range, flying shards of glass would definitely pierce his eyes like bullets!

The consequences...

It's simply unthinkable!

In Yuushi Oshitari's eyes, a sharp glint flashed as if it were a tangible light, a dangerous gleam belonging to a apex predator after being thoroughly enraged.

An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth!

Without taking a step back, he twisted his wrist and precisely positioned the racket between the tennis ball and his left eyeglass, forming a perfect shield.

Then he performed an extremely short cutting motion that contained powerful techniques of unloading and leveraging force.

"Bang!"

A louder and clearer impact sound than when the ball was served rang out.

The tennis ball, moving at an even faster speed and with a more difficult angle than before, pierced the distance between the two players in an instant, like a sniper bullet fired from a gun.

Akutsu Jin's sinister smile hadn't even fully unfolded yet; that cruel smugness was still frozen at the corner of his mouth.

He only felt a yellow shadow flash before his eyes, faster than his beast-like reflexes could handle.

A tremendous, irresistible force slammed into his left cheek!

"Smack!" A clear sound of flesh hitting flesh.

Akutsu Jin's head was violently thrown to the left by the force of the blow, his brown hair drawing a messy arc in the air.

His body was pulled so far that he almost lost his balance.

My left cheek swelled and bulged rapidly at a visible speed, and my left ear was also ringing from the huge impact.

"Ugh—!"

He uncontrollably forced a suppressed groan from his throat, a mixture of excruciating pain and utter astonishment.

The malice in his eyes was shattered and vanished, replaced by unprecedented shock and a bewildered sense of being stunned.

The tennis ball, which he had just regarded as a weapon, bounced back from the iron net and rolled helplessly back to his feet, as if silently mocking his arrogance and overestimation of his abilities.