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

“Child of God!”

Kuranosuke Shiraishi looked at the purple-haired figure before him, his eyes filled with gravity.

The match hadn't even started, yet he already felt immense pressure, a pressure that weighed on his mind like a mountain.

Seiichi Yukimura looked at Kuranosuke Shiraishi's solemn face, his expression unchanged.

Then, Seiichi Yukimura extended his hand, and Kuranosuke Shiraishi took a deep breath and extended his hand as well.

They shook hands without a word and turned back to their respective baselines.

At this point, saying more would be useless.

“Match start, one game match, Shitenhoji's Kuranosuke Shiraishi to serve!”

With the referee's voice, the final singles match officially began!

“Oooooooh! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !”

Immediately following, shouts erupted once again within the gymnasium.

Keigo Atobe and the others all focused their gaze on Seiichi Yukimura.

“This time, how much strength will you show……”

Keigo Atobe thought to himself as he watched Seiichi Yukimura adopt a defensive stance.

Baseline of the court.

Kuranosuke Shiraishi held the tennis ball in his hand, gently bouncing it on the ground.

Tap, tap, tap……

The rhythmic and crisp sound of the tennis ball hitting the ground echoed.

Following Kuranosuke Shiraishi's actions, the originally high-spirited shouts in the entire gymnasium instantly disappeared, becoming extremely quiet.

The audience was afraid of missing even the slightest detail.

At this moment, Kuranosuke Shiraishi raised his head, his eyes filled with sharpness.

In the next moment, he held the tennis ball in his hand, and with a flick of his wrist, the tennis ball flew into the air.

Whoosh—

Kuranosuke Shiraishi raised his racket, leaning his body backward, and immediately swung the racket!

“A very standard serving posture.”

Genichirou Sanada praised as he watched Kuranosuke Shiraishi's serving posture.

“His foundation is very strong.”

Renji Yanagi said, “At Shitenhoji, he is called the 'Bible'!”

“The Bible, huh…… Quite a fitting title.”

Juzaburoh Mōri nodded, a hint of surprise in his eyes.

The rapidly moving tennis ball swiftly passed over the net.

Just as Kuranosuke Shiraishi was preparing to respond to Seiichi Yukimura's attack, he inadvertently glanced at the other side, and instantly…… his gaze sharply narrowed.

Seiichi Yukimura's figure had already appeared on the left side of the court.

“When……”

Kuranosuke Shiraishi was shocked, he had only just served!

Could it be that at the instant he served…… he had already begun moving his feet?

This kind of judgment……

“Is this the Child of God……”

In the Shitenhoji team, Kenya Oshitari was shocked, watching Seiichi Yukimura with incomparable horror.

It wasn't that he hadn't watched Seiichi Yukimura's match recordings, but recordings and seeing it with his own eyes were completely different things……

Kenya Oshitari was only watching from the sidelines, if he were to face Seiichi Yukimura……

“This Child of God, isn't he a bit too strong……”

Yoshio Taira and Tetsuya Hara exchanged glances, their faces filled with helplessness.

“As expected!”

Seeing this scene, Keigo Atobe placed his hand on the bridge of his nose, his pupils slightly constricted.

His Insight was carefully observing Seiichi Yukimura.

He saw Seiichi Yukimura open his arms, the jacket on his shoulders swaying.

When the tennis ball landed, he had already swung his racket.

A standard hitting posture was displayed.

Clap—

A crisp sound rang out, and the tennis ball flew out with a sharp arc in mid-air.

Swoosh—

As swift as a bullet, the air was torn apart.

Kuranosuke Shiraishi quickly recovered, taking a step, his figure transforming into a white flash, rushing towards the landing point.

Thud—

The sound of the tennis ball landing echoed, and Kuranosuke Shiraishi raised his racket.

He swung the racket after the tennis ball bounced.

Even so, Kuranosuke Shiraishi's speed was still slow, and the tip of the racket touched the tennis ball.

With a patter, the tennis ball rebounded into the high sky.

The next second……

A purple-haired figure had already leaped high, Seiichi Yukimura in the air, the jacket on his shoulders constantly swaying, and then…… he slammed his racket down on the tennis ball!

Boom!

A muffled explosion rang out, and the tennis ball pierced through the court like a cannonball, a wisp of airflow visible to the naked eye rising.

Thud—!

The tennis ball heavily smashed onto the ground, and because the power was too strong, it even left a relatively deep mark on the ground.

“So strong!”

Yushi Oshitari couldn't help but blurt out.

“I knew it would be like this.”

Keigo Atobe shook his head and said.

“Amazing! ! This smash has such strong power!”

“Also, did you guys see how he moved? I didn't see it clearly at all!”

“I didn't see it clearly either, it seemed like he jumped up in an instant!”

“The Child of God is amazing!”

Countless spectators looked at the purple-haired figure wearing the Rikkaidai uniform jacket, marveling.

“0:15!”

The referee announced the score.

Having his first point taken almost instantly, Kuranosuke Shiraishi's expression was solemn, and he subconsciously placed his right hand on the bandaged left wrist.

If I take off the thing that Ashū gave me, I will definitely be able to hit it back.

Seiichi Yukimura stood in the center of the court, seeing Kuranosuke Shiraishi's actions, he chuckled and said, “Don't intend to take it off?”

“You……”

Kuranosuke Shiraishi's gaze narrowed, how did he discover it?

Ever since he became a regular player for Shitenhoji, he had always worn the thing Ashū gave him, even the coach and the others hadn't noticed……

Why would he know?

“Although you're used to it, your left hand is still a bit uncoordinated.”

Seiichi Yukimura said, “To be precise, it's your center of gravity.”

“What precise observation.”

Osamu Watanabe, sitting on the coach's bench, praised after hearing Seiichi Yukimura's words.

Because Seiichi Yukimura was right, Kuranosuke Shiraishi hadn't been wearing the wrist guard for long enough, if it were longer…… Kuranosuke Shiraishi would definitely solve this problem.

“Ashū!”

Kuranosuke Shiraishi gripped his left arm, looking towards Osamu Watanabe.

“No!”

Osamu Watanabe shook his head, even if he took off the wrist guard, Kuranosuke Shiraishi still wouldn't be Seiichi Yukimura's opponent, since that was the case, then let Kuranosuke Shiraishi continue wearing the wrist guard, that way he could still feel this incredibly heavy match.

Incidentally, it could also train Kuranosuke Shiraishi again.

“That's a shame.”

Seiichi Yukimura had already guessed that Osamu Watanabe wouldn't let Kuranosuke Shiraishi take off the wrist guard, after all, Osamu Watanabe was doing this for Kuranosuke Shiraishi's own good.

However, Seiichi Yukimura didn't care, just like what Osamu Watanabe thought, even if he took off the wrist guard, Kuranosuke Shiraishi wouldn't be Seiichi Yukimura's opponent.