My Prince of Tennis has a high proficiency level

As the most anticipated match of the three Group D matches, Muromachi still attracted a lot of attention despite losing to Shibukawa.

Before the match even started, a crowd had already gathered around the field. Moments later, as the two players entered the field and exchanged a brief conversation, the referee announced the start of the match.

Muromachi was lucky and got the first serve.

Facing a formidable opponent, he dared not be complacent, nor was he intimidated. Once the match began, he unhesitatingly unleashed his signature move—serve and volley.

Bang!

but.

Minami's return was very skillful; the ball was clearly aimed at Muromachi's backhand. It wasn't fast, but it was very accurate, forcing Muromachi to change his plan and move to the side to receive the ball.

Bang!

But then, Minami hit her second ball in the opposite direction from Muromachi's position. The latter frowned, quickly turned back, and barely managed to return the ball, only to have his opponent attack his backhand again.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

After three or five rounds, Kentaro Minami had already taken control of the game. Compared to yesterday's match between Shibukawa and Muromachi, his tactics and ball control were more sophisticated, leaving Muromachi with no chance to fight back.

Bang!

Then.

Seizing the opportunity, Nan decisively swung his racket and hit the winning shot.

"0-15!"

The referee spoke, and Muromachi, slightly out of breath, looked extremely grim. He had thought he could at least cause some trouble for his opponent, but he hadn't expected to be so tightly controlled from the very beginning.

However, he did not give up.

In the following match, Muromachi remained very active. His flexible tactics caused Minami considerable trouble. However, the latter, with his experience, quickly defused his opponent's offensive.

In the blink of an eye.

The competition is drawing to a close.

Despite Muromachi's best efforts, he only managed to win one game against Kentaro Minami, falling far behind in the overall score.

"it's over!"

"Yes, Kentaro is a regular player after all, and he was also chosen as the vice-captain by Banta-sensei and Captain Uesugi. Muromachi has no chance of winning at all."

"There's no way around it, the difference between non-regulars and regulars is just that big."

The onlookers were talking about it.

Just then, someone seemed to notice something and exclaimed in surprise, "Hey, isn't that Shibukawa? When did he arrive?"

Everyone turned to look, and sure enough, they saw Shibukawa, whose black hair covered his eyes and whose facial features were not clearly visible, standing in the crowd.

Even now, he maintains a sufficiently low-key aura. Unless he deliberately tries to show off his presence, few people would notice him if he stood in a crowd.

"No wonder he was able to defeat Muromachi."

Seeing this, someone couldn't help but remark, "The decisive battle with Nan is just around the corner, yet he can still maintain such a calm state while observing and collecting data on his opponent."

"So, does that mean he's really a data-driven player?"

"I don't know, but since both Mr. Banda and the department head said so, it must be true."

Muromachi, standing on the court, looked increasingly grim after hearing the crowd's comments.

He could accept losing to Kentaro Minami.

After all, the other party is the vice minister and has been famous for a long time. Since Muromachi joined Yamabuki, the other party has been in the position of the main player.

What does crossing the river count for?

After less than two months of dedicated training, he was completely overwhelmed. This left Shibukawa, who had initially taken him very seriously, feeling both resentful and deeply conflicted.

"Are we really going to admit defeat?"

Muromachi glanced at Shibukawa outside the court, then looked towards the south. His words were directed at Shibukawa, but also at the match itself.

The gap between him and Nan was too great; even if he admitted defeat and gave up the fight, no one would say anything. But as soon as this thought crossed his mind, the image of Shibukawa would appear in his head.

His opponent had grown from an unknown nobody to where he was today. Those seemingly useless, time-wasting swings kept replaying in Muromachi's mind.

"Let's give it our all!"

Muromachi took a deep breath, his eyes regaining their fighting spirit, but also showing a hint of madness.

immediately.

Taking advantage of his service game, he once again employed the serve-and-volley tactic. This time, he displayed even greater speed and power.

Bang!

boom!

Bang!

boom!

At the bottom line.

Kentaro Minami reacted quickly, his experience allowing him to see that Muromachi was fighting like a cornered beast, making a last-ditch effort. If they could withstand this onslaught, they could completely shatter the enemy's will to fight.

however.

The outbreak in Muromachi, however, exceeded his expectations.

Minami, who had initially been confident of victory, was caught off guard by the counterattack and found himself in a somewhat disheveled state. Just as his defenses were about to be breached, Muromachi's offensive suddenly weakened and then collapsed completely.

Seizing the opportunity, Nan acted decisively.

Bang!

"The match is over."

"Kentaro Minami wins, score 6-1!"

"Huff...huff huff..."

One side of the stadium.

Muromachi was panting heavily.

He was covered in sweat, and breathing felt like being scraped by blades, with a burning pain in his throat. His eyes were filled with resentment.

"Damn it! So close!!"

Muromachi clenched his fists tightly.

He could sense that Kentaro Minami's defenses were crumbling. If he could hold out a little longer, he was sure he could break through that seemingly impenetrable wall of defenses.

Thus, Muromachi realized his shortcomings. If he had been stronger, things wouldn't have ended this way.

"There's still time, I'm only in first grade..."

Especially when he thought about the transformation Shibukawa had undergone in less than two months of training, Muromachi's desire to become stronger became even stronger.

"This match was worthwhile."

Meanwhile, Shibukawa, standing outside the crowd, glanced meaningfully at Muromachi, whose thoughts were rapidly shifting.

Thanks to his opponent's late surge, he gathered unexpected data. This gave him even more confidence for the upcoming match against Nan.

"Is this kid... really a data-driven player?"

Not far away, Banta, with his hands behind his back, looked in the direction Shibukawa had left, his eyebrows slightly raised.

indeed.

He admired Shechuan's way of doing things.

Mature and steady, they carefully observe before acting to achieve a thorough understanding of themselves and their opponents. This is very similar to the characteristics of data-driven players in the traditional sense.

However, Banta's intuition told him that this boy was probably not as simple as he imagined.

"Why think so much?"

After a pause, Bantian, regaining his senses, couldn't help but laugh: "No matter what tricks he's hiding, we'll find out in the match later."

soon.

After the next few matches ended.

Around 5:30.

The final match in Group D, a showdown between the only two players who remain undefeated, is about to begin.

at the same time.

Players who weren't playing, including captain Kenichi Uesugi and Sengoku, also appeared near the stadium.

A moment later, the referee, seated on his high chair, announced in a loud voice:

"Next game."

"Kentaro Minami versus Nobu Shibukawa."