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

"Is this kid learning so fast?"

Mifune Nyudo's eyes showed admiration. He had only reminded Yukimura of a few things to pay attention to, but now he was already able to stand his ground, at least much better than when he had started.

"First, perform 400 swings."

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Immediately after, Mifune Nyudo said to Yukimura: "Of course, you can use both your left and right hands together."

Yukimura nodded after hearing Mifune Nyudo's words.

"Huff—"

After taking a deep breath, his expression gradually became serious, and then he began to train earnestly.

Time slowly passed.

Three hours later.

Yukimura finally finished the 'continuous 400 swings.'

After finishing the training, Yukimura struggled to get out of the water and immediately lay down on the ground.

The water on his body instantly flowed onto the ground.

"So tired!"

Yukimura's sweat had already mixed with the water, and the muscles in his arms were aching. His physical strength was completely exhausted.

Moreover, the racket was also a specially made racket, much heavier than ordinary rackets.

Since he started learning to play tennis, this was the first time Yukimura had been so tired, so tired that he didn't even want to move his fingers.

"Too slow."

Mifune Nyudo frowned, somewhat dissatisfied.

Yukimura did not retort upon hearing Mifune Nyudo's reprimand.

Three hours was indeed very slow for Yukimura himself.

"Starting tomorrow, start reducing the time."

Mifune Nyudo said to Yukimura, who was lying on the ground, "If the time still exceeds three hours, then get your ass off the mountain."

"I understand, Coach."

Yukimura replied, his tone a little weak, but very firm.

Mifune Nyudo ignored Yukimura and turned to leave.

In fact, Mifune Nyudo was very satisfied with Yukimura's performance, but it was far from enough. Yukimura had not yet reached Mifune Nyudo's goal.

Moving from quasi-world-class to world-class was not something that could be done so easily.

Ten minutes later.

Yukimura, who was lying on the ground, stood up and then moved his body.

Ten minutes was enough for Yukimura to recover some of his strength, but his body was still a little weak.

"Huff—"

Taking a deep breath, he flicked his already wet purple hair and took the racket back the way he came.

Cliff of the Heart.

High school students were training.

Mifune Nyudo sat aside, holding a wine gourd in his hand and drinking.

At this time, Yukimura walked over.

"Rested enough?"

Mifune Nyudo asked casually after seeing Yukimura.

"Recovered a bit."

Yukimura replied.

Mifune Nyudo nodded and continued: "Rest well, think carefully about the training process just now. If you don't meet my requirements tomorrow, you can get lost."

"Yes, Coach."

Yukimura nodded in response.

"That person is—"

"Judging by his appearance, he seems to know the head coach."

"That monster is also here??"

In the training team, some high school students couldn't help but change their expressions after seeing Yukimura.

A dozen of these high school students were the same ones Yukimura had encountered before.

Mifune Nyudo frowned and looked at the high school students who had stopped moving.

"Trash, continue training for me!!"

His voice was unkind.

After seeing Mifune Nyudo's expression, the high school students quickly continued training, fearing that Mifune Nyudo would teach them a lesson.

Bang, bang, bang, bang. In a forest, several ball-hitting sounds came.

Yukimura was practicing against a cliff wall.

It was just that the protruding rocks on the cliff wall were particularly uneven. Each time the tennis ball hit the cliff wall, the direction of the rebound was irregular!

What's more, it was twelve consecutive shots at a time.

Yukimura didn't care about these. With his ball control and eyesight, he could accurately hit the twelve tennis balls in places where there were no protruding rocks.

Every time the tennis ball hit the cliff wall, bits of gravel would fall off.

Whoosh, his arm waved, and several afterimages flashed continuously.

A continuous sound of hitting the ball came out.

Because of the previous training in the water, Yukimura did not use too much force.

Each swing was within his own tolerance range.

More than ten minutes later, Yukimura stopped moving.

The soreness in his arm muscles had disappeared, and the feeling of weakness had also disappeared.

Huff—

Yukimura exhaled a breath of stale air.

Opposite Yukimura, the originally protruding rocks on the cliff wall had been reduced a lot.

Almost a flat wall outline appeared.

"Has your body recovered?"

Not long after Yukimura stopped moving, Mifune Nyudo's voice came.

"Coach."

Yukimura nodded after seeing Mifune Nyudo.

"Not bad."

Mifune Nyudo glanced at Yukimura and then said, "The method of adjusting your state is not bad."

"I watched the recording of your match with Byodoin."

"That move, Destruction, you practiced it yourself, right?"

Yukimura nodded after hearing Mifune Nyudo's words and said, "Yes."

"Not bad."

Mifune Nyudo said indifferently.

Simply put, Yukimura unleashed this shot through his own training, rather than being taught by Byodoin Phoenix.

There was an essential difference between the two.

"Hit a ball and let me see."

Mifune Nyudo said to Yukimura, "Use all your current strength."

Although he had seen it in the recording of Yukimura and Byodoin Phoenix's match, Mifune Nyudo had not personally felt that aura.

Yukimura nodded, picked up a tennis ball, took a deep breath, and a hint of sharpness appeared in his eyes.

Buzz— A golden light mixed with purple instantly shone, and although it was daytime, this light was as dazzling as the light shining in the dark night!

Immediately afterwards, a terrifying aura emanated from Yukimura.

Whoosh— The smoke and dust and gravel under Yukimura's feet were instantly blown away by this airflow.

Mifune Nyudo's eyes narrowed slightly.

Boom— The tennis ball in Yukimura's hand slowly fell, and then the racket instantly hit the tennis ball.

Suddenly, a terrifying sonic boom sounded, and a dazzling light burst out instantly.

The tennis ball, like a terrifying cannonball, slammed heavily into the cliff wall.

Crack— A terrifying cracking sound rang out, followed by a crackling explosion.

Then, the tennis ball still did not stop spinning, constantly rotating, and finally suddenly bounced out, rushing towards the sky at a right angle.

Thick smoke billowed up, accompanied by the terrifying explosion and airflow impact, the smoke instantly submerged Yukimura and Mifune Nyudo.

"What's going on?"

The high school students who were training in the distance subconsciously stopped moving after hearing the huge explosion and looked towards the source of the sound.

There, a thick cloud of smoke was rising.

"What happened?"

"Why is it like it's on fire?"

"The head coach seemed to have gone in that direction just now."

"Could this sound have been made by that middle school student?"

"How could it be him?"

The high school students kept guessing. Although they only mentioned Yukimura, they didn't want to admit this kind of thing in their hearts at all.

In the distance, the thick smoke blocked everything around.

The leaves kept rustling, and the trees blown by the air currents kept falling on the ground.