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

“Indeed, I didn’t expect that.”

Kazuya Irie and Tsukimitsu Ochi exchanged glances, also somewhat surprised.

This was the first time they had heard Hōō Byōdōin praise someone, especially a middle school student.

“At least he’s much stronger than those small fries.”

Hōō Byōdōin said indifferently, his gaze fixed on Yukimura.

The U-17 training camp had expelled nearly half of the high school students. The remaining high school students, while not necessarily possessing strong talent and ability,

were generally acceptable. However, compared to Yukimura, the gap immediately became apparent.

This was also one of the reasons why Hōō Byōdōin praised Yukimura.

Bang! The sound of a ball being hit instantly interrupted the thoughts of the others.

Yukimura's figure constantly shuttled around the court like a phantom.

Shūji Tanegashima, on the other hand, remained on the baseline as the two continuously engaged in groundstroke attacks.

“What terrifying ball control.”

Yukimura's ball control was even stronger than Tanegashima had imagined. “Moreover,”

Shūji Tanegashima noticed something: since the start of the rally, Yukimura had been hitting perfectly precise spins with every return.

It was as if he was perfectly replicating the spin of the previous ball.

Even if it was a straight shot, the trajectory would change when it bounced; sometimes it was a cross-court shot, but the trajectory would change as it flew over the net.

This kind of flawless ball control amazed Shūji Tanegashima.

It was no exaggeration to say that Shūji Tanegashima also had strong ball control, but he found it difficult to do what Yukimura was doing.

Or rather, the entire U-17 training camp couldn't find anyone with such terrifying ball control like Yukimura.

‘If I don't get serious, I really might lose.’

Shūji Tanegashima looked at Yukimura on the other side, his expression serious and focused.

As he spoke, Shūji Tanegashima's arm slightly raised, and the racket in his hand instantly sent the ball back.

Thud!

A slightly duller sound than before entered Yukimura's ears.

“Here it comes!”

Yukimura's purple eyes flashed. This rally was about to end.

Without the slightest hesitation, Yukimura took a step forward, his figure flashing, swift as a cheetah hunting its prey.

Step—

Only the sound of footsteps could be heard before Yukimura's figure appeared at the mid-court.

Yukimura's pupils swept over Shūji Tanegashima on the other side, then his arm rotated, directly hitting a cross-court shot towards Tanegashima's open court.

This wasn't just an ordinary cross-court shot!

Shūji Tanegashima chuckled, then stepped forward to follow, his figure flashing, instantly arriving in front of the tennis ball.

Swoosh! The racket swung, creating a current of air.

Suddenly, the tennis ball changed its trajectory in the air, forming a very subtle arc. The original cross-court shot began to descend, seemingly turning into a straight shot!

Shūji Tanegashima's expression remained unchanged. The racket in his hand turned, and with an unbelievable arc, he raised his arm backward to catch the tennis ball from behind.

“Here it comes!”

Seeing this, Kazuya Irie's gaze paused slightly.

Hōō Byōdōin, Jūjirō Oni, and Tsukimitsu Ochi watched the changes on the court.

Clack—

The crisp sound of a ball being hit rang out, and the tennis ball landed without warning in Yukimura's backhand open court. “15:15!”

A smile appeared on Shūji Tanegashima's face.

Yukimura glanced at the tennis ball behind him, then looked at Shūji Tanegashima, turning to return to the baseline.

“What a terrifying expression.”

Shūji Tanegashima looked at Yukimura's calm and gentle expression, his gaze sinking, his attention beginning to focus.

“Shūji's 'No' can turn any ability or technique into nothing.”

Kazuya Irie looked at Yukimura, saying with great anticipation, “I wonder if his ability to deprive people of their five senses will be effective against Shūji?”

“Just now, Shūji only used pure technique to return the ball, without using 'No'.”

Jūjirō Oni said, “Next, that Yukimura should use his ability, right?”

“Who knows!”

Kazuya Irie shrugged and said.

“Five senses deprivation, huh?”

Tsukimitsu Ochi murmured, his moonlit pupils watching Yukimura. He felt a kind of pressure from Yukimura.

To be precise, it was a mental pressure, which meant that Yukimura's mental strength was stronger than his. ‘Is it a mental-type technique?’

Tsukimitsu Ochi thought to himself.

Hōō Byōdōin, on the other hand, watched the match with great interest.

At the same time.

The three coaches in the monitoring room also became serious. What came next was the real match.

All the staff in the monitoring room were busy, starting to recalculate Yukimura's five-dimensional data. The previous five-dimensional data was only based on all of Yukimura's performances and was not real.

At this moment, on the court.

Yukimura looked at Shūji Tanegashima on the other side, a gleam flashing in his purple eyes, and a powerful aura instantly enveloped the entire court.

“What a strong aura!”

Hōō Byōdōin, Jūjirō Oni, Kazuya Irie, and Tsukimitsu Ochi were all somewhat surprised.

This aura was completely on a different level compared to the match against Tetsuhito Fuwa.

“Not planning to hide his strength anymore?”

Shūji Tanegashima's expression was very serious, but a smile appeared in his eyes.

He also wanted to see how strong Yukimura really was!

Finally, under the gaze of Shūji Tanegashima and Hōō Byōdōin and the others, Yukimura slowly tossed the tennis ball up.

Whoosh…

The tennis ball flew from between his fingers.

The racket was raised, and then swung fiercely!

Boom!

The tennis ball instantly disappeared from Shūji Tanegashima's eyes. That was a faster speed than before!

Even the arm swinging the racket had turned into a series of afterimages.

“What a fast serve!”

Hōō Byōdōin nodded, commenting.

But wanting to score directly from Shūji Tanegashima with this kind of ball speed was still far from enough!

Shūji Tanegashima's eyes flashed, and then his figure had already appeared at the landing point of the tennis ball, his arm swinging, bringing with it a strong impact of air currents.

A powerful momentum erupted, and a thick cloud of dust was stirred up behind Shūji Tanegashima.

Boom!

A loud bang rang out, and the racket in Shūji Tanegashima's hand had already caught the tennis ball.

“The speed and power are much stronger than before.”

Shūji Tanegashima's expression slightly froze after feeling the power of this ball.

In an instant, he exerted force with his arm and sent the ball back.

The tennis ball carried a strong spin, instantly piercing through the court, bringing with it a series of sounds of breaking through the air, and the air currents were instantly torn apart.

Yukimura's expression remained unchanged, and he quickly followed after taking a step.

A blur of afterimages appeared in Shūji Tanegashima's eyes.

Thud—

The collision of the racket and the tennis ball produced an astonishing air current, shaking the entire court. Centered on Yukimura, it spread to the surroundings, and the dust on the ground continued to rise. Yukimura's coat on his shoulders rustled, and his purple hair flew.

The air current formed a storm behind Yukimura, and thick dust rolled up.

Yukimura's purple eyes were serious, and the muscles in his arm instantly burst out with amazing power.

A streak of light appeared, a burst of sound rang out, the air vibrated, the speed was so fast that it reached the limit, and the tennis ball brought up a blurred afterimage.

Suddenly, a white figure appeared in Yukimura's eyes.