The Prince of Tennis: My tennis skills come from Naruto

Kamiya Yo gave a brief introduction to the "Kamiya Special" sports drink, and then, with a flick of his wrist, took the first beverage bottle from the far left of the insulated box (it contained freshly squeezed juice made from kale and other ingredients).

"Drinking it immediately now will have the best effect."

After saying that, he pulled out the cork and, to Atobe Keigo's astonishment, gulped down the entire bottle in a few mouthfuls. Then, he casually tossed the empty frosted glass bottle into a nearby trash can.

Then, Kamiya Yo gave Atobe Keigo a look, signaling him to take the lead.

Atobe Keigo really wanted to roll his eyes at him, but this was in front of everyone, and it was the first time Kamiya had spoken after the school selection tournament.

Atobe Keigo just snorted inwardly, feeling annoyed. Fine, I'll give Kamiya some face, I guess.

So, expressionless, he went over, grabbed a drink, and sat down on the nearby cushion.

After opening the bottle cap, Atobe Keigo first examined the seemingly living green liquid inside.

Yes, although the bottles are different, the contents are definitely the same.

Furthermore, Atobe Keigo really doesn't believe that Kamiya would spend the time to improve the taste.

Firstly, for this guy, anything unnecessary is a waste of time. Secondly, if the taste is changed, his perverse pleasure of watching other people's reactions to drinks will have nowhere to go.

So...

A flash of inspiration struck Atobe Keigo; he realized the crucial use of the frosted glass bottle.

Hmph, that Kamiya guy is definitely faking it!

Although I don't know what he just drank, it was definitely not some "Kamiya Special"!

Thinking this, Atobe Keigo tilted the bottle slightly, and the moment the drink entered his mouth, the corner of his eye twitched violently a few times.

That familiar, damn smell...

Atobe Keigo became even more certain of his guess, and then, with mixed feelings, he downed the drink in one gulp.

After Atobe Keigo took the drink, the others followed suit and took theirs in an orderly fashion.

Then, everyone watched as Atobe Keigo fell backward onto the foam mat.

? ? !

Mori Jusaburo, holding the open beverage bottle, suddenly paused, his hand poised to gulp it down.

Kikumaru Eiji jumped back half a step with a look of horror on his face.

Oishi Shuichiro's right hand, which was reaching for the drink, remained suspended three centimeters above the box.

Just then, Kamiya You lazily said, "Well, I think I forgot to mention that although this drink is incredibly effective, the taste is unpalatable to most people. You can think of it as similar to durian."

Eiji Kikumaru exclaimed "Ah!" before making a bitter face. He gripped the drink bottle tightly and muttered under his breath, "So, do I really have to drink it?"

Kikumaru Eiji involuntarily looked to his right at Oishi Shuichiro with a pleading look. Oishi Shuichiro smiled wryly, giving him a helpless expression; he had to drink too.

Meanwhile, Mukahi Gakuto, who was not far away, breathed a slight sigh of relief. If the taste was similar to durian, then it would be fine, since he quite liked durian.

However… Mukahi Gakuto still had some concerns. Would a drink with a durian-like texture make someone dizzy?

Just as Kikumaru Eiji was struggling with his decision, Mori Juzaburo, Oshitari Yuushi, and Saito Hide had all followed Atobe Keigo's example and sat on the sea mat.

Mori Jusaburo first sniffed it, but didn't detect any strange smell.

But the moment the liquid touched his mouth, his pupils dilated sharply, and his entire face instantly contorted into an abstract Picasso painting.

Meanwhile, Yuushi Oshitari gripped the sea cushion tightly with his left hand, veins bulging on his forehead. As for Shu Saito, after finishing his drink, he covered his throat and dry heaved incessantly.

Three people, each wearing a unique mask of pain, then almost simultaneously lay down peacefully on the mat.

Yes, if you ignore their unconsciously twitching fingertips, they do look quite peaceful.

With others taking the lead, Kikumaru Eiji could only reluctantly approach the seamat like a duck being led to a stall, and then find a comfortable way to lie down on it.

Then, with a determined heart, he poured the beverage bottle directly into his mouth.

"!!!"

Eiji Kikumaru's face scrunched up, and he fanned his mouth repeatedly. "Ugh! This is like swamp water where you soak stinky socks in snail rice noodles!"

"Don't say such disgusting things, Kikumaru!" Mukahi Gakuto already wanted to cum, and now that Kikumaru said that, he wanted to cum even more.

What do you mean by "similar to durian"? This thing isn't even worthy of being compared to a delicious durian!

Over there, after Kikumaru Eiji finished his rant, he suddenly felt a wave of dizziness wash over him. He thrashed about like a dying fish for a moment, and then fell asleep.

Oishi Shuichiro reached out his hand towards him, and then he himself couldn't help but fall flat on his face.

Jin Akutsu also said that this thing really exceeded the limits.

In short, all the current starters on the field, except for Kamiya You, are lying sprawled out on the mat.

Then, two male assistants pulled over a metal trailer, on which were stacked twelve off-white wool blankets, each about half a person's height.

"Rumble"

The trailer came to a steady stop in front of the foam mat, and then two male assistants each picked up a blanket and went to the left and right respectively, quickly covering everyone with blankets.

Sakaki Taro watched this scene speechlessly, his eye twitching almost imperceptibly.

Although there was no lingering strange smell in the air, the image of a bunch of "people" covered with white blankets sprawled on the sponge mat still seemed to echo in his ears, as Kikumaru Eiji's lament, "Stinky socks soaked in the swamp water of snail rice noodles."

Sakaki Taro couldn't help but turn his gaze to the person who had started all of this.

Meanwhile, Kamiya You was resting his chin on his hand, enjoying the scene before him with great pleasure, without feeling the slightest bit uneasy.

Please, even though he knocked them out, they still got to enjoy the benefits of "Kamiya Special Mix".

What's more, he was also kind enough to worry that they would catch a cold, so he specially sent someone to keep them warm.

Over there, having understood Kamiya You's thoughts, Sakaki Taro couldn't help but sigh for the group who had peacefully fallen into a coma.

Sigh, having a minister like this, with such a terrible personality, always causing trouble, I don't know if you guys are lucky or unlucky.

He shook his head, then turned and left.

Back in the coach's office in the tennis club's activity room, Taro Sakaki glanced at the standing calendar on the corner of the table, and then focused his gaze on the "Regional Tournament Registration Form" in the center of the table.

May is almost here, and the national junior high school competition selection in Japan is about to begin.

The first step is a preliminary selection process based on regions, known as the regional competition.

The champion and runner-up teams from the regional competitions will qualify for the Tokyo Metropolitan Tournament.

Hyotei's journey begins now!