Prince of Tennis Fraudster

The group of seven consisted of only 14-year-old junior high school students. In the vast mountains, venomous snakes and ferocious beasts were common, and it was entirely possible that these inexperienced individuals might encounter something terrible.

"No, I have to call the police!"

The thought had barely formed in his mind when he saw several figures gradually appearing in the direction of his rearview mirror. But judging from their attire, he was somewhat unsure if they were the right people.

"Oh... what have these guys been through these past few days?"

The seven men, all with disheveled hair and tattered clothes, looked like homeless beggars on the street.

Before long, the group arrived at the bus.

Kirihara searched through his luggage; it was completely undamaged. This indirectly proved that the place they had arrived at was one that no one would ever visit.

Perhaps only they, these brain-dead idiots, would do something so meaningless.

"Huh?"

But when Kirihara picked up his luggage, his heart sank.

The suitcase seemed much lighter than when he hid it. But after opening it and searching carefully, he found that nothing was missing.

"That's strange..."

As he pondered this in silence, a sudden thought struck him. He clenched his fist, a glint of light flashing in his eyes.

"Your strength...has increased?"

In just three days, his strength had increased considerably. His eyes narrowed, and his initial resentment towards the three days of intensive training dissipated considerably.

"what……"

On the other side, looking at the people getting on the bus, the driver couldn't help but laugh and say, "What have you all been doing these past few days?"

"Special training."

Sanada answered calmly, while the others remained silent, their weary faces suggesting they had endured three days of torment.

"Ok?"

Upon closer inspection, the driver noticed that although everyone looked tired, their eyes were exceptionally bright.

"That look in his eyes..."

A menacing aura!

The aura of menace was palpable; it couldn't possibly have been formed in just three days of exploration. Especially that silver-blue-haired, hunched-over fellow.

Although he tried his best to hide it, the driver, who was extremely experienced in reading people, could sense the faint but palpable murderous aura emanating from the other party.

The more he observed, the more alarmed he became.

"What exactly did this kid do?"

Aside from Niou and the deceased Wolf King, no one else could give him an answer. No one knew that the life-or-death battle two days prior had forged Niou into a tempered iron, further enhancing his strength.

Right now, no one knows the true extent of his strength, including himself.

The journey was peaceful, and everyone returned safely to Rikkai.

As the Kanto Tournament draws near, the atmosphere in the Kanto region, where the tournament is held, becomes increasingly tense.

With the addition of the super rookie Echizen Ryoma and the rapid growth of elite second- and third-year players, Seigaku's potential to win the championship is even stronger than that of Hyotei, Tokyo's dominant force in recent years.

Seigaku Tennis Court.

A young man with short, brown hair and delicate, almost beautiful features looked at the young man beside him with brown hair, glasses, and an expressionless face, and said in a soft, gentle voice, "Tezuka, the Kanto Tournament is coming up soon..."

Fuji Syusuke and Tezuka Kunimitsu were known as the "Twin Pillars of Seigaku," two tennis prodigies whose fame spread throughout Japan.

"Ah."

Upon hearing this, Tezuka replied calmly.

His voice was calm and steady, as if the Kanto Tournament was just a trivial matter. But the solemn expression on his face made people feel tense and dare not take the competition lightly.

Simple words and a gentle tone instantly revealed the calm and serious personality of the head of the academy.

Fuji smiled, his eyes crinkling into slits like pea pods. He looked at the starting lineup, constantly battling back and forth on the court, and said, "Everyone's in great form, so I'd like to know, Tezuka, what are your expectations for this tournament?"

"Go without hesitation!"

The answer was Tezuka's catchphrase, but he then added, "The goal is to make it to the national tournament. Of course, it would be even better if Seigaku won the Kanto championship."

His tone was tactful, but his ambition was undisguised.

"Ah……"

Fuji couldn't help but smile and said, "It seems that everyone's good spirits have given our minister a lot of confidence!"

Indeed, this was the first time in three years that he had seen Tezuka so confident. After all, inter-school tennis tournaments ultimately rely on teamwork.

Hyotei, inside a closed-off professional tennis hall.

"Kabaji, turn on the pitching machine!"

A handsome young man, covered in sweat and with his purplish-gray hair parted in the middle, said to the expressionless young man beside him, "Begin!"

"Yes!"

The young man responded and quickly pressed the button on the ball-serving machine.

boom! boom! boom!

Three powerful serves echoed throughout the room, but the next second, a silver arc flashed and swiftly caught all three tennis balls.

bang bang bang! ! !

The three shots rang out almost simultaneously, hitting the opposite side of the court with pinpoint accuracy. Thump, thump, thump! The three-point shot resembled a circular swallow, showcasing the youth's impressive and skillful technique.

"Atobe, we need to make arrangements for the Kanto Tournament soon. Please come to my office."

A hoarse, deep voice suddenly came from inside the room. The young man, Atobe, the emperor of Hyotei, snapped his fingers and said to the dull-looking young man next to him, "Let's go, Kabaji!"

As he stepped out the door, Atobe unfurled his coat, exuding an aura of power and ambition, like a king ascending the throne.

At the same time, Fudomine and Yamabuki also began special training for the upcoming Kanto Tournament.

From this moment on, the curtain slowly rises over the Kanto region.

Chapter Twenty-Two: The Transfer Student [2/5, Please Subscribe!]

"I am back!"

Arriving at his doorstep, the ragged Niou, ignoring the strange looks from passersby, excitedly rushed into his house.

"You're back..."

Unexpectedly, her mother, Keiko, only responded with a faint sound. And when she saw Niou's tattered clothes, her gaze only paused for a moment before returning to the television.

Something's not right...

Although Niou had doubts about the taste, he could not resist the urge to cleanse his body.

"Comfortable!"

After taking a hot shower, Niou stretched lazily, feeling a surge of happiness fill his heart.

To his surprise, his sister Natsumi didn't tease him at all that day.

It wasn't that he had a persecution complex, but rather that his keen senses detected something amiss. Furthermore, his intuition told him that this change was related to him.

However, even after dinner, when he re-entered the virtual training, he did not suffer any 'attack'.

Silent all night.

The next morning, after preparing breakfast, Niou arrived at Rikkai University early. Stepping into the classroom and feeling the familiar surroundings, he took a deep breath and began working on his homework.

Because he had done some work last night, Niou finished the homework he had missed for three days in less than half an hour this morning.

"Ahhh!"

He yawned, rubbing his sore eyes, which were brimming with tears. "Even after I transmigrated, I still managed to catch up on homework, really..."

Meanwhile, the students arrived one after another.

A short while later, the school bell rang.

The first lesson was on Japanese history. The teacher gave a long and eloquent presentation, which made Niou shake his head.

"It seems that when your country's first feudal dynasty was established, the Tang Dynasty was already the neighboring country, right?"

Although the two souls merged, the soul from Niou's previous life took the lead. Therefore, he still cared a lot about the historical development of the world.

To be precise, Japan's history is nearly three thousand years shorter than that of its neighbors. But that's not what Niou cares about. What he cares about is that with such a short history, they're still teaching the history of the shogunate era in the third year of junior high school.

"I really don't know whether to call it craftsmanship or pettiness..."

The unrestrained King Niou never cared about the feelings of others, whether it was making fun of or secretly criticizing things he found amusing.

"Ahhh!"

He yawned again, and the first class ended quickly.

"I'm so bored..."

Looking at the set of middle school equations on the blackboard, he almost fell asleep. Knowing how formidable Ren-ou was, Cang Lian wouldn't deliberately make things difficult for him, and the second class ended quickly.

During the break between classes, the two girls in front of him were whispering to each other.

"Hey, did you know? It seems like a new student is transferring into our class."

"Is it true? By the way, is he handsome? There are so few handsome guys in our class. Renwang is one, but he's just too cold-hearted..."

"Um, I do have that feeling... Yao. But unfortunately, I heard it's a girl."

"Ugh……"

The conversation between the two was overheard by Niou, who was lost in thought and looking out the window, but he didn't pay any attention to it.

Just before class started, the classroom door opened, and Ms. Fukuda, the homeroom teacher, walked in carrying a book. Behind her followed a tall girl with slender, reddish-brown hair.

"Wow!"

Immediately, all the boys in the class stared wide-eyed.

"Wow, I'm so lucky! They sent me such a beautiful angel!"

"Pah, Oyamada, with your despicable character, who the hell would be blind to fall for you?"