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

Sasuke watched as Oshitari turned back to look for the tennis ball once again, and answered his question.

"I've only ever seen this kind of speed in live broadcasts of international tournaments. Is Sasuke really only 12 years old?"

After speaking, Shinobu served again. He couldn't find any hope in terms of speed or angle, but once he was on the court, he couldn't give up.

But he just couldn't understand how a first-year junior high school student could return the ball he served with such bizarre speed and force.

He wouldn't be so conflicted if it were a high-speed ball, but the speed of that last shot shouldn't have caused that kind of return...

"Age is not a lie, speed doesn't matter, as long as it's enough to beat you."

Sasuke returned the ball again, and after the referee gave the result, he stood still and looked at Oshitari, telling him, without joking, that the speed was actually nothing special.

"Even though I could guess the outcome, this is still... really upsetting!"

Knowing beforehand that he would be tortured, it was still a bit too painful for Shinobu when such a huge difference was actually presented to him.

When his service game ended with a score of 0, and he couldn't touch the ball again except when serving, he was already somewhat dejected when the two players switched sides.

"I think I understand your situation. Do you know your limits?"

As the two passed each other, Sasuke stopped and used his racket to block Oshitari's path.

"what?"

limit?

Oshitari wasn't surprised at all that his information had been obtained, because this person's strength was simply beyond his comprehension.

But this so-called limit...

Does this mean pushing him to his limits, allowing him to grow and develop after reaching those limits?

"Physical strength, skill, reaction speed, insight, and all aspects of the limit."

Sasuke didn't really want to let Oshitari become despondent. Before he was completely killed, he should point out a path for him to take.

The purpose of those returns was simple: to shatter the tennis information that Shinobu had previously controlled.

"Then... I'll have to trouble Sasuke!"

Looking at the racket in front of him, a hint of anticipation flashed in Shinobu's eyes, but when he raised his head, his gaze remained as gentle as ever.

After walking to the other side, Shinobu suddenly raised his hand and took off the glasses that he had been wearing, only taking them off when taking a bath or going to sleep.

"Thank you, Xiang Ri!"

After handing the glasses to Gakuto Mukahi, who had come to help, Shinobu stretched his arms again, thinking to himself how lucky Mukahi was.

He now truly understood that the guy opposite him wasn't competing with them at all, but rather using his own methods to force people to grow.

Now, you're going to experience firsthand what Atobe meant by the idea that tennis skills can be developed through playing, right?

So, was he lucky? Was he the first one to be taught a lesson by Hyotei?

"I hope that before you fall, you won't miss any tennis balls you can catch!"

Sasuke watched as Oshitari, who looked somewhat unfamiliar now that he had taken off his glasses, caught the tennis ball that was tossed to him and prepared to get serious.

What we need to do now is to ensure that the other party doesn't get hurt, while forcing them to reach a certain limit and trying to make them break through. It's a really painstaking and laborious task.

But since he had joined the Hyotei Tennis Club, this was just the first step in the basic process.

Chapter 17 Play tennis until you can't play anymore

boom!

With the tennis ball right in front of him, Yuushi Oshitari swung his racket once more, sending the yellow-green tennis ball flying towards the other side.

He was covered in sweat, and the sweat was sliding down his forehead, affecting his vision.

But he didn't even have time to wipe his sweat.

In the ten-odd minutes since the change of venue, he has gained a deep understanding of what Atobe meant by "developed ball skills."

Just one ball, really just one ball.

The guy opposite him, whose figure was almost invisible, had been forcing him to keep chasing the tennis ball for over ten minutes without stopping.

Each time, he felt he might miss, but he never thought of giving up, and he always managed to retaliate successfully.

As his stamina was rapidly depleted, the power and speed of the tennis ball also decreased, just to a level he could accept. This control made him doubt himself many times.

Is this guy even human?

There have been some players who play data-driven tennis, but no one has ever been able to control both data and variations so precisely.

Not a bit more, not a bit less; all detectors need a reaction time, right?

His entire consciousness, guided by the back-and-forth of the tennis ball, was drawn into a strange rhythm, and he could pay attention to nothing else but the ball...

"14 minutes 31 seconds."

The referee announced the time, which was the last thing Yuushi Oshitari heard as he closed his eyes and fell to the ground.

"His physical strength is not bad. Take him to the infirmary. Atobe should have already made preparations."

Sasuke stretched his neck and told someone to take care of Yuushi Oshitari, who had already fainted.

He was quite satisfied with the time, after all, this was a high-intensity, extreme exertion that was completely under control.

Just now, after ten minutes, Yuushi Oshitari was already exhausted. The fact that he can now hold on for another four and a half minutes is entirely due to his willpower and perseverance.

Regarding the aftercare for such excessive physical and mental exertion, Atobe had made detailed arrangements. It was a medicinal bath that he had helped prepare after he had tortured Atobe several times.

The medicine is relatively mild and contains no prohibited substances; it is only used for relaxation and relief.

"Who's next?"

As Yuushi Oshitari was carried away, Sasuke turned to look at the other first-year students, his racket whizzing past them.

Jiro Akutagawa, Ryo Shishido, Oginosuke Taki, and Gakuto Mukahi, who had been sitting there resting for a while.

"Let me do it, can I?"

Jiro Akutagawa wasn't sleepy at all; his eyes were fixed on Sasuke, and the light in his eyes kept shining brightly.

"Okay, be prepared to go to the infirmary."

Sasuke raised his hand and patted Akutagawa Jiro's hair. His curly hair was a bit messy, which explained why he was always the most favored person at Hyotei.

Compared to his soft and gentle appearance, Jiro Akutagawa was more genuine.

There's no pretense; they'll openly express their happiness, and if the game gets too boring, they can simply fall asleep on the sidelines...

Thinking about this guy's future tendency to sleep, I went to Sasuke on the other side to take a second look.

It must be some kind of symptom, narcolepsy?

It could be low blood sugar, or something else...

I'll look into it when I have time. Hopefully it's not a difficult problem, otherwise it would be a real waste of this talent.

"I'm serving now!"

Jiro Akutagawa served quickly. After hitting a high lob, he stared expectantly at his opponent, wanting to personally experience the precise return that had kept Shinobu on the court.

For someone who is so happy even knowing they are going to be tortured, Sasuke can only try his best to fulfill their expectations.

As he repeatedly returned the ball to his opponent, Jiro Akutagawa, despite being exhausted and drenched in sweat, smiled even more broadly, and those around him were infected by his joyful aura.

The more difficult the ball, the happier Jiro Akutagawa would be to receive it.

Back and forth, Sasuke's position hardly changed, only the tennis ball repeatedly drew lines.

Jiro Akutagawa, sitting opposite him, was completely different; to paraphrase Gakuto Mukahi, he was jumping around and running about...

"11 minutes 28 seconds."

The senior student sitting in the referee's position was numb; he was now just holding a stopwatch, keeping track of the time and announcing the numbers after the match was over.

In any case, the tennis courts these days are not really for matches, but just practice grounds for expending energy and honing skills.

"I'll do it!"

When Jiro Akutagawa was carried to the infirmary by an upperclassman, Ryo Shishido immediately went to the spot where Jiro had been standing, holding his tennis racket.

He re-tied his hair, wanting to test his limits.

"I'm telling you, there's something wrong with your eyes. I'm not a ball-serving machine..."

Sasuke has no problem with someone waiting to get beaten up, but he doesn't want to be treated like a punching bag.

"Sorry, I know a ball-serving machine can't do what you do."

Ryo Shishido bowed his head and apologized earnestly.

"..."

This guy is better off saying nothing at all than apologizing!

Sasuke shook his head, indicating to Shishido Ryo that they could begin.

Although he was considered much stronger than the ball-serving machine, Sasuke had no desire to become a machine in another conceptual sense.

Even though he didn't do it intentionally, when he passed the ball to Shishido Ryo in the next round, he still managed to bring him down five minutes later.

Unlike the previous two, Ryo Shishido didn't collapse from exhaustion; rather, he made a mistake while catching the ball.

Fortunately, the ball wasn't too high; it only knocked him down when it hit his shoulder. If it had been higher and hit his head, he would probably have been bedridden for several days.

"Take her to the infirmary, next!"

Sasuke shook his head and suddenly realized that he had been led astray by the two guys in front of him who were truly daring and had special talents.

For most members of the tennis club, making a mistake in a position they thought they could reach is actually quite common.

Even if he deliberately sends the ball to a position where the opponent can catch it, it doesn't mean that it will definitely be caught.

Whether it's physical endurance or subconscious reaction speed, it shouldn't deviate too much from that of a normal person.

Having figured this out, Sasuke stopped worrying about how long the other person could hold out and focused more on discovering and finding ways to mold them.

"Excuse me... may I?"

Suddenly a voice came from outside the tennis court; it was a boy wearing an elementary school uniform.