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

“Wait—”

Q.P.'s expression changed: “He wouldn't have reached the world-class level, would he??

“Impossible!!”

Amadeus frowned and said in a deep voice: “The difference between quasi-world-class and world-class isn't something you can break through just by saying so."

“He definitely wasn't just talking just now.”

Polk said, with a premonition that Yukimura might really win.

“The Child of God? Is this why he's known as the Child of God?”

Medanore muttered.

Gaudel John was already stunned. He actually heard a middle school student say that Camus's future was defeat!

Not only the entire stadium, but the world was also in an uproar at this moment.

“The future—”

After Mifune Nyudo heard Yukimura's words, his expression changed: “Has he already reached this point?!!

Byodoin Houou, Oni Jujiro, Taneshima Shuji, Irie Kanata, and Ochi Tsukimitsu remained silent.

Ever since Yukimura said those words, they were certain that Yukimura would win this match!

Otherwise, Yukimura wouldn't have said such a thing.

That's how well they knew Yukimura.

Baseline of the court.

“My future of defeat?”

After hearing Yukimura's words, Camus's expression became extremely solemn.

The scenes he had seen before, according to Camus, were hallucinations caused by Yukimura's mental-type tennis skills.

Being able to see the future... how could that possibly happen!

The current score is 2:2, and the score in the fifth game is 0:30, with Yukimura leading by two points.

Yukimura chuckled softly and turned his feet, his figure already arriving at the landing point in advance.

Along with the sound of the tennis ball landing, Yukimura had already swung his racket.

“Your future—I can see it.”

A gentle voice entered Camus's ears, and then Yukimura hit the tennis ball back.

Camus looked serious and quickly chased after the tennis ball.

Suddenly, another scene appeared before his eyes, the scene of the tennis ball rushing out from under his arm and then being scored.

Camus's pupils shrank sharply, and beads of sweat dripped from his face: “It's this situation again!”

Camus had seen this scene many times, but Camus knew that this was a hallucination caused by Yukimura's mental tennis skills, but every time he changed the trajectory of his shot, Yukimura was always able to perfectly hit the tennis ball back.

The next second, another picture appeared in Camus's mind.

That was a picture of Camus becoming a professional player and winning a trophy on the professional court.

Suddenly, these pictures shattered like glass.

A white light lit up, instantly covering Camus's vision.

“0:40!”

Then the referee's voice rang out.

The stadium fell silent again.

“What's going on?”

Q.P. frowned as he looked at Camus's figure: “His movements just now were just like a puppet.”

Polk said lightly: “Like a shell that has lost its soul.”

“Camus—seems to have seen something.”

Amadeus's dark pupils stared at Yukimura as he spoke.

“That's Camus's future—”

Medanore's expression changed slightly.

The French team remained silent.

Camus looked at the tennis ball rolling to his feet, his expression changing.

“This is your future—”

When Camus heard this voice, he saw the scene of Yukimura turning around.

“Your future... has already been taken away by me—”

“Taken away my future?”

Even Camus couldn't help but be moved after hearing Yukimura's words, and a strange chill enveloped him.

How could this possibly be done?

A strange fear arose in Camus's heart.

This was the first time he had felt this way about an opponent.

“Yukimura Seiichi, what kind of person are you?”

At this moment, Camus couldn't help but think.

In just an instant, Camus recovered.

“The match hasn't reached the final moment yet, who wins and who loses—no, I won't lose!”

Camus's eyes became more determined.

Immediately, he turned and returned to the baseline.

The tennis ball was tossed high again.

“I know your future very well.”

Just as Camus tossed the tennis ball, Yukimura's figure had already run to the left.

The sound of the ball being struck rang out, and the tennis ball brought a stream of light towards Yukimura's left court.

“How is that possible!!!!!”

This scene immediately caused everyone to exclaim.

If Yukimura had only seen the landing point of Camus's shot before, then now—

“What exactly is going on!!”

The French team looked at Yukimura on the court and couldn't help but shout.

But no one explained what had happened.

Dong Accompanied by the dull sound of the ball being struck, the tennis ball flew towards Camus with a stream of light.

Camus's eyes flashed, and he instantly arrived at the landing point of the tennis ball.

At the same time, Yukimura on the opposite side was already waiting on the other side of the court.

Camus noticed Yukimura's change, and the racket in his hand turned.

“Didn't I say it—”

Just as Camus was hitting the ball, Yukimura's gentle voice rang out again.

“Your future has already been taken away by me!”

The next moment, Yukimura's figure had already appeared in front of the net.

At the same time as speaking, he had already swung his racket.

At this moment, Camus had just hit the tennis ball back.

Shu The tennis ball pierced through the court, bringing a terrifying force, and instantly flew out from Camus's side.

‘Game, Japan team, Yukimura Seiichi, score 3:2!!!’

3:2!!

Looking at the score on the big screen, all the spectators in the stadium were completely silent.

Everyone stared at Yukimura on the court with wide eyes.

Why?

Why did it turn out like this?

How strong is a middle school student?

Throughout the entire game, Camus was completely suppressed!

“Camus didn't score a single point in the entire game, no matter what—that middle school student is too terrifying, right?”

Countless spectators felt a chill in their hearts. How strong is this Yukimura Seiichi?

Even Camus is not an opponent.

“Camus—lost.”

In the French team, Duke Watanabe looked at Camus and Yukimura on the court and sighed softly.

“How could it be—how could Camus possibly lose?”

The others couldn't help but exclaim after hearing Duke Watanabe's words.

That's Camus!!

How could Camus possibly lose!!

And to a middle school student.

“Camus's future—has already been taken away.”

Duke Watanabe said in a deep voice: “The taken future—only that person can rewrite it!”

Hearing this, the French team fell silent.

Could it be that Camus lost like this??

“Taking away the future—it's really incredible!”

Echizen Ryoga took a deep look at Yukimura and couldn't help but say, even he couldn't help but tremble in his heart.

Taking away the future—

It sounds incredible, but Yukimura did it!