My Prince of Tennis has a high proficiency level

"Ah, Jin."

In the alley, Yuki nervously grabbed Akutsu's arm, hiding half of her body behind him.

She was also frightened.

Once upon a time, as a fiery and rebellious young woman, she would never have been affected by such things. But the commotion just now was truly terrifying.

If she hadn't seen the tennis ball roll to her feet with her own eyes, she would have even suspected that someone had fired a shot.

The fact that the blond-haired man with the knife was killed in the blink of an eye and lay on the ground, his life hanging in the balance, made the atmosphere at the scene even more frightening.

"Wait, wait a minute."

At that moment, Yumi, who was standing next to Yuki, also seemed to have discovered something, and an incredulous look flashed in her beautiful eyes.

"Little...little letter?!"

Yumi spoke, her voice trembling.

Despite the dim lighting, the boy who walked out was a far cry from her son, whose long hair covered his eyes and who had little presence.

But the blood ties between mother and child made her instantly recognize that familiar feeling in the other person.

"Um."

Shibukawa nodded and greeted the group as he walked up to them.

"That's so Ashin!!"

Yuuki's eyes widened, and she exclaimed excitedly, "How come you've changed so much in just a few months? You're so handsome!!!"

Shechuan's mother is very beautiful.

His father was a famous handsome man in the area more than a decade ago; otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to abduct his mother and elope with her.

As the son of the two, Shechuan himself was also very handsome. However, before he transmigrated, he was timid and had low self-esteem, so he didn't want to be the center of attention.

Over time, he developed a long fringe that was incredibly detrimental to his looks. It covered most of his facial features, and coupled with his timid personality, even if Takuya Kimura came along, he wouldn't look like he was "handsome."

"Is it really you?"

A look of shock flashed across Akutsu's eyes.

He remembered clearly that just over two months ago, he had saved the other person in Yamabuki. At that time, although Shibukawa's image had changed somewhat, he still had that kind of unremarkable presence.

In the blink of an eye, the other person not only became even more handsome and dashing, but also exuded a sharper aura. Even Akutsu felt a sense of pressure emanating from him.

"so."

Akutsu's gaze sharpened, and he said in a deep voice, "Was that tennis ball you hit just now?"

No wonder he was so surprised.

The three tennis balls that arrived one after another not only blocked the blond-haired man's movements, but also, as if anticipated, accurately hit his hand, abdomen, and head.

Akutsu had never seen such precise ball control before.

Even the genius boy named "Bai Yu" that he killed back then couldn't have done this much.

Thinking of this, Akutsu's gaze towards Shibukawa became even more meaningful. However, being aloof by nature, he turned and left without looking back after Shibukawa nodded in response.

"Sorry, that's just Ah Ren's personality."

Yuki explained to her friend beside her, who laughed and said, "It's okay, I haven't had a chance to thank Ah-Ren for getting us out of that situation yet."

"Even if you thank him, that kid won't appreciate it."

Knowing her son's personality well, Yuki shook her head, then looked at the handsome boy beside her and smiled, "Shin, come visit Ah-Ren at my house sometime!"

"Okay, Aunt Yuki."

Shechuan smiled and nodded.

Just then, Akutsu's voice rang out from afar: "Hey, old woman, if you don't come over soon, I'm leaving."

"Ah Ren, wait for me!!!"

Yuki shouted exaggeratedly twice, winked at her friend next to her, and then chased after them.

As for the other party's safety, considering Shibukawa's previous behavior, she had no worries.

"Little, little letter."

After her friend left, Yumi spoke, her voice trembling slightly. Even now, she still couldn't quite believe that the boy in front of her was her son.

"It's nothing, people always change."

Shibukawa waved his hand, bent down to pick up the tennis ball, and at the same time, put away the fruit knife. Although he was not afraid of being attacked by his opponent, he still wanted to nip the danger in the bud as much as possible.

"you......"

"Don't rush, let's deal with this first."

Shibukawa stepped forward and lifted the unconscious blond-haired man up with one hand. Under Yumi's astonished gaze, he slapped him several times without hesitation.

The crisp sound of a slap echoed through the alley.

The intense pain jolted Huang Mao awake. The moment he opened his eyes, he met Shechuan's cold, indifferent gaze.

"Who...who are you?"

The blond-haired man was startled, and his voice became much shrill.

"Remember, never mess with this woman again."

Shibukawa pointed to Yumi beside him, and the blond-haired man's pupils contracted slightly as he recalled what had just happened. Just as he was about to speak, he saw the other man suddenly raise his foot and deliver a vicious knee strike to Shibukawa's abdomen.

"Ah!!!" Yoshikawa

The intense pain caused the blond-haired man to scream in agony.

Tears welled up in his eyes from the pain, and his gaze toward Shechuan suddenly turned one of awe.

"Got it?"

"I've got it... I've got it..."

"Speak louder, I can't hear you!"

"I'll remember! I'll remember! I, Yoshikawa Minoru, will remember! Please, let me go!!!"

Huang Mao Jichuan was afraid that the fierce god in front of him would strike him again, so he quickly shouted loudly.

"See that trash can over there?"

Shibukawa ignored him, loosened the other man's collar, patted the blond-haired Yoshikawa's face, and pointed to a trash can about 20 meters away.

"Look, I see it!"

Although Yoshikawa didn't know what the other person was going to do, he quickly raised his voice, thinking about the person's unpredictable personality.

call!

immediately.

Suddenly, the black-haired boy next to him tossed the tennis ball up. Before Yoshikawa could react, the boy jumped up and smashed the ball down with lightning speed.

A loud bang.

The tennis ball shot out like a cannonball.

Then, to the incredulous gaze of the blond-haired Yoshikawa, the tennis ball slammed into a distant trash can, denting it with a loud thud.

In the darkness, the sparks from the violent collision scattered everywhere, causing Yoshikawa to instinctively swallow.

"If there's a next time, this will be your fate!"

Shibukawa said coldly, then slung his tennis bag over his shoulder, took the hand of Yumi who was also looking dazed, and left.

Yellow-haired Yoshikawa stood there blankly for a long time until the men who had been knocked unconscious by Akutsu made a sound, which brought him back to his senses.

"Boss, what's wrong?"

The group rubbed the spots where Akutsu had hit them, wincing in pain.

Yoshikawa ignored them and ran towards the distant trash can as if possessed. Upon getting closer, he saw the dent on the top of the oval trash can and his heart skipped a beat.

Then.

He reached in, trying to get the tennis ball out, only to find that it seemed to be stuck to the trash can, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get it out.

Seeing the puzzled looks on his subordinates' faces, he took a deep breath and said solemnly, "From today onwards, this area is off-limits to us. Also, don't provoke that woman again."

He was quite certain that if he dared to cross the line, that cold-eyed guy would definitely attack without hesitation.

Even though he didn't know how the other party did it, he knew very well that it was a dangerous entity that he absolutely could not provoke.

...

Not long after.

Shibukawa and Yumi returned home.

After putting his tennis bag back in his room, Shibukawa went to the living room. Looking at his mother, who still seemed stunned, he said, "Aren't you going to ask me any questions?"

"There's no need for that."

Yumi snapped out of her daze. Although her eyes still shone with disbelief as she looked at Shibukawa, her expression calmed down.

"You have the blood of the Kimishima family flowing through your veins, and you are meant to be this way."

Kimijima family?

Shibukawa raised an eyebrow; this time, it was he who was shocked.

"If it were the old Xiaoxin, I definitely wouldn't have told anyone about this."

Looking at her son, who had undergone a complete transformation and whose demeanor and bearing had changed drastically, Yumi smiled and said, "But now, you are fully aware of your origins."

Shibukawa remained silent, simply gazing at the other woman. Yumi then slowly began to speak, recounting her past.

Before marrying Shibukawa's father, her surname was Kimishima, and she was the daughter of Kohei Kimishima, a tennis legend who was famous in the Japanese tennis world decades ago.

Kimishima's family has been active in the Japanese tennis world since the generation of his great-grandfather Shibukawa.

By his grandfather's generation, his skills had reached even greater heights, making him a household name in Japanese professional tennis. Unfortunately, his professional career was short-lived; after an injury, his physical condition declined significantly, and he soon chose to retire.

But Kohei Kimishima was not satisfied, so he poured his heart and soul into the next generation.

Shibukawa's mother, Kimishima Yumi, has average talent, while her brother, although talented, is not interested in becoming a professional player.

Conversely, his uncle, whom he had never met, preferred to study tactics. In the end, he didn't become a professional player, but instead became a very successful tennis coach.

Before Yumi Kimishima eloped with Shibukawa's father, he was already active in Europe.

"My father was furious when he learned that my brother hadn't chosen to play professionally but had become a coach. However..."

At this point, Yumi paused for a moment, then continued, "Before my brother went to Europe, he and my sister-in-law had a son, who is your cousin, Yuto."

Yu Dou?

Kimishima Ikuto?!

Even with Shibukawa's current mindset, he was still taken aback. He hadn't expected that he was actually the cousin of Kimishima Ikuto, who was ranked #7 in the original manga.

really.

Yumi continued, "Ikuto has great talent. Although his father was very angry, he quickly focused his energy on Ikuto's tennis training."

"only."

"I left later, and more than ten years have passed since then. I still don't know how that child's tennis is doing."

She sighed at the end.

Deep down, Yumi didn't regret marrying Shibukawa's father. But ultimately, she still wanted to go back and see her aging parents.

Unfortunately, she no longer has the face to appear before them.

If it weren't for Shibukawa's impressive tennis skills, she wouldn't have brought up this matter that had been buried in her heart for 13 years.

"Little letter."

Taking a deep breath, Yumi raised her head, looked at the boy in front of her, and said seriously, "What are your thoughts on tennis?"

"Some things are still too far away for me right now."

Shibukawa shook his head and said, "I've only just started learning to play tennis, so we'll talk about the future later. But I'll do my best."

Yumi felt a pang of sadness upon hearing the first part of the sentence, but the next sentence brought her back to her senses.

Yes.

Her son's tennis skills are indeed just beginning. Professional tennis is a long way off.

Even if she were to return to her former home, she absolutely could not rely on her son. That would make her a terrible mother.

"it is good."

Thinking of this, Yumi nodded and smiled gently, "Go ahead and do what you're doing. Mom will fully support you."

"Thanks."

Shechuan nodded in response.

Just as he was about to get up and leave, Yumi's words rang out again: "If you encounter anything unpleasant at school, tell your mother when you get home. Don't keep everything bottled up inside."

"it is good."

Shechuan smiled and nodded at her before returning to her room.

Although their relationship was still somewhat strained, it was beginning to warm up. Yumi secretly resolved to spend more time paying attention to him outside of her daily work.

As Shechuan's mother, she didn't want to miss out on her son's growth any longer.

...

the other side.

Akutsu returned home and went to his room without saying a word. When he lay down on the bed, he didn't fall asleep immediately as usual.

At this moment, what flashed through his mind were those three tennis balls that Shibukawa had hit with bullet-like precision.

"So, that's what real tennis is like?"

Akutsu's heart remained unsettled for a long time.

He hadn't realized how superficial his understanding of tennis had been. What intrigued him even more was what had happened to Shibukawa that had transformed him from a timid and submissive figure into someone who now even seemed somewhat dangerous to him.

That night.

Akutsu thought about many things, and he fell asleep without realizing it. But in his mind, the image of those three precise and fierce tennis balls, as sharp as bullets, remained constant.

the next day.

Afternoon club activities.

Akutsu found himself near the tennis club by some strange twist of fate.

When he came to his senses and prepared to leave, a figure blocked his way. It was none other than the old man who always wore that annoying smile.

"How is Akutsu?"

Banta, hands behind his back, looked at the boy in front of him with a smile: "What's your decision? I think with your talent, you'll definitely forge an unprecedented path in tennis in the future."

He's making empty promises, trying to persuade the other party with a beautiful vision.

"Hey, old man."

Just as Banta was bracing himself for rejection and was about to use a final provocation, the pale, sickly-looking boy in front of him, unlike before, stared intently at him.

"What's wrong?"

Banda's heart skipped a beat at the other person's gaze.

It's only because he's over seventy that his composure is far beyond that of ordinary people; otherwise, he might have really lost his composure in front of the other party.

"I'd be happy to join the tennis club."

Looking at Banta, Akutsu said in a deep voice, "But I have one condition..."