Prince of Tennis: I, the Son of God, Yukimura Seiichi

Ryosuke Nakagawa glanced at Yukimura, a sneer on his face and disdain in his eyes.

In his opinion, it was like an adult playing tennis with a middle school student, especially against U-17 training camp 'elites' like them, it was basically bullying a child.

"Kid, I think you should take off your jacket before the match."

Nakagawa Ryosuke looked at Yukimura, who was still wearing his jacket, and sneered, "It wouldn't be good if you accidentally dropped it on the ground, slipped, and got injured."

"Hahahaha!! Nakagawa, you're so kind, actually reminding that middle school student?"

"After all, he's our junior, a reminder is necessary."

"Kid, you have to try your best, you must get a point!"

Various mocking taunts kept entering Yukimura's ears.

Yukimura had a gentle smile on his face, and then said, "Thank you for the reminder, senior, I'm going to serve."

His tone was very light, and he didn't seem angry at all.

"That middle school student has a good mentality."

Right-end Wetaro nodded in evaluation upon seeing this.

"A good mentality doesn't mean strength."

Akiba Koyo casually said, "Tennis matches are about strength."

"I really don't know what the coach is thinking."

Fuhai Tetsujin shook his head, the thought of the coach asking him to test Yukimura, this middle school student, made him even more unhappy.

At the same time.

"Then, the match begins."

A staff member looked at Yukimura and Nakagawa Ryosuke, and then shouted.

At the baseline, Yukimura tossed the tennis ball in his hand.

Whoosh…

The tennis ball flew from between his fingers, his jacket swaying on his shoulders.

Then, Yukimura raised his racket and swung it at the moment the tennis ball reached its highest point and began to fall.

"His swing speed is really slow!"

"With that kind of swing speed? A middle school student is just a middle school student."

"Heh… truly ignorant."

The high school students looked at Yukimura's swing, shaking their heads one by one, their eyes filled with pity.

To experience such a painful defeat in the first year, how pitiful.

Bang—

The racket hit the tennis ball, and a dull sound of impact instantly rang out.

At the same time, the eyes of Fuhai Tetsujin, Akiba Koyo, and Right-end Wetaro suddenly narrowed.

Then, they only heard a 'thud'.

A tennis ball rolled to Nakagawa Ryosuke's feet, who was still in a defensive posture.

"15:0!"

The staff member's eyes narrowed, and then he announced the score.

After hearing the staff member's voice, Nakagawa Ryosuke subconsciously looked towards his feet.

The tennis ball was lying quietly at his feet.

"Wh…"

In an instant, the expression on Nakagawa Ryosuke's face froze, his mind blank.

What just happened?

"What just happened?"

"Why was a point awarded?"

"That middle school student scored? How did he score???"

"Didn't even see the tennis ball? Wasn't his swing speed very slow? Why did he score directly?"

All the high school students looked at Yukimura, their eyes filled with disbelief.

"A very fast speed."

Not far away, Right-end Wetaro's eyes narrowed slightly.

"This middle school student… is not simple."

Akiba Koyo's eyes flashed, and he said, "It seems these small fries are no match."

From their perspective, Yukimura, with his serve alone, was enough to defeat these U-17 training camp 'elites'.

After all, these 'elites' are too useless!

"It seems that the coach didn't call this middle school student here for nothing."

Fuhai Tetsujin said lightly, this scene made him raise his evaluation of Yukimura's strength a little, but for him, it didn't matter at all.

"I'm going to serve, senior."

Yukimura's voice entered the ears of Nakagawa Ryosuke, who was still in a daze.

After speaking, he tossed the tennis ball in his hand again.

Completely the same serving posture as the previous ball, even the swing speed was the same.

Bang—

Then a sound of hitting the ball entered the high school students' ears.

Immediately afterwards, the high school students saw a blur flash before their eyes.

Thud—

After the tennis ball landed, it directly hit the wall, bounced back, and rolled to Nakagawa Ryosuke's feet.

"30:0!"

The staff member announced the score again.

"How is that possible!!"

The high school students' unbelievable voices rang out.

A middle school student's serve… Nakagawa Ryosuke couldn't receive it?

Even if he couldn't receive it, he didn't even react at all…

"Impossible… how is this possible…"

Nakagawa Ryosuke's mind was blank, he kept muttering in his mouth.

Facing a middle school student's serve, he didn't even have time to react?

"Do you want me to continue serving? Senior…"

Yukimura stood at the baseline, the jacket on his shoulders fluttering without wind.

But that appearance made all the high school students feel a chill in their hearts.

A chill spread in their hearts, and cold sweat couldn't help but flow out.

.....

Monitoring room.

"How is it?"

Saito Itaru looked at the two coaches with a smile.

"Very surprising."

Takushiro Ryuji's eyes showed a different color: "The match recording and the present are completely two different situations. His serve speed exceeds 240km/h, and he hasn't used his full strength."

A ball speed of 240km/h is not considered fast in the U-17 training camp, but with that speed, Nakagawa Ryosuke, an 'elite' of the U-17 training camp, couldn't even react?

"Preliminary assessment, Yukimura Seiichi's strength is above the national level."

Kurobe Yukio opened his mouth and said, national level strength, this was his preliminary judgment of Yukimura's strength.

After all, from the perspective of their three coaches, Yukimura's serve was very easy, completely hiding his strength.

"Next, let Fuhai Tetsujin go."

Takushiro Ryuji opened his mouth and said, originally when Saito Itaru asked Fuhai Tetsujin to test Yukimura, Saito Itaru felt it was a bit of an overreaction and unnecessary.

But now it seems…

"Child of God, Yukimura Seiichi…"

Kurobe Yukio looked at Yukimura's figure wearing a jacket on the screen, his eyes revealing a glimmer of light.