My Prince of Tennis has a high proficiency level

"A practice match?"

Inside the office, Bantian thoughtfully stroked his chin.

According to his plan, what the tennis club needs most right now is to take advantage of the training enthusiasm sparked by Shibukawa and strengthen its overall strength as much as possible.

Although Yamabuki doesn't have a tennis club like Hyotei, which has over 150 members and is still growing, it still has close to 50 members.

The team's overall strength has improved, especially with the current training being conducted by the serious and enthusiastic first and second-year students. As long as these players develop, it will be able to ensure that the team's overall level remains at a certain high standard for the next two years.

But after thinking about it, Banta decided to agree.

There was no way around it; the other party offered too much. Not only did they book a club-level stadium, but they also offered a substantial appearance fee simply for Yamabuki to participate in practice matches.

With this money, Bantian can improve the training conditions for the team members and supplement some training equipment that was previously lacking.

"and......"

After a pause, Banta glanced at the list of opponents for the practice match, a thoughtful look flashing in his eyes: "If I remember correctly, this school was the runner-up in the regional qualifiers last year, right?"

Thinking of that school and a certain old acquaintance, Bantian couldn't help but laugh.

"They will probably be even stronger next year."

"However, with Shibukawa this year, if we add Akutsu to the mix, we might not be without a chance."

"If possible, we really need to give that kid more opportunities for real combat. If he keeps reinventing the wheel, he'll never see the vast world outside."

...

"What? A practice match?"

That afternoon, after receiving Banta's notification, Sengoku, one of the top-ranked members of the regular team, couldn't help but feel anxious: "Sensei, could we postpone it for another day...?"

"Is it urgent?"

Bantian looked up.

Sengoku scratched his head somewhat embarrassedly: "I...I made plans with someone else."

"Is that so...?"

Banta thought for a moment, his face remaining expressionless, but he was somewhat disappointed. However, before he could speak, Uesugi suddenly turned to look at Sengoku.

"Who?"

"Huh? Minister, Minister, you..."

"I'm asking you, who did you meet up with?"

Uesugi's cold gaze locked onto Sengoku: "Is it Minako from Class 3 of the second year, or Sana from Class 6 of the second year?!"

Swish!

This statement came out.

Sengoku's face turned pale instantly, completely losing his usual calm and confident demeanor.

Shibukawa, standing in the crowd, glanced at his club president with some surprise. He remembered her as someone who was very authoritative during club activities, but who rarely interfered with the members' lives after school.

Unexpectedly, Uesugi knew so much about Sengoku's private life.

"Um, that..."

Seeing Uesugi's stern expression, Sengoku stammered, "It's...it's Yuuko from Class 2-1..."

Upon hearing this, even Shibukawa's lips twitched slightly. He thought to himself that Sengoku's nickname was completely wrong; this wasn't "Lucky Sengoku" at all, but clearly "The Casanova" Sengoku.

"Teacher, Minister."

Noticing the strange looks from everyone, Sengoku forced a smile and said, "I will definitely be there on time for tomorrow's match, I promise..."

"That's enough!"

Unexpectedly, Uesugi roared, his gaze turning cold as he looked at Sengoku: "You don't need to go to tomorrow's practice match. In fact, if you want, you can quit the club right now and never have to touch tennis again!!!"

In an instant.

The entire stadium was silent.

Everyone felt as if the temperature around them had dropped to freezing point. Even Kentaro Minami, who wanted to offer some words of advice, swallowed back the words that were on the tip of his tongue.

No one expected Uesugi to suddenly launch an attack.

Even Banta was quite surprised.

"Kenichi, don't say that."

Before the old man could even speak, Uesugi couldn't help but say, "Teacher, you don't need to try to persuade me. Do you know what this guy has been doing all this time? Since the end of the National Tournament, I know of at least 67 girls he's tried to pick up. Has he put even a fraction of effort into training?"

In the past, Uesugi would have turned a blind eye. After all, Sengoku's talent was undeniable, and even he himself probably wouldn't be a match for him now; lecturing him would be utterly unconvincing.

However, Uesugi was deeply moved by Shibukawa's tireless training, his advancement to the regular team, and his sweeping victories. Consequently, he became even more dissatisfied with Sengoku, who wasted his talent by not doing anything productive and spending his time flirting with girls.

Finally, Sengoku's hesitant and evasive manner regarding practice matches became the trigger for Uesugi's outburst.

"I see."

Banta smiled and patted Uesugi on the shoulder: "I'll handle Sengoku's situation, don't worry. Sengoku, come with me, I have something to tell you."

immediately.

Banta glanced at Sengoku and walked towards the outside of the stadium.

The latter had kept his head down ever since Uesugi's outburst, and upon hearing Banta's words, he followed obediently behind like a schoolchild who had done something wrong.

"67? That's outrageous!"

After the two left, one of the remaining team members whispered, "Our tennis club doesn't even have this many people, does it?"

"What's so surprising? The minister only knows about our school; there are others from other schools too."

"Wow, Sengoku is way too strong! Can he handle so many people?"

"How is that possible? You'd be lucky if one out of ten people could successfully strike up a conversation with you."

"Got it, this is Sengoku's tactic. That guy is too cunning!"

"alright."

Hearing this, Uesugi impatiently glanced at everyone and said, "Go back to training, or do you want to learn that kid's flirting skills?"

Upon hearing this, everyone shrank back. Their minister was in a rage, and anyone who dared to say another word at this moment would surely suffer a terrible fate.

Shechuan didn't care at all.

His primary goal now is to continue improving his skills. Reaching the Grand Tournament level is just the beginning, the Kanto level is barely enough to establish himself, and only the National level will allow him to secure a place before the Junior High National Tournament in the main storyline.

Even compared to the dominance of other schools, the strength of ordinary national-level schools is not enough.

The only thing that made him somewhat regretful was Sengoku's talent.

Judging from the original work, even if the opponent's potential doesn't compare to the top-tier monsters, it's still considered to be at a slightly overpowered level. Not only does he have extremely high physical talent, but he also possesses dynamic vision that far surpasses that of Echizen and Kikumaru.

If Sengoku's potential were fully developed, he would definitely be considered a top figure nationwide. Instead of being a pushover during the Kanto and National Tournament stages in the original story.

However, Shibukawa himself hasn't even mastered the skills yet, so he has no time to concern himself with Sengoku's affairs. To truly train him and develop an effective training plan, they'll have to wait until he has full control over Yamabuki.

That's right.

Despite only recently becoming a regular starter, Shibukawa's ambitions have already begun to brew. Now that he has been reborn and possesses a true cheat code, how could his goal be as simple as just leading Yamabuki into the national tournament?