My Prince of Tennis has a high proficiency level

Chapter 56 The Script Inside and Outside the Stadium

"He actually wants to challenge a thousand koku?"

After a brief silence, someone couldn't help but exclaim.

Swish!

next moment.

Sengoku looked up at the black-haired boy who was smiling at him.

"That's interesting."

Outside the stadium.

Banta, who appeared out of nowhere, watched the scene before him with great interest.

He didn't expect that this new second-year student would immediately set his sights on Yamabuki's previous strongest genius.

Is it ignorance and fearlessness?

Banta shook his head; he didn't think so.

On the contrary, in his view, the second-year student named Mizuki in front of him was clearly prepared.

and.

Judging from the way the other party and Shibukawa were talking, the two seemed to have known each other before.

"First it was the exceptionally talented Fuji Yuta, and now even Mizuki is taking the initiative to make a move."

Thinking of this, Banta stroked his chin, appearing thoughtful. As his thoughts wandered, his gaze drifted to the black-haired boy outside the crowd, quietly observing everything unfold—the current captain of Yamabuki.

I can tell.

The other party seemed to be preparing to stir up the stagnant waters of Yamabuki.

This made Banda even more excited for the upcoming match.

As expected, Sengoku accepted the challenge.

A moment later, the two arrived at the net.

Looking at her calm opponent, Mizuki lightly twirled a strand of hair and smiled, "Sengoku-kun, I've been wanting to have a match with you, the genius of Yamabuki, for a long time. In this match, you absolutely mustn't hold back."

"This guy..."

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The Yamabuki fans outside the arena frowned upon hearing this.

Although Mizuki spoke with a smile, he somehow gave off an urge to punch him.

but.

What surprised them even more was Sengoku's reaction.

In the past, even if Sengoku didn't get angry, he would definitely have retaliated. But this time, he just glanced at his opponent indifferently, turned around and left, showing no interest whatsoever in vying for the right to serve.

Ok?

This scene not only puzzled the Yamabuki group, but even Mizuki was a little surprised.

Since he chose to come to Yamabuki, he had thoroughly studied the personalities of everyone on the team beforehand. In particular, he found and repeatedly watched the videos of every recorded game of Sengoku.

Mizuki is a person who likes to plan before acting.

His style is to remain behind the scenes, write his own script with a pen, and then use his racket as a conductor's baton to make his opponents dance to his movements.

But ever since he arrived in Yamabuki, strange things have been happening one after another. Not only did Shibukawa secure the ministerial position ahead of schedule, but now even Sengoku's condition is somewhat beyond his expectations.

but.

This wasn't the first time he'd encountered something like this, and he regained his composure within seconds.

Then, Mizuki smiled slightly, accepted the serve that Sengoku had given up, and turned to walk towards the baseline.

"The match begins, one game decides the winner!"

'

At this moment, the referee on the high chair, after confirming the status of the two players, announced loudly, "Kanzuki serves, game over."

Snapped!

Snapped!

Snapped!

immediately.

All eyes then fell on Mizuki at the bottom line.

He gently tapped the tennis ball, as if searching for a feel for it. At the same time, his gaze slowly fell on his opponent.

"Sengoku."

Mizuki casually grabbed the tennis ball, a glint of light flashing in her eyes: "I'll use you as my stepping stone to land in Yamabuki!"

'

Bang!

The thought crossed my mind.

Mizuki quickly smashed the tennis ball.

The ball speed wasn't fast, and the landing point wasn't particularly tricky. Not to mention Sengoku, even regulars like Minami and Higashi, and even some non-regular third-year students, could easily return the serve.

therefore.

Some people couldn't help but feel a bit of disdain.

"This serve..."

'

However, Sengoku, who was ready to receive the serve on the court, subtly darkened his gaze.

He was all too familiar.

Not long ago, on that street tennis court, he was gradually driven into the abyss by a similarly awkward ball.

Swish!

next moment.

Sengoku looked up, his gaze fixed on Mizuki, a thought flashing through his mind: "Data tennis?!"

'

The guy in front of me is actually a rare data-driven player?

Tap tap!

Almost simultaneously, Sengoku also moved. The ball wasn't difficult; although his reaction was a beat slow, his stats were already quite high, and with his Iv3 dynamic vision, he easily countered the ball before it hit the ground.

"Um?

'

but.

Sengoku's response caused the other members of Yamabuki to frown subconsciously, especially the regulars. They knew his strength and should have responded in a more decisive way.

However, that last shot was clearly a bit sluggish.

"Oh."

Contrary to everyone's doubts, when Kanzuki saw Sengoku's reaction, a slight smile appeared on his lips.

"really."

"A person's habits are not easily changed. Once I understand your playing style, this game is completely under my control."

Guan Yue is very confident.

While data-driven strategies cannot guarantee a 100% win rate, exceptional players like Shibukawa are rare. Moreover, even among professional players, no one has ever achieved a 100% win rate.

In Kanzuki's view, as long as the net he had spread out gradually tightened, Sengoku would eventually be defeated by him.

Bang!

boom!

Bang!

boom!

soon.

The two faced off repeatedly on the court.

Mizuki was mostly testing the waters; he tried hitting the tennis ball to a spot that Sengoku wasn't good at, as indicated in the data. And the latter's reaction was exactly as he had predicted.

In less than a minute of back-and-forth, Guan Yue was basically certain that the data he had was correct.

Bang!

immediately.

Mizuki begins her attack.

With a backhand smash to Sengoku's backhand side, forcing him to retreat and receive the ball, Mizuki quickly pressed forward under the shocked gazes of the onlookers, catching up before the tennis ball hit the ground and gently slicing it out with his racket head lowered.

Pat-pat...

The tennis ball rolled past.

The second-year player, who was sitting on the high chair and acting as the referee, was stunned for a moment, then announced loudly: "15-0!"

""

"That short ball... was so precise!"

'

"Hmm, it's clear that this Guan Yue isn't just bluffing; he actually has some real skills."

"Compared to that, I'm more interested in his tactics. First, he forces Sengoku to pull back with a deep shot, then he decisively pushes forward and hits a short shot."

Finally, Nan spoke with a serious tone, "The entire process was flawless. Even among the teams in major tournaments, very few possess this level of execution."

"Um."

Upon hearing this...

Dongfang, Xindumi, and others nodded in agreement.

The average player just thought Mizuki was extraordinary, but only the regular players could see the difference. His technique was skillful, his moves were accurate and fast, and he had a wealth of experience; he didn't seem like an unknown player at all.

However, to their surprise, they had never heard of the name "Kanjuuzuki" in Tokyo or even the Kanto region.

"Could he really be a player from Kyushu or Kansai?"

Even Banta frowned and fell into deep thought.

Bang!

boom!

Bang!

boom!

on the field.

The two exchanged blows quickly.

With his serve giving him the first advantage, coupled with his data-driven tennis reasoning, he seemed to have a god-like perspective, able to clearly predict his opponent's next move, allowing him to maintain a firm upper hand.

However, Sengoku was no ordinary player. Several times, he hit beautiful shots, scoring two points from Mizuki.

But in the end.

The latter still won the game, taking a 1-0 lead.

"That's amazing!"

""

The ordinary team members, who were completely bewildered, all showed expressions of shock. In their eyes, this second-year student named Mizuki, who was able to win a game against Sengoku, was no ordinary character.

But what surprised them even more was the second game, Sengoku's serve.

Despite being at a disadvantage, Kanzuki was able to seize the initiative continuously through highly accurate predictions, thus putting Sengoku at a disadvantage.

Bang!

When Mizuki scored, someone couldn't help but widen their eyes: "Is this for real?! Sengoku actually lost a point on his serve?!"

'

They had never seen a match between Mizuki and Shibukawa.

Therefore, in the hearts of these Yamabuki members, Sengoku's strength is definitely on par with Shibukawa's, and he still maintains the undefeated myth within Yamabuki.

result.

However, Mizuki effortlessly shattered this myth. The resulting shock left many people deeply stunned.

What shocked them even more was that in the following match, Sengoku even lost his serve by a margin of 2 points.

Game!

'

"Moon Viewer, 2-0!"

'

"That's... a break below serve?"

'

Dongfang looked bewildered.

Shinto Miyabi stared at Mizuki as if she'd seen a ghost: "Just who is this guy?"

'

Only Nan noticed that something was wrong.

"In the match just now, many of the balls didn't seem that sharp, but Sengoku seemed to have some trouble dealing with them. Could it be that..."

'

Bang!

At this time.

The third game begins.

Mizuki quickly smashed the tennis ball.

Now, he not only leads in points, but also appears very composed in the overall game because he understands his opponent's information.

but.

Guan Yue did not become complacent.

He knew very well that his opponent hadn't used his full strength. Of course, Mizuki himself was the same; he also had ways to restrain himself from the information about Sengoku's abilities and special moves.

boom!

boom!

boom!

really.

In the third game, Sengoku started to exert his strength.

He hit three balls in a row, each one hitting Guan Yue with sharp angles and accuracy, striking both sides of her body.

Such precise ball control...

""

Guan Yue squinted.

It would be difficult for a typical Kanto-level player to maintain such a high level of ball control in such an intense match.

But the opponent is Sengoku.

Even if the opponent is not a national-level expert, it is still possible for them to do so.

Thinking of this.

Guan Yue raised her head, her gaze locking onto her opponent's dark brown eyes, and a certain special ability flashed through her mind.

Dynamic vision!

With this ability, Sengoku is able to hit many shots that seem incredible from an ordinary person's perspective.

However, Mizuki also conducted in-depth research on this ability. And, coincidentally, he had encountered a contestant with a similar ability while studying in France.

After deciding to join Yamabuki, Mizuki began to devise a plan to counter this ability.

After losing points in a row and being won a game by Sengoku, Mizuki finally managed to counter the move after personally experiencing her opponent's abilities.

"Hmm?"

'

at the same time.

The people present also sensed that the atmosphere was a bit strange.

Even though Sengoku had turned the tide, they had a very bad feeling.

boom!

The fourth game.

Sengoku serves.

He immediately unleashed the Tiger Cannon, ready to seize the initiative.

Bang!

however.

Despite having prior knowledge of this move, Mizuki easily countered Sengoku's heavy weapon to the astonishment of onlookers.

Then.

During their match, Mizuki suddenly used a surprising tactic, striking the ball with the edge of her racket and adding a certain amount of side spin, causing some unusual changes in the spin of the tennis ball.

However, these changes are imperceptible to ordinary people. Only Sengoku's eyes can see at least seven...

There are eight, and sometimes even more than ten overlapping.

"How are you feeling, Sengoku?"

Seeing the change in her opponent's expression, Mizuki revealed a playful smile: "Are you satisfied with the surprise I prepared for you?"

That's right.

This is the ultimate move that Mizuki prepared for Sengoku – the Afterimage Ball!

In the original story, during the tournament, after understanding Kikumaru's situation, he tailored a fighting style that included this counter to the opponent.

Compared to Kikumaru, Sengoku has stronger dynamic vision. As a result, he can capture a wider range of images with his dynamic vision, but this also puts a greater strain on his eyes.

As time went on, Sengoku indeed began to show signs of strain.

Mizuki then took the fourth game, leading her opponent 3-1.

"How is that possible?"

The Yamabuki group looked on incredulously.

"This guy named Mizuki... is quite something!"

At that moment, a figure appeared beside Banta. It was none other than Uesugi, who had been defeated by Shibukawa the day before and had been removed from his position as department head.

"Um."

Upon hearing this, Banta nodded and said, "There's something wrong with his playing style. If nothing unexpected happens, it's probably specifically targeting Sengoku's [Dynamic Vision]."

,

As a coach with extensive experience, Banta immediately saw through Mizuki's intentions. However, it must be said that the opponent played beautifully, without any fancy tricks, and his attacks were precise and targeted, like a cure for the disease.

"This puts Sengoku in danger."

Uesugi's expression was somewhat grave.

Sengoku's fighting style was figured out by his opponent, his special moves were broken, and his abilities were used against him, leaving him in a complete predicament.

Swish!

however.

Just then, Sengoku suddenly closed his eyes.

"oh?

""

Guan Yue raised an eyebrow and then smiled: "Using this method, you can indeed avoid my countermeasures against your eyesight. But the problem is, with your eyes closed, your own strength will be reduced by more than half, right?"

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however.

However, the situation developed in a way that did not meet his expectations.

Sengoku had his eyes closed, yet his movements were completely fluid. His actions even made Mizuki wonder if his opponent was feinting and hadn't actually closed his eyes.

But when he hit the afterimage ball, Sengoku was still unaffected.

Not only that.

The parts of Sengoku's weaknesses that were originally mentioned in his information were gradually overcome by his opponent. He even turned the tables and used those weaknesses to set several traps for Mizuki.

"This guy."

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In the blink of an eye, her opponent won two games in a row, and after the score was tied at 3-3, Mizuki could no longer maintain her original calm and composed demeanor.

Once again, things were out of his control.

First it was Shibukawa, and now it's a thousand koku!

That situation, which deviated from his script, made him very unhappy. He secretly raised his opinion of Sengoku's potential.

"wrong."

But soon, Mizuki overturned her own guess.

"This guy's talent is indeed quite good, but it's impossible for him to come up with these solutions in such a short time. Unless... he underwent special training beforehand!"

'

Thinking of this.

Guan Yue vaguely sensed that she seemed to be getting closer to the truth.

Swish!

immediately.

He turned his head and, under the puzzled gazes of those around him, stared intently at the black-haired boy outside the arena who, after making eye contact with him, revealed a meaningful smile.

"really."

Upon seeing the smile on the other person's face, Mizuki was completely certain of her guess.

"Damn it."

He clenched his fists tightly, his face extremely pale.

He, who was always good at writing scripts for others, has now fallen into someone else's script. And he is playing his role very dutifully.

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