Crossover Anime: Transmigrated as Sasuke, but Must Start from Prince of Tennis

Moreover, he knew that Sasuke's purpose in showing him these things was definitely not just about gaining knowledge.

Chapter 14 Atobe Falls in Another Dimension

"What I showed you is the part that I can't teach."

Shaking his head, Sasuke interrupted Atobe's anticipation.

If this kind of thing can be taught, then it's not surprising.

"Are you really just here to criticize me?"

If you can't teach, then you can't learn. Atobe felt as if cold water had been poured over him, and he felt completely disheartened in an instant.

However, even if he can't learn those things, it doesn't mean he can't play tennis.

"No, that's not true. Although these things can't be taught, you can figure them out yourself. Think about your previous skills. Didn't you get beaten a lot and then find your own way?"

Sasuke shook his racket, looking at Atobe whose eyes lit up again in an instant, and really wanted to label this guy as 'naive'.

He only said that you have to push people to that level with tennis, but you can't understand it just by reaching the limit.

However, Atobe's aptitude is not bad either, so he should succeed, right?

"Come on, don't forget what you owe me. Now it's time to pay it back!"

Atobe swung his racket, tilted his head back arrogantly, and walked into the tennis court.

Even if it's difficult, Atobe-sama will never give up!

"Alright, alright, when it comes to paying off the debt, I'll have to be a little more serious..."

Sasuke followed him into the tennis court, and as he watched Atobe pull a tennis ball from his pocket, a hint of helplessness flashed in his eyes.

Why do tennis players in this world carry several tennis balls in their pockets when they play? Don't they feel awkward when they run around?

At least personally, he felt very uncomfortable carrying a tennis ball in his pocket!

"Watch closely, this is my... Tannhäuser serve!"

boom!

With a soft shout from Atobe, a high-speed spinning tennis ball flew over.

"Good technique, just a bit slow."

The figure moved as if in a flash, and the ball was sent back with a backhand volley just as it crossed the net.

"Not enough force, it seems young master Atobe didn't eat enough tonight!"

"Run! You can't even keep up at this slow pace, what are your legs for?!"

"Keep going, apply more pressure, increase the rotation!"

"Continue..."

There were no referees on the tennis court, only Sasuke's guidance and吐槽 (tu cao, a form of online commentary), and occasionally Atobe would grumble a few words of dissatisfaction.

Of course, they didn't need a referee, because the tennis ball never landed on Sasuke's court from beginning to end, and he didn't even give him a chance to clearly go out of bounds.

He wasn't playing a tennis match against Atobe; he was applying pressure unilaterally, engaging in a completely coaching style of play.

Under this teaching model, Atobe himself wouldn't care how many points he lost, since it was a one-sided crushing defeat; the only thing to know was that he would keep losing.

Physical reflexes, the awareness of what can and cannot be controlled, and the ability to observe dynamic vision—all these factors helped them get into the rhythm of the fight very quickly.

Seeing Atobe acting solely on instinct and doing whatever he was told, Sasuke quickly calculated how long Atobe could hold out.

Although Atobe couldn't accept attacks from other-dimensional tennis, Sasuke, as his first and best friend in this world, was still willing to fulfill some of his friend's wishes.

"Atobe Keigo, open your eyes and look carefully!"

Knowing he was nearing his limit, Sasuke caught the incoming tennis ball and suddenly raised his voice a few decibels.

Atobe's body is now beyond his brain's control, and Sasuke wants Atobe to see the changes that are about to happen clearly.

"Ha... I haven't..."

Atobe Keigo was soaked in sweat, his sportswear clinging to his body.

His consciousness was suddenly awakened, and he stiffened his neck and raised his head, determined not to admit that this was the end.

But the moment he raised his head, even someone as strong as him only glanced at it before collapsing to the ground.

"Hey..."

The tennis ball flew vertically into the sky. Sasuke jumped to the other side, caught Atobe just before he hit the ground, and then returned to his previous position. After a while, he caught the rapidly falling tennis ball in his hand.

In his palm, an invisible layer of chakra absorbed the force of the tennis ball, and the icy aura that had just erupted vanished without a trace.

Sasuke's other-dimensional tennis is Susanoo.

When Sasuke first learned of the result, he spent a long time trying to comfort himself.

His alternate dimension has only been opened three times.

He opened it out of curiosity, but what he found was a complete Susanoo manifested from his spiritual power, leaving him no chance to grow further.

The second time was because Sakaki Taro was too curious, so in order to stop his uncle from thinking about it endlessly, he showed it to him briefly.

The end result was that Sakaki Taro was listless for many days. For a long time, whenever people saw him, they would stare at his back, as if they were afraid that he would be taken away by some super-large, strange being.

This is the third time. He even directed the aura of Susanoo into the air, but he still managed to suppress Atobe until he fainted.

Hopefully, Atobe will still have the energy to write the tennis club's development plan after he wakes up tomorrow.

"He's asleep. Give him a warm bath; he'll wake up tomorrow morning."

Carrying two rackets in one hand, Sasuke carried the unconscious young master back and handed him over to the butler, trusting that they would take good care of him.

"Yes, thank you for your hard work!"

The butler only knew that Atobe had collapsed from exhaustion during tennis training, but he couldn't see anything more.

Now that they see their young master has been brought back by this young master Sakaki, they should hurry up and send someone over to take care of him.

"Take me to the guest room."

Sasuke handed his racket to a servant nearby; it was time for him to rest.

I slept without any dreams.

The next morning, after washing up, Sasuke arrived at the cafeteria wearing Hyotei's school uniform and saw a listless Atobe Keigo as soon as he entered.

Because he wasn't targeted and there wasn't even any eye contact, Atobe Keigo didn't suffer too much damage.

However, this is only relative. At this moment, Atobe felt completely dazed, and when he saw Sasuke, he couldn't even maintain his usual table manners.

"It's alright, at least I can get up."

Sasuke sat down opposite him, picked up the milk that was placed beside him, took a sip, and then somewhat reluctantly offered a compliment.

"What...madman!"

Although Atobe Keigo's mind was in turmoil, his consciousness was intact, and his logical thinking was still clear.

He already knew what the thing he saw last night was.

But it was precisely because he could guess that he was able to clearly realize just how terrifying that level was.

How could something like that be used for playing tennis?

This unscientific!

Would you like to try it again in the future?

After finishing breakfast, Sasuke looked at Atobe, who had changed his clothes and was sitting in the car with him, and put on a strange smile.

He knew what Atobe would choose, and it was precisely because he knew that he was looking forward to what would happen next.

In that place called U17, Atobe and the others will all go there in the future.

Rather than letting the young masters of Hyotei go there and get completely humiliated, he would rather personally train a group of ferocious tigers to broaden the horizons of those 'seniors'.

Atobe was the first person he chose.

"We must try more. I will never lose here. You wait, one day I'll give you a good beating!"

Atobe groaned as he leaned back in his car seat, his eyes, narrowed due to a headache, gleaming with anticipation.

Another-Dimensional Tennis?

Actually, it's not that scary!

hiss...

He, Atobe-sama, would never have to experience this kind of unglamorous headache again!

Chapter 15 I heard you angered Advisor Sakaki and he left.

"Aren't you worried about scaring people to death...?"

When Sasuke came to the office to change clothes, Sakaki Taro asked him out of curiosity, only to receive a message that made him want to beat the kid up.

That kind of tennis ball is something a twelve-year-old boy could never handle.

Even if I don't receive the tennis ball, just being glanced at by him would drive me to a mental breakdown.

"I've already avoided eye contact, so I can only look up at the moon..."

Sasuke and Sakaki Taro, uncle and nephew, had long since lost all semblance of decorum in each other's presence.

So after he described the situation, Sakaki Taro immediately covered his face with his hands, laughing so hard his shoulders were shaking.

"Tell Atobe that the tennis club's proposal isn't urgent. Otherwise, you could write it for him. After all, you're the one who's to blame for this situation..."

After laughing enough, Sakaki Taro finally looked up, adjusted his facial expression, and got down to business.

His facial expression was serious, but the lingering smile in his eyes made him seem anything but serious.

"The fact that he didn't mention it means that he will definitely write it, and it is his responsibility. His pride will not allow me to take his place."

Shaking his head, Sasuke rejected Sakaki Taro's arrangement.

Keigo Atobe is narcissistic, proud, and extremely responsible.