My Prince of Tennis has a high proficiency level

Chapter 59 Five-Dimensional Breakthrough, The Event in the Alley

A thought crossed my mind.

Shechuan opened his data panel.

[Letter from Sichuan]

[13 years old]

[Second-year student at Yamabuki Junior High School, captain of the tennis club]

[Five Dimensions: Speed ​​1.8, Strength 2.2, Stamina 2.4, Technique 4.1, Mental Strength 3.2, Total 13.7]

【技能：挥拍lv7（27850/50000），跑步lv6（8945/10000），伏地挺身lv6

（4326/10000），仰卧起坐lv6（3786/10000），扣杀lv5（1275/3000），发球lv5

（678/3000），短球lv5（732/3000），削球lv5（842/3000），挑高球lv5

(664/3000)

[Skills: Tiger Roar (smash), Mountain Crash, Shadow Smash, Afterimage Shot (drive)]

[Abilities: Extreme Speed ​​Draw Lv2, Cardiopulmonary Enhancement Lv1, Upper Limb Enhancement Lv1, Core Enhancement Lv1, Weakness Correction Lv1]

[Tennis Dimension: None available]

Only 20 days have passed since the last match against the Tei family. Yet, Shibukawa's strength has undergone a complete transformation.

In terms of the five dimensions of stats, he would rank highly even within the original storyline's timeline. If you take into account his various abilities, he could even hold his own against an average national-level athlete.

His tennis skills undoubtedly saw the biggest improvement.

Besides increasing power with smashes, other skills like slices and short shots directly improve his technique after upgrading.

Currently, judging solely from his technical skills, he is undoubtedly at a national level. And based on the current situation, not counting basic growth, even if all his other abilities were to reach their maximum level, his technical skills would still see an improvement of at least 1.6.

Adding them all up, that's close to 6 points. Back in the U17 era, this level of skill would have been more than enough to make a team.

After finishing training, Shibukawa put away his racket, returned his belongings to his tennis bag, closed the locker room door, and left.

Training should be balanced with both intensity and rest.

For him, today's gains were enough, and there was still night training tonight. Now, because of his improved physical fitness, he has started to add night training programs in addition to night runs.

Although the intensity is not as high as during the day, the accumulated experience is still considerable.

Moreover, his skill levels in all ball-related areas are now approaching Iv6. Based on past experience, these skills reaching level 6 will bring new abilities and characteristics.

At that time, Shechuan's strength will once again see a significant breakthrough.

evening.

Shechuan returned home.

He has been in this world for almost three months now, and the situation at home has hardly changed. Moreover, because he and his mother, Yumi, hardly ever talk, and their lives are on different timelines, they have hardly ever seen each other.

Therefore, Shibukawa's mother, Yumi, didn't even notice when he got his hair cut last time.

He didn't bother to explain. Their relationship was already a bit strained, and with him suddenly transmigrating, it was better to avoid trouble.

Once he gets used to life here, he'll take the initiative to explain the matter. Having absorbed the original owner's memories, although his soul is still primarily from before he transmigrated, his recollection of living with his mother in this world for 13 years doesn't seem fake.

He naturally came to regard her as his mother.

Therefore, when deciding to pursue a professional tennis career, Shibukawa considered not only his own future, but also wanted to use his abilities to give a bright future to the woman who had devoted her youth and sweat to him for the world.

The actions taken in Sichuan were highly efficient.

After dinner, he picked up his tennis bag and jogged to a nearby open area.

For him now, unless his opponent is a player of Sengoku's caliber, even if he plays the entire match, he won't improve much.

After all, a careless swing will have its proficiency level ignored and won't count towards experience. But if he puts his full power into it, his opponent won't even be able to return a single ball.

This kind of one-sided match, no matter how many cannon fodder players there are, won't help hone his skills. He's not Atobe; the team has plenty of players to use as expendable resources.

Moreover, a true master should possess the demeanor and awareness of a master. If you're constantly playing against weaker opponents, you're likely to be completely outmatched when facing a skilled player.

In contrast, he gained more from practicing alone. Moreover, he didn't like being disturbed by others.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

A deserted corner.

Under the streetlights, Shibukawa repeatedly hit tennis balls against the thick concrete wall. His initial speed wasn't fast, but as the number of hits increased, the speed and power of his swings steadily improved.

For Shechuan, this kind of training has two benefits.

Firstly, it allows the body to adapt gradually, completing the warm-up process and preventing muscle cramps.

Secondly, he wanted to hone his endurance and willpower.

As time goes on, the energy expenditure from continuous hitting becomes more and more apparent, and the body bears an increasing burden with each swing.

When pain intensifies to a certain level, it generates negative emotions. What Shibukawa needs to do is constantly fight against these inner voices.

This process will continuously temper his will.

Each extended shot was equivalent to breaking one's own limit. Although the process was painful, Shibukawa could feel his body rapidly improving under these conditions.

This is the panel showing his proficiency level.

For the average person, the inability to quantify the number of training sessions into an increase in experience would make the process even more unbearable.

Pain and boredom will only be amplified, giving rise to even stronger negative emotions.

call!

Suddenly.

Shibukawa, who once again broke his own limit on the number of hits, swung his racket like a drawn bow, the bowstring full as the moon. His spirit and energy became even more refined after breaking through his limits once again.

Swish!

Seeing this clearly, Shibukawa swung his racket without hesitation. With a bang, the tennis ball was sent flying.

boom!

next moment.

The thick cement wall suddenly shook.

The tennis ball, a powerful strike from Shibukawa, had actually caused the wall to cave in slightly. Fine, spiderweb-like cracks visibly spread outwards.

*Sizzle*...

The tennis ball spun rapidly, as if anchored there, never falling.

"call.

""

Under the streetlights, Shechuan exhaled a deep breath of stale air.

Although the proficiency panel did not provide any feedback, he could clearly feel that he had gained a deeper understanding of the [Mountain Collapse] smash technique.

At this moment, the wall in front of him was covered with a dense array of ball marks. Some were deep, some were shallow, and some even resembled the shallow pits left by the "Mountain Collapse" shot.

If the Yamabuki members saw this, it would surely startle everyone. Who would have thought that their club president, who was obsessed with training, had actually built another training wall outside, in addition to the Yamabuki members?

Shechuan, however, was already used to it.

After training, he picked up his tennis bag, turned around, and walked into the alley.

"Um?

""

However, just as he turned the corner, he saw several delinquent teenagers with dyed yellow hair and earrings squatting in the shadows next to a streetlamp, smoking.

If it weren't for his sharp eyesight and the occasional flashing red dot, he probably wouldn't have noticed these guys.

Judging from the spots they chose, they probably weren't just there to smoke. However, for Shibukawa, whose physical abilities were now more than twice that of an average 15-year-old, these lowly individuals were simply beneath his notice.

only.

As he approached, he overheard a few people talking in hushed tones.

"Yoshikawa, are you sure those two women are something you can get your hands on?"

"Don't worry, I've inquired. The woman who runs the bakery was married a long time ago. She gets off work around this time every day."

"But I remember she didn't go home alone at night."

"You mean that coffee shop waitress named Yuki? Hey, that woman doesn't have a husband and isn't very bold. If we act tough later, they'll definitely hand over their money obediently."

,woman?

A bakery?

No men?

Hearing the group's discussion, Shibukawa's eyes flashed with a sharp glint. Clearly, the target of these delinquents' ambush was his mother, Yumi.

"Unexpectedly, she was targeted by these guys."

""

Shechuan's expression was rather grim.

He'd been so focused on training and improving his skills lately that he hadn't thought about this at all. If he hadn't started training extra hard recently, he probably wouldn't have discovered these guys' plans.

Thinking of this.

He put down his tennis bag and took out his racket and all five tennis balls.

He couldn't yet kill a ferocious wild boar with a wooden stick and stones like Echizen Nanjiro in the original story. But with his tennis racket, dealing with these three or five delinquents in front of him was a piece of cake.

Not long after.

Two mature and beautiful women walked towards this side.

One of them was Yumi, and the other woman with short brown hair was Akutsu's mother, whom Shibukawa recognized at a glance.

"stop!"

The two were chatting and laughing when, just as they reached the corner, four or five teenagers with dyed blond hair and cigarettes in their mouths suddenly came out.

The leader held a sharp fruit knife, while the others beside him menacingly shouted, "Hand over your valuables!"

robbery?

Yumi and Yuki were startled.

Seeing that the other side outnumbered them and that the place was remote and rarely frequented, Yumi probably knew that calling for help would be useless. After thinking for a moment, she put down her bag.

"That's right."

The blond-haired leader gave a cold laugh.

They were only after money and didn't want to cause any trouble.

only.

Just as the man next to him was about to reach for the bag, a whooshing sound suddenly came. With a thud, a fist that flashed by quickly knocked the man to the ground.

"Who is it..."

'

Before the remaining people could react, the figure struck again, taking down two more people with lightning speed. The speed and ferocity of the punches left Yumi and Yuki speechless.

"A...Akuzu?"

At this time.

They then realized that the person who had suddenly appeared to save them was none other than Yuki's son, Akutsu Jin.

Damn it!

'

After seeing his underlings being quickly dealt with, the leader, a blond-haired man, became emboldened and, with a vicious look on his face, raised a fruit knife, about to stab Akutsu in the back.

"Danger!"

The two women gasped in surprise.

A cold glint flashed in Akutsu's eyes.

This guy in front of him was even more ruthless than he had imagined; he wasn't your average thug. Although he wasn't afraid of these guys, the other man was carrying a sharp weapon, and it wouldn't be good if he accidentally hurt the two people next to him.

Whoosh whoosh! ! !

But just as Akutsu was pondering how to distract the other party without affecting the two women, a loud whooshing sound suddenly echoed through the dark alleyway.

boom!

Suddenly.

A tennis ball hit the blond-haired man's right hand, which was holding a knife. He screamed in pain and dropped the knife.

boom!

Immediately afterwards, the second ball arrived, hitting the opponent directly in the abdomen. The intense feeling of suffocation almost brought tears to the blond-haired man's eyes.

boom!

next moment.

The third ball has arrived.

It hit the blond-haired man directly on the head, and the latter immediately rolled his eyes back and collapsed to the ground with a thud, unconscious.

"This is... tennis?!"

Upon seeing this, a look of surprise flashed in Akutsu's eyes.

He never expected that something he usually looked down upon could have such a vicious effect.

Swish!

Then, as if he had just thought of something, he suddenly looked up and gazed into the depths of the alley.

A tall, upright figure slowly emerged from that place.

"You are... wait!"

""

Upon seeing the other person's face clearly, Akutsu's pupils contracted slightly, and she instinctively exclaimed, "It's you?!"

,,