My Prince of Tennis has a high proficiency level

Chapter 99 Newcomer Assessment, Guan Yue's Discovery

After a while.

Shechuan led the team to the registration area.

"A group of eight from Yamabuki Junior High School have arrived to register."

Shibukawa handed over the prepared documents, and the staff immediately perked up when they heard the name Yamabuki.

Just kidding, this team was the top seed in last year's regional qualifiers and even reached the Tokyo semifinals. If they accidentally messed up the information and delayed the match, the consequences for them would be severe.

"what?"

At this moment, an older staff member looked at Shechuan and the others with some surprise.

"Strange, this year's Yamabuki seems a bit different?"

If he remembered correctly, Yamabuki's original uniform was entirely green with orange-red stripes along the edges, making it look quite vibrant. It wasn't exactly ugly, but it wasn't exactly good-looking either.

Now, the eight members of the Yamabuki group's coats are predominantly dark green. The collars extending to the sleeves are accented with light white, making them look much more pleasing to the eye.

Also.

The young man with long black hair greeted them with a smile, but he exuded an imposing aura. Just one glance at him was enough to make the experienced staff member feel an indescribable sense of pressure.

Master!

And he's a top-tier expert!

However, what puzzled him was that the boy in front of him looked unfamiliar. If he remembered correctly, wasn't Sengoku the most famous second-year student in Yamabuki last year?

"He's there!"

The staff quickly located Sengoku.

However, the other party was standing in the third position. In front of Sengoku, besides the handsome young man with long black hair and an imposing presence, there was also a young man with gray-white hair standing on end and a fierce look in his eyes.

Thank you.

After completing the registration, the handsome young man led the team away.

"Hmm."

Watching the Yamabuki group leave, the staff member wiped the sweat from his brow: "This year's Yamabuki is quite different from last year's; there are many unfamiliar faces."

"You still don't know?"

"Know what?"

"That guy was the current captain of Yamabuki. Rumor has it that he suddenly became a nobody and then went on to challenge the former captain and sweep everyone in Yamabuki."

"Wow! Is it really that exaggerated?"

"That's right. Rumor has it that this person easily defeated Fuji from Seigaku. It's a pity that these two schools weren't in the same region for the qualifiers, otherwise we would have seen a revenge drama."

"What?! That rumored genius, Fuji Syusuke, who's supposedly reached the national level?!"

The staff on site were all taken aback.

They were volunteers drawn from various places, and many of them were unaware of Yamabuki's prowess. On the other hand, Fuji, because he had many challengers and accepted all comers, had already made a name for himself.

If Fuji loses, then this year's tournament might really change dramatically.

"What are you thinking about?"

Someone shook their head: "No matter how Seigaku and Yamabuki compete, it won't change the outcome of the tournament. The outcome of a competition is never determined by the strength of one or two players."

The person next to him nodded in agreement.

As volunteers at the tennis tournament, they knew very well that these matches were largely based on overall team strength. In comparison, Hyotei was not even in the same league as Seigaku or Yamabuki.

Many people even believe that Hyotei has just been unlucky these past two years. The Kanto region was suppressed by Rikkai, and even in the national tournament, they encountered Rikkai before the semifinals. So, despite being very strong, they have never even reached the semifinals.

Is that really the case?

But some people secretly shook their heads.

While top-tier combat power is certainly not the only variable determining the outcome of a match, it can often be the key factor in tipping the scales when both sides are evenly matched.

Some people are oblivious and haven't noticed the changes. But others have keenly sensed that this year's competition is likely to undergo dramatic changes.

"A total of 12 teams participated in the regional qualifiers."

Somewhere in the park, Banta, the team's coach, explained in detail to his players: "Based on last year's rankings, the top four teams can skip the first round and advance directly to the second round."

"Is that so?"

Yuta was stunned for a moment, and Muromachi was also somewhat bewildered.

The two didn't make the starting lineup, but after discussing it, Banta and Shibukawa decided to make an exception and let them participate in the preliminaries. After all, the opponents weren't very strong, and letting the newcomers play would be a better way to train them.

As a result, the already limited number of matches was cut by one.

"By the way, has anyone seen Mizuki-senpai?"

At this moment, Tan Taichi, wearing a green headscarf, looked up and around, then turned back to the crowd with curiosity and said.

"Who knows?"

Muromachi curled his lip. He'd never had a very good impression of Mizuki. Her sudden appearance meant one less spot on the already limited Yamabuki regular lineup.

Of course, Muromachi wasn't the type to be a sore loser. Before Shibukawa rose to prominence, the Yamabuki's rule was survival of the fittest and respect for strength.

Muromachi accepted his defeat. But Kanatsuki's tennis was just too painful. After each match, Muromachi felt like he had countless fleas crawling all over him, but under Shibukawa's pressure, he could only obediently bow his head.

"If I remember correctly, he's not participating in this regional qualifier, is he?"

Nan stroked his chin and said.

"Isn't he a data-driven player?"

Dongfang frowned and said, "Even if you don't participate in the competition, shouldn't you still collect data on your opponents?"

Upon hearing this, Muromachi, with his straightforward personality, spoke up: "What's so great about collecting trash? Should we even be sorting it?"

"That's right, there's no point in collecting match data for Mizuki at this level of competition."

At this moment, Shibukawa spoke up: "So, he entrusted this matter to Taiichi. It can also be considered a small test after a month."

take an exam?

Upon hearing this, everyone looked at the altar with curiosity.

If they remembered correctly, the other person had indeed been following Guan Yue around for the past month. Besides helping with odd jobs, they had also been collecting data on the team members' matches.

It seems that not only Yuta and Muromachi need to train, but even Tan Taichi, a first-year student, has been placed in a training position.

Thinking of this, Nan, Dongfang, and the others looked at Shechuan with even more admiration.

Especially Kentaro Minami, although he didn't rule out Shibukawa becoming the minister, he had once considered the possibility of getting that position. Deep down, he must have had some thoughts about it.

But now it turns out that the opponent is not only stronger, but also far superior in terms of team development planning and arrangements.

There was no forced growth, only a gradual and subtle progress. Although this year's competition is not over yet, they are already certain that next season, the successors led by Yuta, Muromachi, and Dan will definitely be able to take over the Yamabuki legacy left by Shibukawa.

"But I just saw Mizuki."

Niito, still puzzled, asked, "Since he's here but isn't joining us, is he on some secret mission?"

He just said it casually, trying to ease the tension.

But upon hearing this, the others around him couldn't help but brighten up. Dongfang nodded and said, "This tennis park is very large. We've been assigned to Zone 4. There are a total of 6 zones here. If I remember correctly, this is also the venue for this year's Seigaku tournament."

Qing Xue?

Upon hearing this, everyone's expressions changed slightly.

As the opponent who defeated Yamabuki in a comeback match in last year's Tokyo Metropolitan Tournament, many people in Yamabuki consider him their arch-rival.

Nan nodded and said, "If it's Seigaku, it certainly fits his style."

"Alright, everyone, perk up!"

Shechuan gave a light shout, and everyone perked up.

soon.

The first round of matches is over.

The entire Yamabuki team immediately moved to the match venue. The second round of the competition began, and according to the rules, each participating team had to play a full match in the first round.

In other words, even if Yamabuki wins all three of their matches and secures their qualification, they still have to play in Singles 2 and Singles 1.

As a result, when the second round of the competition began, a considerable number of spectators gathered outside the stadium where the Yamabuki match was being held.

As the No. 1 seed in the regional qualifiers and a semi-finalist in last year's tournament, Yamabuki receives a lot of attention. There are always people trying to gather information by collecting data and analyzing weaknesses.

As a result, Yamabuki completely stunned all the other team players who came to watch the first three games.

Bang!

"The match is over."

"Yamabuki Muromachi wins ten times, the score is 6-0!"

The referee spoke from his high chair. The atmosphere in the room suddenly fell silent.

"Wow, that's strong!"

Someone said in a trembling voice.

Upon hearing this, many people instinctively glanced at the scoreboard not far away. In the first three matches, Yamabuki had consistently finished 6-1.

0 Defeat the opponent.

"That's too strong! They're not even in the same league!"

"As expected of last year's top four in the Metropolitan Tournament, Yamabuki's advancement to the Metropolitan Tournament this year is a foregone conclusion!"

The crowd whispered among themselves, marveling at Yamabuki's power.

What they didn't see was that the faces of the people who participated in the first three matches, from Vice Minister Kentaro Minami to Muromachi, who had just finished his match, were all very grim.

On the surface, both doubles and singles matches were dominated 6-0. However, in reality, they conceded quite a few points in total.

"How is that possible!"

Muromachi's fists clenched so tightly as he left the court. He had hoped to shut out his opponent and show off in front of others, but instead, he was the one who got slapped in the face.

"Akita Middle School's level is far too low to produce a shot like that!"

Muromachi gritted his teeth.

Several times just now, the opponent, Akita Middle School's singles player number 3, hit the ball to his weak spot on his backhand. This spot is very well hidden; not only would Akita's players have difficulty finding Muromachi's weakness, but even those within Yamabuki would find it hard to spot.

"You feel that way too?"

Dongfang looked over with a surprised expression: "Shinto Mi just said that he and Kita both had this feeling. I thought it was a coincidence."

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"Coincidence? How could that be!"

Muromachi gripped his racket tightly, a face flashing through his mind.

At this moment, Kita, who had been keeping his head down and hadn't spoken, raised his head and said weakly, "Do you think it might be that person..."

"Look! At the crescent moon!"

Muromachi spoke slowly and deliberately, his eyes behind his white-rimmed sunglasses seeming to kill.

Sengoku and the others standing nearby exchanged knowing smiles.

Case solved.

Mizuki's disappearance wasn't to collect data on other teams, but rather to "sell" information about her own team to the opponent.

"Where is that guy?"

Muromachi was so angry that his chest swelled up, and he kept looking around, his expression as if he wanted to find Mizuki and devour him alive.

Yuta, who was about to go on stage, laughed.

He didn't think Mizuki's actions were excessive. On the contrary, although Mizuki's actions seemed to be aiding the enemy, they essentially increased the difficulty of actual combat.

Having transferred schools twice, he knows very well that smooth sailing isn't always a good thing. Compared to targeted practice matches, real, hard-fought battles are much better at honing one's skills.

Thinking of this, he strode forward.

"Wait, Yuta-senpai."

Just then, Tan Taichi, who had been squatting in the corner writing and drawing, rushed over and brought over his notebook filled with rows and columns.

It was handed over.

"This is the data I just collected on the Akita Middle School team members."

Tan scratched his head sheepishly and said, "Although we've already secured our place in the next round, I still hope I can offer you some assistance."

Thanks.

Yuta took it and looked at it carefully. Although Tan's data recording was somewhat rough, it provided a detailed analysis of the opponent's playing style, strengths, and weaknesses.

"very nice."

He handed the notebook back and smiled, "With your information, I'm sure I can play this match much better."

really.

After the start of Singles Match 2, the Akita Junior High team members initially managed to limit Yuta by hitting weak shots. However, he immediately turned the tables on his opponent based on the data provided by Tan.

Unexpectedly, the Akita players had a terrible mentality. They were scored on several times in a row by exploiting their weaknesses, and were completely overwhelmed.

finally.

Yuta secured a 6-0 victory, setting a new record for the fastest match to finish in the 4th Zone qualifiers so far. They also achieved a shutout win.

"That kid Taiyi did a great job."

Yu Tai had just stepped down when he couldn't help but praise him. He looked around but couldn't find Tan's figure.

"That kid went to the court next door."

Nan laughed and said, "They said they didn't want the next match to start without having their opponent's data."

"This kid is really good."

Even Muromachi, who was always arrogant, couldn't help but praise it.

The others nodded in agreement.

Although Tan is currently a newcomer, he has already won everyone's recognition through his diligence and dedication.

"How is it?"

Not far away, Banta glanced at Shibukawa beside him and said with a smile, "Did these guys pass their exams?"

"Um."

Shechuan nodded slightly.

This competition was more of a test for the newcomers. But Muromachi, Yuta, and Dan all delivered a satisfactory performance.

"Speaking of which, the second round is almost over, where did Mizuki go?"

Dongfang frowned and said.

The others were also somewhat puzzled.

Logically speaking, given Mizuki's personality, she should be slowly emerging from some corner by now, pretentiously commenting on everyone's performance.

"Hmph, that guy must be worried about being exposed for leaking internal information, so he ran off to hide somewhere."

Muromachi curled his lip in disdain.

However, at this moment, Mizuki had actually left Area 4 and arrived at Area 2, which was two areas away from Yamabuki's arena.

This is the venue for the Seigaku tournament, Yamabuki's nemesis.

However, Mizuki's current target of observation was not Seigaku, but a little-known, special team that primarily used black as its decoration.

"This team called Fudomine... is interesting!"

In a corner, Mizuki, who was secretly observing the match, revealed a meaningful look in his eyes.

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