The Prince of Tennis: My tennis skills come from Naruto

Yuushi Oshitari's confusion immediately surfaced.

No?

Who in their right mind would suddenly grow a bit longer in the middle of a match?!

With that ability, it would be so great to use it on height!

"Click, click, click."

Over there, Saori Shiba, through the magnified image on the camera, also noticed the abnormality in Jusaburo Mori's arm. "It's definitely a bit longer, so what's going on?!"

Meanwhile, in the stands, Kamiya Yo pointed to Mori Jusaburo's right arm, tilted his head slightly, and smiled at Atobe Keigo.

"Atobe, Mori's dislocated arm move is a bit of a jinx to you."

Atobe Keigo slightly raised his chin and snorted.

He did not deny this claim, because after seeing Mori Juzo return a serve that Hon couldn't return by dislocating his shoulder, he thought that Mori could also use this move to forcefully return Hon's serve from the corner.

In that case, his Ice World will become ineffective, since his Ice World relies on attacking the opponent's blind spots to freeze their movement.

But with Mori Jusaburo's dislocated shoulder, his previous blind spot no longer existed...

"But my stats are better than his, and my perfect version of Tannhäuser is not comparable to Shinobu's backspin shots."

"In short, I'm definitely going to win!"

but,

Although Atobe was confident that he would win against Jusaburo Mori, he also acknowledged Jusaburo Mori's strength.

The dislocated arm, combined with being asleep, didn't produce any special effects, but numerically speaking, the gross profit certainly met the national threshold.

Well, although he mainly relies on the numerical bonuses of mental strength and skills.

So in that case...

Mori, his uncle Atobe, and that pervert Kamiya...

Hyotei has already secured three national-level players, which practically guarantees them three singles victories.

In this situation, the outcome of the doubles match becomes irrelevant.

Oh, no, that's not right either.

We also have to guard against two other national-level Rikkai teams using the same strategy as Tian Ji's horse racing, otherwise it would be bad if we unexpectedly lost a singles match and they managed to steal our base through doubles.

In Atobe Keigo's dark blue eyes, the sense of responsibility befitting a vice-captain burned fiercely.

Moreover, Hyotei shouldn't have any weaknesses!

Therefore,

Doubles...

Previously, the partnerships between Sengoku and Oshitari, as well as Kikumaru and Oishi, were quite good; they could be further developed.

However, given Kikumaru and Oishi's individual abilities, it will be difficult for them to make it into the top eight...

At that moment, in the arena, Mori Jusaburo woke up from his sleep, pressed and twisted his right arm with his left hand,

"click"

With a momentary pain, the arm instantly returned to its original position.

Mori Jusaburo smoothed the slightly curled ends of his hair on the left side and casually wiped away the cold sweat that had just broken out on his forehead.

Heart Road:

I never expected that Oshitari's skill level had hidden depths. Even when he was asleep, it wasn't enough; he needed to dislocate his arm to catch the ball...

Damn,

He was originally planning to finish the match against Oshitari quickly, and then be in top form to challenge the captain.

Plans really do always change.

On the opposite side, Yuushi Oshitari also clearly heard the sound. He stared intently at the scene of Jusaburo Mori's arm being restored, his gaze extremely complex.

So, Mori-senpai previously increased his return range by dislocating his arm?!

But how can a dislocated arm possibly return a ball with that kind of force?!

Yuushi Oshitari felt deeply puzzled and unable to accept it. He pushed up his glasses, his eyes fixed on Jusaburo Mori's right arm.

However, no matter what, this method probably won't be used more than a few times...

So, I still have a chance!

Yuushi Oshitari forced himself to calm down, silently encouraging himself in his mind. Then he walked to the right service court, focused his mind, tossed the ball, jumped up, turned his body, and then exerted force with his wrist!

"Bang!"

This serve barely managed to maintain a low bounce.

But he was retaliated against by Jusaburo Mori, who had fallen asleep again, with another high lob.

Yuushi Oshitari tilted his head back, watching the tennis ball, bathed in sunlight, fall towards the backcourt. He gripped his racket tightly and then returned a high lob.

Mori Jusaburo reappeared at the net, leaped high, and then smashed the ball down.

"Giant Bear Counterattack!" Yuushi Oshitari took a deep breath and shouted. Then, his right wrist swung back like a willow branch in the wind and rotated with the momentum.

The blue and white vortex reappears.

But Kamiya You shook his head slightly upon seeing this, "Shishitari's mind is in turmoil."

Beside him, Atobe Keigo, whose deep, dark blue eyes flashed with an icy blue light and who clearly saw what was inside the "blue-white vortex," nodded in agreement.

"Indeed, Oshitari's movements this time are noticeably different from last time."

As they had predicted, Yuushi Oshitari successfully used the Great Bear Counterattack this time, but the power and speed of the counterattack were much weaker than before.

Facing Oshitari's ball, Mori Jusaburo, though his eyes were closed and his breathing was clear and long, moved with lightning speed. His racket transformed into a deadly bow, and without even needing to dislocate, he shot the tennis ball into a corner that Oshitari couldn't reach.

"Mori Jusaburo scores!"

Current score: 2-1! Switching sides!

"Wow! They've taken the lead!" Cheers erupted from the stands for Mori Jusaburo. "He's really strong, Mori!"

Yuushi Oshitari deliberately ignored the noise and walked towards the sidelines, his steps maintaining a steady rhythm.

But in reality, his left hand was clenched tightly, his index finger and thumb rubbing together constantly, and he couldn't suppress his inner turmoil.

Kamiya You's gaze landed precisely on his left hand and his lips, which were pursed into a thin line. He shook his head slightly inwardly.

Let alone mastering the art of closing one's heart, even Shinobu's mentality is not up to par.

There was no suspense in this match.

Things did indeed turn out exactly as Kamiya You had predicted.

Due to Yuji Oshitari's uncontrollable mental breakdown and the excessive strain on his wrists, his tennis performance subsequently plummeted.

Therefore, later on, Mori Jusaburo could score points without even needing to fall asleep.

His scoreline went from 2-1 to 5-1.

Until,

Mori Jusaburo, in the left service court, unleashed his final serve with a powerful, axe-like strike.

"Bang--!"

The tennis ball, accompanied by a terrifying shockwave, hurtled towards the ground and then exploded into a cloud of dust.

Yuushi Oshitari was able to push off with his left leg, but his leaden legs slowed his movement by half a step.

He gripped the racket handle tightly with both hands and stretched forward, but his fingertips slipped uncontrollably due to exhaustion.

The racket was halfway through its swing, but the tennis ball had already turned into a golden streak, grazing the racket frame a finger's distance away.

"Game, Mori Jusaburo, 6-1!"

"Match ended! Mori Jusaburo has won this match!"

Yuushi Oshitari abruptly stopped his charge, but lost his footing and stumbled.