The Prince of Tennis: My tennis skills come from Naruto

Chapter 247 Heading to U17

Keigo Atobe declared that he shouldn't have bothered with Kamiya even a fraction of a thought, because the guy simply wasn't worth it (not really).

Because Atobe completely misjudged the situation. If Kamiya went to the U17 team, the unlucky ones would be the opposing team. The strength of middle school students couldn't limit him anymore; Kamiya could easily go pro.

Moreover, this guy never fights unprepared battles; he won't make a decision lightly unless he's absolutely certain of victory.

So, since he's chosen to go to U17 now, the unlucky one is definitely the other side. Hmm, Atobe Keigo rubbed the beauty mark at the corner of his eye twice, revealing a gloating smile. He figured the next victim, the current U17 number one, would be making his appearance soon.

The team determined to defeat Kamiya has gained at least one more general. (doge emoji)

Meanwhile, the regular members of Hyotei University, who were quickly packing their belongings from their lockers in preparation for going home, exclaimed, "We're on vacation! We're on vacation! Finally, we're on vacation!"

"It's vacation time, but, sob, but there's only one month left of summer vacation (crying)"

"There's nothing we can do. The Kanto Tournament is halfway through the holiday, and the National Tournament is entirely during the holiday. *sigh* As a result, the tennis club is still training as usual during this period.

"We're actually doing alright; the regulars are probably in a much worse situation."

"After all, what the minister said was basically forcing the regulars to train even during the holidays."

"Oh? That seems so! Oh well, does that mean I won't get any vacation at all? That's terrible."

"Of course, we're the same. If any of us aspire to be a regular starter, then obviously we won't have any vacation time, because we need to use vacation time to overtake others, shrug.jpg"

"Well, I definitely won't be without one. Although I feel I've improved a lot this year, being a starter? I still feel like I'm far behind."

"+1, I also think that none of us can threaten the current top spot."

"Emmm, everyone, have you forgotten something? Saito-senpai and Shimizu-senpai are graduating soon, which means there will be two spots available for the regular selection next semester. So we can still give it a shot."

"Of course, the premise is that next semester there won't be any more monsters like the club president, vice president, Sengoku, and Akutsu, nor will there be any newcomers like Mukahi who are strong even in their first year."

"It shouldn't be that unlucky, right? Besides, although I admit that Oishi and Mukahi were indeed better than Oishi when they first came in..."

Some of them are only slightly stronger than Saito-senpai and Shimizu-senpai.

"But we're not the same people we were back then. Now, if we face Mukahi and his teammates who just enrolled, we'll be the ones to win! So, at least in the early part of next semester, we still have a very good chance of securing a regular spot!"

"That makes sense! (Aha!)"

"Then we have to work hard! Even if we only manage to become a regular member for a short time by sheer luck, it will still be an important experience in our lives, something we can brag about to others!"

As the group engaged in their enthusiastic discussion, a tall, skinny second-year student nearby lowered his eyes slightly, clearly annoyed. "What idiots!"

He cursed inwardly.

This is something you should keep to yourself. Sharing it only invites others to get involved, artificially increasing competition and creating rivals for yourself. Why bother?

The regulars, on the other hand, said they were ready to compete openly and honestly because they all knew that in Hyotei Tennis Club, stagnation was regression. Their teammates or opponents were constantly moving forward, and they didn't want to be overtaken by newcomers, much less be kicked off the regulars list!

Therefore, after Kamiya Yo said the group had disbanded, they went straight back to the training gym to find their respective trainers to measure their data and obtain the latest training plan.

At that moment, after completing a series of data measurements, Akutsu Jin wiped the sweat off his body with a towel and turned his gaze to the brand-new training equipment.

There is a dedicated person to maintain it every two days, and what appears here is the latest on the market, and some of them can't even be found on the market.

They're really rich and powerful (I'm sighing for the nth time).

However, if it weren't for this, if he didn't have the resources, Kamiya wouldn't have offered such a generous contract.

Although I'm still a little annoyed, I've sold my future to that guy. (This person has long since given up, but he's just putting on a brave face. Yeah, even a villain can be stubborn.)

Through the equipment, Akutsu Jin seemed to see the day they moved into that novel and unique new house, and at that moment he even seemed to smell the fragrance of the solid wood furniture.

The memory finally settled on Akutsu Yuki's face with a bright, hopeful smile. It really felt like a lifetime ago. Just a year ago, they were living in a small, dilapidated house, a house with almost no natural light, peeling walls, and freezing cold in winter. The old woman would go out before dawn every day and not return until late at night. She would do all sorts of odd jobs on weekends to earn a little more money, but they were still very poor, and there was no hope in their lives.

And now—

Akutsu Jin stared into the void for a long while before pulling himself out of his thoughts.

In short, my days playing tennis at Hyotei Tennis Club —

Well, it's so-so.

At that moment, the training planner handed over a freshly written handwritten training plan.

Akutsu Jin casually took it and then quickly glanced at it.

Morning: 1.5km run.

2. Core strength training: 100 pull-ups, 150 sit-ups —

3. Practice variations of backhand slice shots 10 times.

"afternoon:----"

A detailed and almost demanding plan.

But Akutsu Jin, with an expression that seemed to say, "Is that all? Is that all the intensity?", folded up the schedule, stuffed it into his pocket, and, as usual, quickly threw himself into training.

Meanwhile, on the rooftop of the teaching building, Kamiya You strolled into the helicopter parked ahead, sat down, fastened his seatbelt, and the door closed. Then, the pilot, seated in the cockpit, asked, "Young Master, may we take off?"

"Um."

"Yes, young master. So, our destination is the Japanese U17 training camp. The estimated flight time is thirty minutes."

The pilot gave a routine briefing, then opened the throttle, pulled the clutch, and pressed the left pedal, "Vroom vroom vroom—"

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The propellers gradually accelerated, spinning faster and faster, and then the helicopter suddenly took off, leaving the rooftop, and then climbed into the sky.

The silhouette of Hyotei Academy gradually shrank below, eventually blending into the densely packed buildings of Tokyo.