My Prince of Tennis has a high proficiency level

The ordinary team members were very interested in the upcoming intensive training, and each of them showed anticipation.

Taking in everyone's reactions, Uesugi nodded in satisfaction: "In that case, follow along. Just a heads up, only the top ten will qualify for training."

Top ten?

Training eligibility?

Before anyone could react, the regulars, led by Uesugi, began to move in unison.

The group left the tennis courts and began warming up by walking around the wire fence that surrounded the four courts.

Only then did everyone realize what was happening, and they all followed.

Obviously.

Uesugi's selection process was about keeping up with the pace of the regular players. Thinking about it, that makes sense. If you can't even keep up with the warm-up, there's no point in considering any intensive training; it's just a waste of time.

Tatata! ! !

Outside the tennis court.

Led by Uesugi, the Yamabuki members were all running at full speed. Especially the first and second-year members, who were running with all their might.

In contrast, the main players seemed much calmer.

Under Uesugi's leadership, the group maintained a consistent rhythm in their breathing and stride. Although they didn't appear to be running with much effort, the regular team members behind them consistently lagged behind by a distance.

Some people were not convinced and gritted their teeth and charged forward.

As a result, he was overtaken by the main runners before he could lead the pack for long. Moreover, because he had used up too much energy during the sprint, his speed gradually slowed down, and he was overtaken by others one after another, eventually becoming the last runner-up.

"idiot."

Muromachi, standing in the crowd, sneered inwardly upon seeing this.

"Do you really think being a starter is that simple? Speed ​​is only one aspect; physical fitness and mentality are the real tests."

He knew very well that if the main players got going, they wouldn't be able to catch up. The explosiveness and stamina of the two sides were simply not in the same league.

at the same time.

Shechuan also silently followed the flow of people.

But unlike Muromachi, he was thinking about what Uesugi had said earlier.

"If we only need to filter 10 people, there are two methods. The first is to rank them by time, and the second is to keep running until only 10 people remain."

Thinking of this, he perked up.

Although he had significantly improved his fundamentals and physical abilities through various training programs during this period, the original owner's foundation was already weak, and he might not necessarily be able to defeat these people.

Take a deep breath.

Shibukawa calmed himself down and then returned to his usual running training mode. He controlled his stride frequency and focused on the rhythm of his breathing.

Gradually, he became completely absorbed in running, ignoring the people around him.

"what?"

Outside the runway.

With his shoulders slumped and his body slightly bent, Ban Tian opened his squinting eyes a crack: "This kid's got a knack for running, huh?"

At this moment, in his eyes, the starters and the regular players were divided into two tiers. More accurately, two and a half, because Muromachi was behind the starters, but ahead of the other players.

only.

Banta's focus, however, was on the boy in the crowd behind him, whose eyes were covered by long black bangs.

He checked yesterday and found out the other person's name was Shibukawa Shin, a second-year student, and happened to be in the same class as Minami Kentaro.

In his memory, the other party's performance was unremarkable, and their presence was barely noticeable. He asked the deputy minister, Nan, who was also surprised and didn't know when Shibukawa had changed.

I just feel that the other person has indeed become much more composed lately.

He was especially serious when practicing his swing, and the precision of his movements surprised even Nan.

And now.

In Banta's eyes, Shibukawa showed another ability of his... running.

More precisely, it was the other person's control over their breathing. Their rhythm was even, their stride length remained within a moderate range, and the frequency of their feet changed in unison, seemingly not as good as Muromachi's, who performed better.

But as time went on, he overtook those who were ahead in Sichuan one after another.

Has the speed of Sichuan's development accelerated?

No.

Banda could see clearly that the opposing team maintained a consistent pace throughout. The real reason was that those people couldn't keep up and were falling behind one by one.

Even Muromachi's movements began to change, and his speed gradually decreased, while Shibukawa remained unchanged.

"That's a really good kid."

Banda admired it more and more the more he looked at it.

Among his peers, few could match Shibukawa's composure. This very quality alone earned Banta a higher regard for him than for Muromachi.

"alright."

At this moment, Uesugi, who was leading the group, turned around to check the number of people and said, "Warm-up is over. The ten who can keep up with the regulars can proceed to the next stage of training."

really.

Upon hearing this, Shibukawa nodded inwardly. The selection method for coaches and department heads was based on merit, without any ranking or other superficial things.

"but."

After a pause, Uesugi's sharp gaze swept over the crowd: "Don't think you've passed the selection just because of this. Let me tell you, there's no end to this intensive training unless no one can keep up with the pace of the regulars."

"understood."

Everyone nodded solemnly.

It's clear that this intensive training isn't just empty talk; it's serious.

In fact, not only the regular team members, but even the regular players felt the pressure. They knew that Uesugi was still reeling from the brutal reality of his defeat to Atobe.

Then.

The ten players selected, including Shibukawa and Muromachi, began warming up with the regular players. After that, it was time for practice matches.

Shibukawa, playing his first live match, had a mediocre performance, completely lacking the brilliance of Muromachi. The latter ran around the court, appearing very active, and even when facing the starters, he dared to launch attacks without hesitation whenever he had the opportunity.

Such an outstanding performance amazed everyone, and even the regulars on the mountain nodded in approval.

On the contrary, Banta's attention was always on Shibukawa.

"It's obvious that this is his first practice match. His movements and counter-attacks are not very smooth, and even a bit stiff."

If it were anyone else, Bantian probably wouldn't have given them another second glance. But he had extraordinary patience for this steady, meticulous, and methodical team member.

On the field.

Shibukawa also thought quickly during the practice.

At first, he was indeed a bit flustered, because tennis matches are continuous, and your opponent doesn't give you time to calm down, analyze, judge, and react.

However, due to the transmigration, Shechuan's mental fortitude was not as weak as the original owner's.

Taking advantage of the gap in positioning after the opponent scored, Shigekawa, having calmed down, proactively broke down the game model and simplified it into three stages: watching, running, and attacking.

That is, to see the movement clearly, run and move, and swing the racket to counterattack.

While using formulas for problem-solving may seem rigid, it can help beginners like him eliminate other complex and interfering factors.

then.

To Banta's astonishment, Shibukawa's actions suddenly became swift and concise.