The Prince of Tennis: My tennis skills come from Naruto

Faced with Takeshi Takei's provocation, Kunimitsu Tezuka simply pushed up his glasses with his left hand and said calmly, "Then let's do it."

Takeshi Takei snorted, then walked to the half of the field where Yuta Yamato was standing, and walked towards Yuta Yamato, who was still standing in the same spot.

"Yamato, as a club president, you actually lost to a first-year student?! You're a disgrace to us upperclassmen! You'll be stepping down after today. For now, get out of my way!"

Takeshi Takei's sarcasm was like a needle piercing Yamato Yuta's pride. Yamato Yuta's heart, which was already damaged by losing to Tezuka Kunimitsu, was now chilled even more by this gust of cold wind.

But Yamato Yuta simply clenched his fists, remained silent for a moment, and then said,

"Takei, don't be careless, Tezuka is no simple character."

After saying that, Yamato Yuta left the stadium dejectedly, and then sat down quietly outside the wire fence, away from the crowd.

He gazed with an exceptionally forlorn look at the two figures on the court, especially Tezuka Kunimitsu.

Yamato Yuta knew the outcome was already decided the moment he lost; the future of Seigaku would henceforth rest in the hands of Tezuka and the other first-year students.

Because Yamato Yuta knew in his heart that Takeshi Takei's strength was actually inferior to his, so the outcome of this game was not in any suspense.

However, Yamato Yuta knew even better that Takeshi Takei would never submit to Tezuka unless he actually fought Tezuka Kunimitsu.

For this reason, he did not choose to stop the game from happening, but only reminded Takeshi Takei out of their shared seniority.

Inside the arena, Takeshi Takei, who was being instructed by Yuta Yamato, looked indifferent and even found Yamato's nagging annoying.

Then, he turned his head and locked his gaze on Kawamura Takashi, "Hey, you first-year student, bring another racket over so we can choose sides."

Kawamura Takashi scratched his head sheepishly and said, "Oh, okay, okay."

Then he went to the sidelines, picked up a racket, and his entire demeanor instantly changed. He held the racket in his right hand and made a cheering gesture, shouting, "Burning!"

Then, strode aggressively to the net, staring at Takei Kenji with his large, round eyes. "Takei-senpai, which?"

Takeshi Takei paused, swallowed hard, and at the same time, his toes involuntarily turned outward slightly before he said, "rough."

Upon hearing this, Takashi Kawamura quickly spun his racket, which fell to the ground with a "thud," the "M" mark on the handle facing down.

Takeshi Takei raised an eyebrow and revealed a sinister smile. "My serve!"

"Kid, just wait, I'll teach you a lesson right away!"

Shiraishi Toshio barely managed to refrain from facepalming on the referee's chair. He hadn't expected Takei to be such a comedic character, even lecturing Tezuka-kun...

The difference in your abilities shouldn't be too great.

Shiraishi Toshio shook his head inwardly. Sitting in the referee's chair, he had the clearest view. Tezuka Kunimitsu's serves and returns were often precisely on the line. In any case, none of the current second and third-year students at Seigaku have this level of ball control.

Furthermore, Shiraishi Toshio had a hunch that Tezuka Kunimitsu had actually been holding back his strengths when he fought against Daiwa Yuta.

As expected, Tezuka Kunimitsu defeated Takei Kenji with ease.

Accompanied by the sounds of "thump! thump thump thump!" as the ball was hit and served, Tezuka Kunimitsu's score continued to increase.

It arrived very quickly.

"Game, Tezuka Kunimitsu, 6-0!"

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

This match ended even faster than the previous one, in just nine minutes.

"Great!"

"Tezuka won!"

The first-year students outside the field immediately cheered, thinking, "This should finally be over!"

From then on, Seigaku would be dominated by its first-year students!

Takeshi Takei felt as if he had been slapped in the face out of nowhere, given that his earlier harsh words were still ringing in his ears.

Takeshi Takei gritted his teeth, his face turning a purplish-blue, like a purple sweet potato.

Damn it! I actually lost to a first-year student!

Why should I?!

Tezuka Kunimitsu, what makes him so strong?!

Jealousy gnawed at his heart like venom.

and……

Takeshi Takei recalled seeing Kunimitsu Tezuka practicing continuous shots against a corner with his left hand holding the racket.

Therefore, Takeshi Takei strongly suspects that Kunimitsu Tezuka is left-handed.

He's left-handed, but he plays ball with Yamato Yuta and him using his right hand...

Yamato is one thing, but why can he win even when he fights with his right hand?!

Why should I?!

Meanwhile, Tezuka Kunimitsu calmly adjusted his glasses, then turned his neck and looked around at the other second and third-year students standing on the sidelines. "So, who still has objections?"

"Tezuka, watch out!"

At that moment, the warnings from Inui Sadaharu, Fuji Syusuke, and Kawamura Takashi were heard simultaneously, accompanied by a mournful melody.

"Be careful of what?!"

Just as Tezuka Kunimitsu had this thought, and went too far in the right direction, a sharp pain shot through his left arm.

"hiss--"

Just moments ago, without anyone's knowledge, Takeshi Takei quietly approached Kunimitsu Tezuka, then, with a malicious grin, smashed his racket into Tezuka's left arm.

"Hahaha--"

"Kid, I bet you're left-handed. But since you've chosen to fight me with your right hand, you might as well not use your left hand anymore!"

"So what if you beat me? Your left hand is useless now!"

"And do you think you can become the starting player just because you beat me?"

"This competition for junior high school students isn't something you first-years can accomplish. If all of us seniors go on strike, you won't even be able to gather enough participants, hahaha."

"In the end, won't they still have to come begging to us?"

"So, you first-year kid, you should never disobey your seniors."

As he was speaking, Takeshi Takei suddenly stopped, because Kunimitsu Tezuka's reaction at this moment was a little too calm.

Tezuka Kunimitsu, clutching his limp, obviously fractured left hand that had lost all feeling, stared at Takei Kenji with a cold, almost icy gaze.

If looks could kill, Takeshi Takei would have died hundreds of times over.

Tezuka Kunimitsu thought that Takei Kenji's usual behavior of teasing and deceiving first-year students was already quite bad, but he never expected that he could be even worse and maliciously injure someone after the match!

His left hand...!

If only I had known, if only I had known...

Tezuka Kunimitsu's mind involuntarily conjured up images of Hyotei employees inviting him to join the company, and how Hyotei's Kamiya-kun successfully reformed and became the club president, earning him the respect of everyone from within and without.

If he had known this would happen, he should have just joined Hyotei!

When Takei Kenji was stared at like that by Tezuka Kunimitsu, he was first inexplicably frightened, then immediately enraged. "What are you looking at? What, do you want your right hand to be crippled too?!"

"What are you all doing?!"

At that moment, Sumire Ryuzaki's voice rang out.