The Prince of Tennis: My tennis skills come from Naruto

"No way? That's the second goal already! How did Captain Yamato still get scored on by that first-year student?!"

This time, even Shinya Sakata couldn't console himself. After all, conceding a point could be considered an accident, or perhaps it was Captain Yamato letting that first-year student win the point.

But it can't be an accident that both goals were scored on, and it can't be that Minister Yamato was still letting them win, right?!

In the second and third grades, due to their unwillingness to accept it,

With two muffled "thump! thump!" sounds as he served, Tezuka Kunimitsu continued to score.

"40-0!"

"Game, Tezuka Kunimitsu, 1-0! Switch sides!"

"Hey, Yamato, what are you doing? You don't really want to lose to a first-year kid, do you?!"

After Tezuka Kunimitsu won the first game, Takeshi Takei finally couldn't suppress his dissatisfaction and started yelling.

"If you can't do it, then get down and let me do it!"

Takeshi Takei believed that he was more capable than Yuta Yamato. If he hadn't been too lazy to get involved, it was hard to say who would be the department head. So he usually paid lip service to Yamato, but in reality, he was disobeying Yamato's orders. Now, he was giving Yamato a hard time in front of everyone.

"Kenji, calm down, calm down. It's almost the captain's serve. I believe the captain will bring the score back."

Although Koji Imai was very dissatisfied with Yuta Yamato's performance today, which was mild-mannered to the point of being timid, it was still a first-year student challenging Yamato, and Yamato represented the face of the upperclassmen, so he had to give Yamato some face.

Takeshi Takei cracked his neck and snorted, "Then I'll give you some face, Koji."

As Yamato Yuta walked to the sidelines, wiping the cold sweat from his hands with a towel, he gave a wry smile. "Sigh, that Takei guy..."

As the department head, Yamato Yuta feels that having such a member is really too difficult.

But the question now is, can he really win this match against Tezuka Kunimitsu?

Yamato Yuta couldn't help but think of Tezuka Kunimitsu, who, despite his powerful serves, maintained a calm and composed expression throughout.

They actually have such amazing first-year students at Seigaku?!

How come he didn't know anything about this before?

Oh, right. First-year students aren't even allowed to touch a racket, so he had no way of knowing Tezuka's skill level.

Ah,

Yamato Yuta shook his head with a self-deprecating smile, then walked towards the sidelines with noticeably slower steps.

The other first-year club members, excluding Inui Sadaharu and two others, secretly exchanged glances upon seeing this.

Hey, judging by this, Tezuka-kun should be able to win.

So, is it possible for Seigaku to allow first-year students to take charge, just like Hyotei did?

The first-graders were looking forward to it.

Soon, the 90-second rest period was over.

Yamato Yudai loosened his towel, stood up from the bench, and then walked to the right service area on the right side of the court.

Catching a tennis ball tossed to him by a first-grader, Yamato Yuta took a deep breath, then jumped and swung his racket.

"Bang!"

Perhaps out of pride as a senior, or perhaps out of unwillingness to accept defeat, he delivered a serve that was above his usual average.

But Tezuka Kunimitsu simply moved two steps to the left and quickly caught up, then swung his racket.

"Bang!"

The tennis ball flew back, and although Yamato Yuta could clearly see it, it slammed into the area slightly in front of Yamato Yuta's left baseline with an attitude that he could not reach at all.

"Tezuka Kunimitsu scores! 0-15!"

Yamato Yuta slowly stopped running. He turned his head to look at the tennis ball that had already bounced once on the ground and was now bouncing back and forth at progressively lower heights.

It was hard to accept at first.

His serve just now was an exceptional performance, even better than his serve when he played singles third in the regional finals against Hoshimi Junior High School's singles third player.

but,

But Tezuka Kunimitsu just casually returned the ball?! And he couldn't even catch up with his return shot?!

Yamato Yuta couldn't accept it, nor could the other second and third-year members.

"How could this be?! It's clearly Captain Yamato's serve now, but that first-year kid still scored?!"

"Yamato, what are you doing?!"

"Minister Yamato, try a little harder!"

As Yamato Yuta listened to the disbelief and doubts from the sidelines about whether he had used his full strength, he felt a bitter taste in his mouth.

The problem is, that was already his best performance!

Yamato Yuta let out a breath, wiped the cold sweat that had trickled down his forehead and near the corners of his eyes, walked to the left service court, and then continued to serve.

"Bang!"

However, the quality of this shot was significantly lower than the last one, so it was no surprise that Tezuka Kunimitsu returned it.

"Bang!"

Yamato Yuta attempted to retaliate, but he couldn't catch up at all, and the tennis ball bounced out without any obstruction.

"Tezuka Kunimitsu scores! 0-30!"

The situation immediately became one-sided, with Tezuka Kunimitsu's score skyrocketing from 2-0 to 5-0 in less than ten minutes.

This dashed the hopes of the second and third-year students who thought Yamato Yuta might be able to turn the tide, while other second and third-year students booed at Yamato Yuta in dissatisfaction.

quickly,

"Game, Tezuka Kunimitsu, 6-0!"

Shiraishi Toshio paused for a few seconds before announcing his verdict.

"Match ended! Tezuka Kunimitsu has won this match!"

"oh--!!"

The first-year students, who had been secretly excited, could no longer contain their excitement and cheered, because they saw a glimmer of hope that first-year students could also participate in the regular selection!

"Then, from now on..."

Before Tezuka Kunimitsu could finish speaking, he was abruptly interrupted by Takei Kenji, whose face was now extremely grim.

"Kid, don't think you're invincible just because you successfully picked a big one."

"First graders should be focused on retrieving balls; the higher you jump now, the harder you'll fall!"

The second and third-year students who usually hang out with Takei Kenji agreed, saying, "Takei is right, kid. Don't think that you can break the tennis club's rules just because you beat Yamato."

Inui Sadaharu pushed up his white-rimmed glasses, so this meant he was going to use a series of attacks.

Ah,

Inui Sadaharu and Fuji Syusuke exchanged a glance, then looked at the rather large Kawamura Takashi beside them.

Those first-year students aren't pushovers either.

Just as Inui Sadaharu was about to hand Kawamura Takashi a racket, and then stand up with Fuji Syusuke to help Tezuka Kunimitsu, they heard Takei Kenji crack and pop his wrists a few times.

Takeshi Takei grabbed his racket, pointed the head at Kunimitsu Tezuka, and his arrogant voice echoed throughout the stadium.

"Kid, let me teach you a lesson! You're not scared to go on stage, are you? Huh?!"