My Prince of Tennis has a high proficiency level

"Glug."

"This...this is the Tiger Cannon of Sengoku?"

"That's too strong. That Honda couldn't even react."

Outside the stadium.

The Yamabuki team member said with a look of awe.

"Indeed very strong."

Among the ten selected team members, Muromachi, wearing white-rimmed sunglasses, squinted and secretly clenched his fist.

As an observer, he could see more clearly that Sengoku's jump height wasn't as high as it was in the actual match. In other words, this was indeed not the complete version of the Tiger Cannon.

Even so, it still possesses such great power, demonstrating that Sengoku's strength has indeed reached an astonishing level.

"but."

Raising his head, Muromachi's gaze locked onto Sengoku, who had landed steadily and was smiling confidently: "This is my chance too!"

He had absolutely no confidence in the complete Tiger Cannon.

But Muromachi really wanted to try this serve. If he succeeded, he would definitely become the brightest star in the entire Yamabuki Tennis Club.

...

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

Then.

Several people in a row failed to react, simply standing there dumbfounded. They were even less able to return Sengoku's serve.

"Ugh."

Outside the crowd, Coach Ban Tian looked helpless.

Sengoku's serve was executed with as little power as possible, and his jump height was kept very low. Even so, no one managed to touch the tennis ball.

It's clear how low the talent level is among the representatives selected from the Yamabuki group.

And this was just the tallest among the short. Looking at the other team members who weren't selected, Bantian couldn't help but sigh.

"Next, Muromachi 10th time."

At this moment, Uesugi spoke.

Muromachi, who was the center of attention, gripped his racket and strode confidently onto the court.

"Oh, it's Muromachi."

Upon seeing the newcomer, Sengoku couldn't help but smile: "You should have a chance of succeeding, right?"

"Come on, senior."

Muromachi, however, adopted a serious posture: "I'll try to hit the ball back."

"Good ambition."

Sengoku nodded, then tossed the tennis ball high into the air again. He leaped into the air and quickly smashed the ball down with his racket.

"It's coming!"

Muromachi roused himself.

He had never encountered Sengoku's Tiger Cannon before, but even if he hadn't eaten pork, he had seen pigs run. Through Muromachi's observation, he discovered that Sengoku's Tiger Cannon mainly attacked the middle of the service line.

and.

He had already gotten used to the speed of the Tiger Cannon in the first few balls. Now, he focused his mind, locked onto the middle area, and sure enough, he found the trajectory of the tennis ball.

"I saw it!"

Seeing the trajectory of the ball, Muromachi didn't hesitate for a moment. He immediately stepped forward, raised his racket, and made a smashing motion.

"This kid has a pretty good reaction."

The other regulars around him nodded in agreement.

Putting everything else aside, Muromachi's reaction speed surpasses that of Honda and the other third-year students. Moreover, his movements are decisive; he swings his racket swiftly almost as soon as he gets close to the tennis ball.

With a bang.

The tennis ball, which bounced off the ground, was actually stopped by Muromachi.

"So strong!"

"Muromachi is amazing! He actually caught a thousand koku's tiger cannon!"

"Now he's going to be the first non-regular to receive the Thousand Stone Tiger Cannon!!"

Everyone thought to themselves.

Muromachi was no exception; before successfully receiving the tennis ball after anticipating Sengoku's serve, a hint of smugness flashed in his eyes.

"Um?"

just.

Muromachi's expression changed the instant the ball and racket collided.

"So heavy?"

His pupils suddenly contracted, and his right hand, gripping the racket, trembled. After hesitating for a moment, he had no choice but to put his left hand on top, changing to a two-handed grip, and finally managed to block the impact of the tennis ball.

However, he missed the best time to return the ball. The tennis ball he hit hit the net with a thud and rolled down.

"call......"

Muromachi exhaled a deep breath of stale air.

Then, he looked at Sengoku with awe.

"As expected, even without going all out, a Kanto-level expert is still beyond my ability to withstand."

Even so, Muromachi was still quite pleased with himself.

After all, the players ahead of him couldn't even touch the tennis ball. In comparison, he, who was able to receive and return the ball, was clearly stronger.

With that thought in mind, Muromachi left the stadium.

After that, Uesugi called several people, including Kita Kazuma, who became a regular in the original story but is only a first-year student now.

And Nishikori Tsubasa, who succeeded Akutsu as a regular player after Akutsu left the tennis club.

However, despite their reactions, neither of them managed to touch the tennis ball. This situation further highlighted the significance of Muromachi's successful return of the ball.

"hey-hey."

Feeling the gazes of those around him, Muromachi couldn't help but smile. He was now a true prodigy of the Yamabuki Prodigy.

"Next."

At that moment, Uesugi spoke again: "Shibukawa Shin!"

The words fell.

Many people turned to look.

A boy with black hair covering his eyes, making it impossible to see his face clearly, picked up a racket and walked onto the court.

"Shechuan?"

Upon seeing the newcomer, Sengoku was somewhat surprised: "If I remember correctly, he's from Class 6. Yes, he's in the same class as Kentaro. I didn't expect him to be selected."

In his memory, the other person had a very low profile. He was also somewhat timid and hesitant. Once, he saw Shibukawa being asked for money by an older student and took the initiative to help him out of the crisis, which is why he remembered him.

Otherwise, he might not have remembered the other person.

Furthermore, Sengoku, who rarely trains with the team and spends more time flirting with girls, is unaware of the changes that have occurred in Shibukawa during this period.

"Counting the number of people, he seems to be the last one, ah~ um~~"

Sengoku yawned. He couldn't return a single serve, and the boredom was making him a little sleepy. Then, he patted his face to perk himself up and, as usual, tossed the tennis ball high into the air.

Then, he jumped up, leaned forward, and smashed the tennis ball.

"Oh no!"

In the instant he swung his racket, Sengoku suddenly realized that he wasn't playing against an opponent of equal skill level, but rather undergoing an assessment for advanced training.

But it was too late to pull back his power; he could only try to reduce the force of his shot. Even so, it was still far superior to those defective Tiger Cannons from before.

"Oh no, should we send another one? Uh, probably not, but we can't always predict Uesugi's personality..."

Sengoku felt uneasy and glanced nervously in Uesugi's direction. The latter also recognized the power of the serve and felt a sense of helplessness.

"That Sengoku kid is still too lax."

Uesugi secretly made a decision: before stepping down as captain, he had to discipline Sengoku properly. At the very least, he needed to get Sengoku to focus more on training.

As for Shibukawa receiving the serve, he didn't take it seriously. After all, even Muromachi could barely touch the tennis ball, let alone now, with Sengoku's Tiger Cannon being even more powerful.

Not only him, but almost everyone else thought that Shibukawa definitely wouldn't be able to turn the tide in tennis.

"That kid..."

Only Banta kept his gaze fixed on the black-haired boy. Anyone else would probably have been terrified upon seeing Sengoku's powerful serve.

but.

Banta saw the same calm on Shibukawa's face as before. It seemed that in the other's eyes, this extremely powerful tiger cannon was not so terrifying.