My Prince of Tennis has a high proficiency level

Chapter 76 Visiting Yamabuki

competition is over.

Having lost a two-on-one fight, Sengoku and Mizuki felt embarrassed to linger any longer. Shibukawa, the last to leave, closed the locker room door, and after confirming there were no potential problems, also departed.

After the three left, the tennis club returned to normal.

Unbeknownst to anyone, a figure was quietly watching the direction of the tennis club from inside the second-floor office.

"I never imagined his strength had grown to such an extent!"

Bantian's eyes held a complex expression, which eventually turned to relief.

Shibukawa wasn't originally in his plans. But his appearance undoubtedly gave Yamabuki endless possibilities. Especially considering his growth rate, which was in no way inferior to Akutsu's.

"Working behind closed doors will never work."

Bantian thought for a moment, and realized that the only way he could help the team now was to swallow his pride and contact coaches from other teams to give the players more real-world experience.

the other side.

After leaving Yamabuki, Sengoku went straight to the boxing gym. This was already second nature to him.

"Bang bang"

"Bang bang"

Inside the punching bag area, Sengoku unleashed a series of jabs, producing dull thuds. Furthermore, as time passed, his punches became increasingly faster, yet Sengoku remained completely unaware.

At this moment, he couldn't help but recall the lightning-fast, arc-like shot that his opponent had hit during the match that afternoon.

fast.

quasi.

ruthless.

Sengoku, who possessed dynamic vision, clearly saw Shibukawa's movements. He knew that it wasn't a boxing style, but rather a slashing motion reminiscent of swordsmanship.

In a daze.

The image of Shibukawa that flashed through his mind had transformed into one of him wearing a loose robe and wielding a sharp katana. That ball struck the tennis ball as if it were a blade slicing through it.

In an instant, an indescribable and terrifying power erupted!

"While it's not boxing, it's not without its merits."

Sengoku kept throwing punches, and after nearly dozens of blows, his right fist, bearing the recoil from the sandbag, began to ache slightly.

But Sengoku gradually entered a peculiar state.

Swish!

Suddenly.

He swung his fist backward, gathering all his strength, which finally converged in his right fist. With a burst of power, his glove-clad right hand slammed heavily down onto the sandbag in front of him.

boom!

An extremely dull sound exploded.

The boxing gym members around instinctively looked over. When they saw the visibly dented sandbag, their pupils instinctively contracted.

"hiss!"

Someone gasped.

"This kind of power... even advanced students might not be able to unleash it, right?"

In an instant, everyone's gaze towards Sengoku changed. There was awe and surprise, but also curiosity and admiration for the power of his punches.

Sengoku looked around but didn't see Shibukawa, and a look of disappointment appeared in his eyes.

Then.

He turned and went into the locker room.

After confirming that no one was inside, his face instantly contorted with pain in his right hand. He grimaced and carefully removed his boxing glove, his lips twitching as he saw the slightly swollen knuckles of his right fist.

"They went too far."

He was completely lost in his memories and threw a punch without restraint. As a result, although he showed off in front of everyone, he also suffered a minor injury to his right hand.

"However, it wasn't entirely fruitless."

Perhaps because of the intense pain, Sengoku's understanding of the brutal right punch he had just received had become even more profound.

Although he didn't test it in a real match with a tennis ball, he knew that if that punch were converted into a smash in a real match, it would definitely be his strongest move besides the smash.

"Let me think... Hmm, let's call it 'Tiger Claw Break'!"

After naming it, Sengoku suddenly felt that his right hand wasn't hurting as much. If conditions allowed, he even wanted to have a real match to test his skills.

It was at this moment that Shibukawa arrived at the boxing gym, completed his daily practice, and then left for the kendo dojo.

After finishing his kendo practice, he returned home, ate dinner, and then trained for another hour at night. He didn't go to sleep until he picked up Yumi and brought her home.

The excitement of obtaining the proficiency panel at the beginning is long gone in Shibuchi now. Furthermore, as skill levels increase, the experience points required for leveling up also increase significantly.

For Shechuan, the next long period of time will be a slow and arduous one.

Of course, he could learn new skills, since the experience required for the first five levels isn't much. But ultimately, that's just his last resort.

After all, his energy is limited.

Practicing each skill takes up his time. Now, even excluding skills closely related to tennis such as smashes, serves, and slices, he also has five other skills: running, push-ups, sit-ups, boxing, and kendo.

This doesn't even include the swing and quick steps.

If new skills are added, unless Shibukawa can create clones, he really won't be able to handle it.

Moreover, his focus remains entirely on tennis. Improving his tennis skills is a higher priority, and even though his level hasn't increased, as long as his experience points increase, Shibukawa can still feel himself getting stronger little by little.

He was also very curious about what effects the skill would bring when it reached its maximum level.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

A residential area in Tokyo.

In the courtyard with the nameplate "Fuji" hanging at the entrance, a brown-haired boy wearing light gray clothes is hitting a ball against the wall.

"not enough!"

"not enough!"

"Still not fast enough!"

The brown-haired boy kept increasing the speed of his swing, but he was still not satisfied.

"My current strength might be able to suppress Muromachi to some extent, but it's still not enough to defeat him 100%."

The boy, Fuji Yuuta, a first-year student in Yamabuki, had a very clear goal. He could clearly feel his strength improving during this period.

But that's compared to how he used to be.

Compared to the other members of the Yamabuki team, Yuta's progress is not obvious. Muromachi usually seems carefree, but because he idolizes Akutsu, he constantly imitates Akutsu's playing style during training.

Although Muromachi's imitation was somewhat awkward due to his limited personal talent, his goal was set high enough that even if he didn't learn even a tenth of Akutsu's ferocity, he was still able to sweep aside all the other first-year students on the team except for Yuta and Kita.

In Yuta's view, if he couldn't even completely suppress Muromachi, then there was no way he could suppress the other second-year regulars.

In the current Yamabuki community, everyone is striving to climb higher, and even a moment's distraction could lead to being overtaken by someone else.

"Yuta! Dinner's ready!"

Just then, her mother's voice rang out from inside the house.

"Okay, coming right away!"

Yuta quickly agreed, then his gaze sharpened as he watched the tennis ball fly towards him, and he gripped his racket with his left hand and chopped it upwards.

boom!

A loud bang.

The tennis ball shuddered violently from the heavy blow, and then, to Yuta's astonishment, it split into two afterimages, crashing into the wall with a thud.

That is...

'

Yuta was stunned.

He had been trying to finish his practice quickly because his mother was calling him to eat, so he instinctively swung his racket. He never expected it to produce such a unique effect.

"Is it an illusion?"

"It doesn't seem so... Uh, never mind, I'll ask the club president and Mizuki-senpai at school tomorrow."

Yuta scratched his head, not thinking much of it, picked up the tennis ball, and turned to walk into the room.

"That ball from just now..."

'

Just after Yuta left, a figure emerged from the corner. It was none other than Yuta's older brother, Fuji Syusuke, a regular member of the Seishun Academy tennis team.

In fact, Fuji had been standing in this spot for quite some time. However, Yuuta was so engrossed in his training that he didn't notice his presence.

at this time.

Fuji walked to the spot where Yuta had been training, the change in the smash he had just made flashing through his mind. His narrowed eyes opened slightly, a glint of light in them.

As the second strongest member of Seigaku after Tei, Fuji's strength is undeniable. He is hailed as a "Seigaku genius."

Despite his nickname, his vision is far superior to that of ordinary people.

Although it may only be a prototype, Fuji is not sure if his younger brother has unintentionally developed some kind of amazing ball skill.

"Yamabuki...

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Thinking about the changes in Yuta during this time, Fuji became even more curious about the current Yamabuki Tennis Club. Some time ago, he was delayed because of the Seigaku internal selection tournament. Later, seeing that Yuta's life was back on track and his training was going well, he gave up the idea of ​​visiting Yamabuki.

But now, he suddenly felt a strong curiosity about the team that had been defeated by Seigaku in the tournament this year.

Given his personality, he would never normally visit other teams. But since it concerns his younger brother, he, as the older brother, had no choice but to make an exception.

The next day.

weekend.

Fujiya.

Before eight o'clock, Yuta packed his things and excitedly headed towards Yamabuki.

"This child is already in junior high school, and he's still so impatient."

The mother walked to the entrance, straightened the shoes the boy had kicked off in his haste to leave, looked up in the direction he had gone, and couldn't help but sigh.

"It must be something urgent."

At that moment, Fuji, wearing a light blue jacket, walked over with a tennis bag slung over his side, clearly also preparing to play tennis.

"Moreover, I feel that Yuta has become much more composed and methodical in his work recently."

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Fuji smiled as he changed his shoes, then bent down and patiently placed them in the shoe cabinet.

"Uh...maybe a little bit?"

The mother was not quite sure. In her eyes, Yuta, who was only 12 years old, was still just a child and had nothing to do with maturity.

but.

When her gaze fell on Fuji in front of her, a satisfied smile appeared on her face: "If he had half the composure of your older brother, I would be at ease."

Although the two brothers are only one year apart, in their mother's eyes, Yuta is still a child who never grows up, while Fuji has become a down-to-earth and calm person.

"I'm leaving."

Hearing his mother's nagging, Fuji smiled but didn't say anything. He greeted her and walked outside, but instead of heading towards Seigaku, he went in the direction Yuuta had left in.

the other side.

Near Shechuan Family Apartment.

Yumi didn't go to the bakery today; instead, she met up with her best friend, Yuki. The two had discussed going to Yamabuki a few days ago.

Yumi also wanted to know what Shibukawa's school life was like, especially his training in the tennis club.

Yuki's thinking was simpler. Although the teacher praised Akutsu's performance over the phone, she didn't believe everything she heard.

seeing is believing.

She wanted to personally confirm whether the news that Akutsu had joined the tennis club and "turned over a new leaf" and was practicing was true.

soon.

The two arrived at an intersection near Yamabuki.

They walked and chatted, from their children's studies to tennis. They also talked about the changes in Shibukawa and Akutsu, feeling not only gratified but also filled with curiosity.

Having never witnessed it firsthand, the two found it hard to believe that so many changes had occurred in Shibukawa and Akutsu in such a short time.

"Yumi-nee, look, that's the junior high school section of Yamabuki!"

As she crossed the intersection and saw the school building not far away, Yuki raised her right hand. Her left hand consequently lowered slightly, causing the bag she had been holding to her arm to slip down.

"Um..

""

Yumi was about to answer.

A figure darted over with lightning speed and snatched the bag from Yuki's hand before the two could react.

"We succeeded!"

A thin man wearing a black hoodie and a red beanie pedaled hard on his skateboard, a smug smile on his lips.

In the blink of an eye, he had glided more than ten meters away on his skateboard. Only then did Yuki belatedly realize what was happening and let out a scream.

"Hmph!!"

After successfully robbing her, the robber simply chuckled coldly: "What a stupid woman. I chose to do it when there were no people around the school on the weekend."

He's a repeat offender and had scouted the area before committing the crime. Usually, nobody passes by the Yamabuki gate at this time.

"Damn robber!"

Just then, a young man's angry shout rang out.

Then, with a loud "thud," a pale yellow tennis ball flew rapidly towards him, startling the skateboarder. Fortunately, his aim wasn't great, and he dodged it with a quick turn of his head.

"hateful!"

The young voice rang out again.

Yumi and Yuki looked in the direction of the sound and saw a dark-skinned boy wearing white-rimmed sunglasses tossing a tennis ball.

"Let's see how you hide this time!"

The boy, Muromachi, vigorously hit the tennis ball at the skateboarder.

pity.

In the blink of an eye, the opponent slid several meters away again, and Muromachi's tennis attack missed once more.

"Damn it! The moving target challenge is still too difficult!"

Muromachi's face was grim.

He's been focusing on Akutsu's aggressive offense lately, barely spending time on ball control drills. He's barely managing spot-up shooting, but these moving targets are much more difficult and simply beyond his capabilities.

"Tch, I thought it was someone important, but it's just a brat who hasn't even grown his first hair yet."

The skateboarder turned around and gave Muromachi a disdainful look.

Bang!

Just then, a sound of wind breaking rang out.

"Again?"

Hearing the direction from which the tennis ball came, the skateboarder was startled. But when he looked up and saw the tennis ball fly over his head, completely missing, a mocking smile immediately appeared on his lips.

Bang!

But to his surprise, the tennis ball that flew over his head hit the wall and bounced back, hitting him in the face with a smack.

Because the scooter was going too fast, and the tennis ball came too suddenly, the skateboarder's body tilted and he almost fell to the ground.

"Luckily, I'm skilled, otherwise..."

But before he could celebrate for long, another tennis ball flew over. This time it hit his knee directly, and with a thud, the skateboarder completely lost his balance and fell to the ground due to the excessive inertia.

Before he could react, Muromachi rushed forward, grabbed his hand, and pinned him to the ground.

"Behave yourself!"

Muromachi said coldly.

He has been training very hard lately, and his muscles have basically taken shape. Although his strength is not as good as Shibukawa or Sengoku, it is more than enough to deal with a skinny skateboarder.

In fact, the other person was still a little dizzy from the hard fall, let alone being able to resist.

soon.

Yumi and Yuki ran over. The latter breathed a sigh of relief after getting her bag back, while the former took out her phone and called the police.

"By the way, who was that person just now...?"

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After calling the police, Yumi finally realized what was happening. Yuki and Muromachi also looked around, but only saw a light blue figure walking into Yamabuki.

"Who exactly is that guy?"

Muromachi frowned.

He knew all too well the difficulty of the moving target. Not only did the opponent hit the skateboarder precisely, but they also used the wall's rebound to increase the difficulty to a whole new level.

In his memory, there were no more than four people in Yamabuki who possessed this skill.

Shibukawa, Sengoku, Mizuki, and former Minister Uesugi.

Although he hadn't seen the other person's face clearly, he was certain that it wasn't any of the four people.

"Could it be... someone from outside the school?"