My Prince of Tennis has a high proficiency level

"How is that possible!"

Watching the Hyotei members' departing figures, the Yamabuki members still wore expressions of utter disbelief.

"Are you... just kidding?"

One of the third-year regulars, his forehead covered in cold sweat, swallowed hard and said, "He even took down Uesugi in a second... how could he have only used less than 60% of his strength!"

"Hmm...it's not impossible."

However, Uesugi, exhausted after losing the match, wore a complex expression: "The gap between the national level and the Kanto level is bigger than I imagined. And Atobe... is probably not your average national level player."

"But...but..."

Nitobe Inakichi, with his mushroom-shaped haircut, opened his mouth, forcing a helpless, bitter smile: "He's only a second-year student!"

Upon hearing this...

The Yamabuki regulars were energized.

Dongfang, also a second-year regular, looked bitter, while the other third-year team members shook their heads in unison.

They also felt immense pressure, but the national tournament was over for this year. No matter how strong Atobe was, it was no longer relevant to them.

Seeing the expressions on their faces, Uesugi immediately realized that these third-year students had already given up.

As for Nitobe and Touhou...

Obviously.

With their talent and strength, neither of them could possibly lead Yamabuki and Hyotei to a standstill. Not only them, but even the current vice-captain, Kentaro Minami, couldn't do it.

Thinking of this, a face involuntarily appeared in Uesugi's mind: "In the entire Yamabuki region, probably only that person could possibly rival Atobe."

"Hey? Everyone's here!"

At this time.

A handsome young man with orange hair appeared not far from them, looking over with a surprised expression.

"Sengoku, where have you been?"

Shindo, Touhou, and others all frowned.

At this moment, the group's gazes unconsciously turned to a long-haired girl dressed in a high school uniform not far from Sengoku, and they all looked at the orange-haired boy, Sengoku Kiyosumi, the most talented member of the Yamabuki regulars, with strange eyes.

"Hehehe..."

The latter scratched his head sheepishly.

"Sengoku."

Suddenly, Uesugi, who had been silent until now, spoke. He looked over with a serious expression, his gaze fixed on Sengoku: "Come with me, I have something to tell you."

"this......"

Watching the other person's departing figure, and seeing the somewhat complicated expressions on the faces of the others, he felt a slight stirring in his heart, and his gaze immediately became serious.

Immediately, Sengoku chased after Uesugi. He had a premonition that something terrible had just happened there.

...

Tokyo.

Yamabuki Tennis Club.

While Uesugi and Atobe were facing off, Shibukawa mingled among the team members, carrying out his own daily training.

Now, he is thoroughly familiar with the essential techniques of racket swing training. Even with his eyes closed, he can perform the most standard movements.

Because of his own weakness, Shibukawa had an extremely strong desire to become stronger. Therefore, apart from necessary rest time, he tried to become stronger almost every minute of every day.

With this in mind, he devoted himself even more to training, striving to make every swing of the racket perfectly accurate, without the slightest deviation.

Swish!

In the process of repeatedly performing the mechanical movements, just before swinging the racket one time, Shibukawa suddenly had a flash of inspiration. He then followed this sudden burst of inspiration and completed the swing.

[Complete an excellent swing]

[Swing Experience +2]

[Current racket swing level 4 (643/1000)]

Ok?

Upon seeing the notification that appeared before him, Shibukawa was visibly taken aback.

"Excellent swing?"

"My swing experience has doubled this time?!"

If the notification hadn't still been displayed, Shibukawa would have even doubted whether he was seeing things. But then, he felt a surge of excitement.

"This means that the higher the completion rate of training, the faster the experience is gained!"

"If I can complete an excellent swing every time, I can shorten the skill upgrade time by half, which originally took 3 days."

This unexpected discovery was a treasure trove for Shechuan.

Although the experience required to level up the racket swing skill at this stage isn't much, it's clear that the experience required becomes increasingly daunting as the level increases.

A higher level of completion means he can improve his skills more quickly.

"This is why the proficiency panel is so important."

Shibukawa increasingly realized just how important this proficiency panel, which only he could see, was. If it weren't for that string of numbers, he probably would have doubted whether he was imagining things.

They wouldn't even take that brilliant swing to heart.

Now that he can see his own progress, he can focus more intently on finding that fleeting feeling from just now.

Although he can't fully master it in a short time, as long as he finds the right direction, he will always succeed. This alone will save him a lot of time.

immediately.

Shechuan threw himself back into training.

To regain his previous feeling, he slowed down his swing again. At first, he had no clue what to do, but as he focused on the swing, that wonderful feeling resurfaced.

Swish!

Swish!

Swish!

...

at last.

During his thirty-fourth swing, a new prompt appeared before Shibukawa's eyes.

[Complete an excellent swing]

[Swing Experience +2]

[Current racket swing level 4 (678/1000)]

"call!"

Shibukawa exhaled a deep breath, feeling the soreness in his arm from the continuous swinging of the racket, but his gaze became even sharper.

This high-intensity, focused training, while consuming more of his physical and mental energy, brought him great satisfaction from the experience and improved skills he gained.

He even became somewhat addicted to this feeling.

...

"As expected, Rikkai University won the championship again this year."

In the office of the Yamabuki Tennis Club, an elderly man with a round face and a full head of silver hair received a phone call from a team member in Kumamoto and couldn't help but feel emotional.

"With its core strengths remaining unchanged, Rikkai will only become stronger next year."

The old man, Banta, the coach of the Yamabuki tennis team, thought to himself, "Not only Rikkai, but also teams like Hyotei, Shishiraku, and Shitenhoji will be stronger next year than this year!"

In contrast, Yamabuki.

Although second-year students now make up half of the regular student body, they cannot compare to these schools in either quality or quantity.

In this situation, if Yamabuki doesn't do something, the difficulty of making it to the national tournament next year will only be lower than this year.

"It seems we need to bring in some fresh blood."

Thinking of this, Bantian couldn't help but picture a pale, sickly-looking face, yet extremely arrogant and haughty.

"If we can convince that person to join the tennis club, Yamabuki's strength will definitely improve dramatically next year. Even reaching the national level isn't impossible..."