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

“Game, Rikkaidai’s Genichiro Sanada, score 2:0!”

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“Game, Rikkaidai’s Genichiro Sanada, score 3:0!”

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“Game, Rikkaidai’s Genichiro Sanada, score 4:0!”

In the blink of an eye, Sanada had already taken five games, match point at 5:0.

Just one more point, and Sanada would secure victory in the fourth Singles 2 match.

At the same time, the emotions of all the spectators in the gymnasium had reached a fever pitch, everyone shouting for Rikkaidai!

“He hasn’t scored a single point.”

Ryo Shishido looked at the score on the big screen, took a deep breath, and said with a serious expression.

“Shitenhoji’s Singles 2 player has decent strength, but he’s still far from Sanada’s level.”

Gakuto Mukahi sighed. Aside from Atobe, no one in Hyotei could compare to Sanada.

They still vividly remembered their loss in the Kanto Tournament.

And Hyotei Academy’s Emperor, their Captain Keigo Atobe, also ended his match against Yukimura with a score of 6:0!

Rikkaidai’s strength… it’s terrifying!

Keigo Atobe watched the match on the court, his expression indifferent.

Because he had already anticipated this situation.

“Sigh…”

Yushi Oshitari sighed, not offering any comment.

On the court, at the baseline.

Kenya Oshitari was breathing heavily, sweat constantly pouring from his forehead, dripping onto the ground, his face exhausted.

“Kenya, hang in there!!!”

Kuranosuke Shiraishi shouted. Even at this point, he still firmly believed in Kenya Oshitari.

Imagination is beautiful, but reality is cruel.

Yoshinosuke Taira and Tetsuya Hara exchanged glances and shook their heads.

Yoshinosuke Taira in particular felt regret. He was already a third-year student and would be going to high school next year, unable to participate in the National Tournament.

Originally, he wanted to win the National Championship this year to make up for Shitenhoji’s lack of a championship, but now it seemed… there was no hope.

As for the final Singles 1, both Watanabe Osamu and Yoshinosuke Taira were very clear.

Kuranosuke Shiraishi was no match for that Child of God; the difference in their strength was too great.

“The fourth match is ours.”

Yukimura’s expression was gentle, his purple eyes carrying a smile.

“Sanada’s win rate is 100%. There’s no chance of him losing.”

Renji Yanagi said, looking at Sanada on the court.

“The outcome is already decided.”

Juzaburo Mori was somewhat lazy as he spoke.

On the court.

The rhythmic sound slowly echoed, a sound that seemed to Kenya Oshitari like the countdown to the end of the match.

His vision began to change. Sanada’s movements began to slow down, and he couldn’t hear the cheers of the audience or Kuranosuke Shiraishi’s shouts. The only thing he could hear was his own heavy breathing.

Swish…

Sanada held the tennis ball in his hand and then forcefully tossed it upward.

“Be defeated!”

With Sanada’s voice, he swung his arm, the racket creating an invisible afterimage, instantly striking the tennis ball.

As swift as the wind!

Bang—

The sound of the ball being hit rang out, the tennis ball piercing through the court like a shooting star in the night.

Kenya Oshitari remained in a defensive stance, only seeing a streak of light in his eyes before the tennis ball flew past him.

“Game over, Rikkaidai’s Genichiro Sanada wins, score 6:0!!”

Following the point, the referee’s voice immediately rang out, announcing the result of the match.

“Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh!!!”

As soon as the referee announced Sanada’s victory, an astonishing cheer erupted once again in the gymnasium.

“Amazing!!”

“6:0! He didn’t let his opponent score a single point!!”

“The King Rikkaidai is the King Rikkaidai!! So strong!!”

“He’s still a first-year student!! He’s this strong as a first-year, how strong will he be as a third-year?!!”

The spectators looked at Sanada, who had a serious expression on his face, and discussed amongst themselves.

“Well done.”

Yukimura stood up from the coach’s seat, the jacket draped over his shoulders swaying.

“Rikkaidai’s victory is inevitable!”

Sanada firmly stated, “It’s up to you next, Seiichi.”

The final Singles 1 match was Yukimura’s!

As the captain of Rikkaidai, he would personally secure victory in the National Tournament!

“Victory has always been in my hands.”

Yukimura’s tone was light, but it carried a strong sense of confidence.

These words sounded arrogant, but Sanada didn’t have any doubts.

Just as Yukimura had said, victory had always been in his hands.

“Captain is really terrifying!”

Juzaburo Mori abandoned his lazy tone.

Renji Yanagi subtly said, “Indeed, only Seiichi can intimidate Mori-senpai.”

“It can’t be helped.”

Juzaburo Mori helplessly said, “I don’t want to play against Captain again. Just thinking about experiencing that darkness again… I’m afraid I’ll retire.”

Yukimura smiled gently.

“Do your best, Captain!”

Juzaburo Mori shouted at Yukimura.

“I will.”

Yukimura nodded.

On the other side, in the Shitenhoji team.

“Osamu, I’m sorry, I lost.”

Kenya Oshitari looked dejectedly at Watanabe Osamu.

“It’s okay, it’s just one lost match, right?”

Watanabe Osamu comforted him, “There’s still one match left. We’ll leave it to Shiraishi next.”

“Yes.”

Kenya Oshitari opened his mouth, but in the end, he only said one word.

“Go rest.”

Watanabe Osamu patted Kenya Oshitari’s shoulder and said.

Kenya Oshitari nodded and returned to the team.

“Kenya, I’ll take it from here!!”

Kuranosuke Shiraishi said to Kenya Oshitari with a serious expression.

“Shiraishi, do your best!!”

Kenya Oshitari took a deep breath and said, “You have to win!!”

“I will!”

Kuranosuke Shiraishi nodded emphatically, answering with great determination.

“Do your best, Shiraishi.”

Yoshinosuke Taira and Tetsuya Hara said to Kuranosuke Shiraishi.

“Captain, Vice-Captain…”

Kuranosuke Shiraishi’s expression tightened, and he picked up his racket, preparing for the match.

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“Now, the final Singles 1 match of the National Tournament, Rikkaidai Fuzoku Middle School versus Shitenhoji!”

“Please have both participating players enter the court!!”

The referee’s voice also became excited.

“Rikkaidai!! Rikkaidai!! Rikkaidai!!”

In an instant, all the spectators in the gymnasium began to shout.

“Child of God, victory!! Child of God, victory!! Child of God, victory!!”

Clearly, there were also many fans of Yukimura in the gymnasium, most of whom were women.

The two types of cheers almost lifted the roof off the gymnasium, the atmosphere constantly rising.

Everyone looked at Yukimura, their eyes filled with anticipation.

There were many reports about the Child of God, and many people were seeing Yukimura play for the first time.

At this moment, the spectators really wanted to know just how strong this Child of God was!

“That Singles 1 from Shitenhoji is really in a terrible situation.”

On the spectator seats, Keigo Atobe said, looking at Kuranosuke Shiraishi.

He had faced Yukimura in the Kanto Tournament finals, and that unfathomable strength almost made Keigo Atobe doubt whether anyone in the middle school world could defeat this guy.

Shiraishi Kuranosuke facing Yukimura only had one outcome.

Loss!

Losing the match was inevitable!

Keigo Atobe had no doubts about this.

Yukimura’s expression remained gentle as he walked onto the court with his racket.

A gust of wind happened to blow by, lifting Yukimura’s purple short hair, the jacket draped over his shoulders fluttering in the wind.

At this moment, the aura around Yukimura became mysterious.

On the court, in front of the net.

Yukimura and Kuranosuke Shiraishi stood facing each other.