The Prince of Tennis: My tennis skills come from Naruto

On the field, Mori Jusaburo was the primary target of Kamiya Yo's imposing momentum.

His dark gray pupils clearly reflected Kamiya You's blood-red eyes, which exuded an evil aura and a strong sense of oppression.

Exactly the same as the one in the magazine picture.

That's a terrifying move.

Mori Jusaburo's gaze then turned to the blood mist spreading throughout the stadium.

He could vaguely sense that the surrounding air had become somewhat stagnant due to the blood mist, and he could also feel that this blood mist, which seemed to be alive, was eyeing him menacingly.

Mori Jusaburo took a deep breath, focusing all his attention on trying to build a mental defense to isolate himself from the blood mist.

but……

Without tempering and specialized training, mental energy is like a pile of loose sand. Not to mention effectively mobilizing it, Mori Juzaburo couldn't even truly feel his own mental energy.

Forget it.

Mori Jusaburo sighed.

Normalization probably can't prevent the suppression of the five senses, and whether it's even possible during sleep is also highly questionable.

If all else fails, we'll stick to the final plan and see if our sleep patterns can protect us from the effects of suppressing our five senses.

With this thought in mind, Mori Jusaburo closed his eyes, and his breathing began to become long and orderly.

The whole person instantly enters a strange state of dormancy, the body is completely relaxed, but the subconscious is very active, maintaining a wonderful sense of balance.

"Wow! Mori-senpai was forced into a sleep state in the very first game! The captain's strength is still as terrifying as ever!" Kikumaru Eiji exclaimed from the stands.

Meanwhile, Oishi Shuichiro stared blankly at Kamiya You's red eyes. Seeing the Sharingan for the first time, he felt as if his soul was being sucked into the vortex formed by the rotating tomoe.

Some of the more timid and less mentally strong lowered their eyes in fear, involuntarily gripping the armrests of their seats. "What on earth is that?!"

The reactions of the team members in the stands were mixed.

Meanwhile, on the court, Kamiya You remained calm. He casually tossed the tennis ball in his hand, then with a powerful flick of his left hand, tossed it high into the air.

Then, he slightly bent his knees, leaned back, forming a crescent shape.

At the moment the ball reaches its highest point, he suddenly pushes off the ground, and his core strength explodes with amazing power, driving his right arm holding the racket to slash upwards and forwards with thunderous force in the instant of body rotation!

Accompanied by a slightly strange "thump!" sound,

The tennis ball, with extraordinary spin, tore through the air and hurtled towards Jusaburo Mori's half of the court.

Mori Jusaburo moved swiftly to the side, lowering his center of gravity considerably, and swung his racket with all his might, meeting the trajectory of the incoming ball.

"Sizzle..."

The instant the racket made contact with the tennis ball, a strong, electric-like numbing sensation, combined with some mental pressure, traveled along the racket handle to his arm.

The sudden numbness caused his wrist to go limp even though his body had entered a dormant state, greatly reducing the power and angle of his counterattack.

"Bang!"

Although the tennis ball was barely returned, its trajectory was high and floaty, posing no threat whatsoever.

Kamiya You stood still, watching the tennis ball "floating" high into the air, a slight smirk playing on his lips.

He took a step forward with his left foot, traversing space and suddenly appearing in front of the net. Then, he pushed off with his right foot, launching himself into the air.

With his arm raised high, he smashed a powerful overhead smash into the "slowly" falling tennis ball!

"Bang--!!!"

The tennis ball, like a cannonball, slammed into the baseline on Mori Jusaburo's right side before he could react, leaving a heavy mark.

It then slammed against the wire mesh with a "sizzle" sound, sending sparks flying.

There was a moment of silence in the stands until the referee announced the score.

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

"Wow! Five meters in one step?!"

"Even though it's not the first time I've seen it, I'm still amazed!"

"With footwork like that, it's like teleportation! There's no corner on the field where he can't catch it! He's practically invincible!"

"Kamiya-sama!" the girl group shouted loudly, holding up a banner.

Kamiya You's smile remained unchanged as he leisurely walked to the left service court.

then,

It was the same posture, the same throwing point, only the three tomoe in his blood-red eyes rotated a little faster.

Swing the racket!

"Bang!"

The serve was still delivered with terrifying spin, and it was still aimed directly at the tricky spot on Mori's backhand, but it was a few points faster than the previous serve.

"Sizzle!"

Mori Jusaburo's right arm dislocated automatically again, but at the moment the racket made contact with the ball, even though he was only able to control his body subconsciously, he still felt a clearer and deeper numbness than before.

His swing inevitably became distorted again. Although the return ball went over the net, the quality was extremely poor, with a shallow and weak landing point.

Kamiya Yo didn't even use his Instantaneous Movement Technique; he simply took a right slide step, followed by a clean and crisp forehand diagonal volley.

The tennis ball disappeared with a "bang" and reappeared on the right baseline of Mori Jusaburo.

This time, although Mori Jusaburo subconsciously predicted the landing point the moment Kamiya Yo swung his racket, and immediately started running to the right,

However, Kamiya You's shot was too fast. After the tennis ball bounced off the ground, there was still a distance of one-third of the width of the court between him and the ball.

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

Mori Jusaburo woke up from his sleep, and with a press and a twist, "click," his arm quickly returned to its original position.

Then his gaze fell on the blood mist that began to relentlessly swirl around him.

call--

The elimination of the five senses has already begun. It seems that his subconscious feeling that he was not receiving tactile information well was indeed not his imagination.

and so……

Faced with Kamiya Yo's next serve, Mori Jusaburo made a difficult but realistic decision.

He strategically gave up catching the ball.

after all,

Mori Jusaburo rationally thought:

Rather than expending energy to receive a ball that's difficult to score and will accelerate the erosion of the five senses, it's better to conserve energy and see if you can hold your serve.

At the same time, carefully observe whether the erosion progress of "extinguishing the five senses" in a non-contact state might regress or be interrupted.

"Kamiya You's score! 40-0!"

The referee's score announcement was accompanied by some murmurs of doubt from the sidelines.

"Is Mori-senpai giving up?! That's so lame. At least fight to the very end."

Kamiya Yo keenly sensed Mori Jusaburo's intentions. He raised an eyebrow and smiled, "Mouri, you seem to have misunderstood something."

"My 'Extinguish the Five Senses' progress bar won't be interrupted or reversed just because you temporarily give up hitting the ball, nor will it start accumulating from zero."

"Every time your racket touches the tennis ball, you're adding bricks to it."

"You can't escape."