Prince of Tennis: Start by replicating your talent

Prince of Tennis: Start by replicating your talent

Author: Sweet White Xiaomi

Summary:

During the golden age of Japanese tennis, geniuses emerged in large numbers. Nanchuan's talent was so abnormal that it was terrifying. Not long after graduating from elementary school and learning tennis, he skipped two and a half years of practice and stepped into the official arena.

"Talent 1: Reproduction"

"Talent 2: Evolution"

"Talent Three: Devouring"

"Talent 4: Oppression"

One talent after another is stacked.

The stronger the opponent, the stronger he becomes.

From the goal of three consecutive championships, we have entered the world arena and made our way to the top.

Chapter 1 Replica

Neon.

Tokyo, graduation season.

In this cold winter, Nanchuan finally graduated from elementary school.

He has been looking forward to entering junior high school so that he can join his favorite club.

When you come to this world, the natural thing is to join the tennis club.

But his elder brother Beichuan is not optimistic about him:

"You want to play tennis too? Don't be ridiculous, Nanchuan. Your physical strength is your weakness. If you go play against those perverts, you'll be laughed at by them."

"No, you are my real brother, right? Can you say something nice? Physical deficiencies can be made up through training, brother, how about you start practicing with me today? I don't mind that you are not good at tennis."

"No, I don't like your poor playing skills. I have a few matches recently and don't have time. If you really want to play tennis, then sign up for Seigaku. Rikkai University is also fine. That won't work because Kanagawa is too far. Just go to Seigaku. I'll be more at ease if you go with me."

"Brother, how about Hyotei Academy?"

Brother Beichuan, holding a basketball in one hand, smiled bitterly:

"Bullshit, with our family's financial situation, how can we go to this aristocratic school? Besides, it doesn't matter where you go as a newbie."

Nanchuan argued: "It's different. In the first year of Seigakuen, you have to pick up the balls. You can't play in the official courts at all. You know, the old lady coach of your Seigakuen tennis club is very stubborn. She won't change this broken rule. It's a waste of time."

Beichuan laughed, "So Hyotei Academy will let you play? They just made it to the top four in the country last year, and they're letting a rookie play? Even if you go, you can't even get into the second team. Those second and third year veterans aren't fooling around."

This is true. Not only is the tuition at Hyotei Academy expensive, it is also a famous aristocratic school in Jingdong.

Moreover, their tennis team is divided into Team One and Team Two, with Team One being the main team.

If you want to play in the official competition, you must first join the second team. In important games, the second team has no chance to play.

If you lose the game, get out of the team immediately and start over.

The school ranking competition is reshuffled every month and an elimination system is implemented.

Although first-year students do not have to pick up balls, they can compete in the monthly ranking tournaments based on their own abilities and join the main selection.

But the problem is that they have too many players, and without some skills, they can’t make the progress even after playing for three years.

Beichuan thought that his brother, who had been "fragile and sickly" since childhood, had no hope at all, and Nanchuan could understand that.

But what Kitagawa didn't know was that he, who had developed a talent for tennis right after graduating from elementary school, was not a weakling.

What's more, he has never given up physical training over the years, and he has made some progress. At least he no longer suffers from minor illnesses during the sixth grade of elementary school.

"Brother, I don't want to pick up the ball, so I'm going to Hyotei. I'll figure out a way to pay for the tuition."

Seeing his brother's determination, Beichuan finally stopped and looked at him seriously:

"seriously?"

"seriously."

"How are you going to pay for your tuition? I'm really poor."

"Brother, as far as I know, a chaebol young master will soon join the tennis club of Hyotei Academy. He has been very high-profile recently. Before he even landed, he has already declared sovereignty over the tennis club of Hyotei Academy.

And from what I know, this chaebol young master is sometimes quite silly and a bit easy to bully. I can compete with him, just like you, and I will get income if I win. "

If all else fails, you can go to a club and play with other players to earn some money. That’s not impossible.

Confidence appeared on Nanchuan's face.

This is what Beichuan couldn’t understand.

"How can you, a kid who just graduated from elementary school and has no tennis experience, get the confidence to speak so arrogantly?"

"elder brother...."

"But I really appreciate your outspokenness. It has a little bit of your brother's aura. Okay, I don't object. You can solve it in your own way first. If you can't solve it, you can stay with me in Qingxue."

"Thank you, brother."

"If you get beaten and cry, remember to call me. I'll pick you up and take you home. It's not shameful."

Nanchuan: “…”

He didn't explain to his brother again.

Instead, I went to the store and bought a suitable racket and tennis bag.

As a time traveler, he has been in this world for 11 years, but no system has appeared, which makes him very depressed.

He always wanted to play tennis, but had to give up because of his weak body, poor physical strength and frequent illness.

He has only practiced with a racket in his daily life. He has been training his agility, reaction and speed, but because of his physical lack, his ceiling is there and he has not made any progress for a long time.

As a result, on the day he graduated from elementary school, a voice suddenly appeared in his mind.

That is the sound that triggers talent.

Talent 1: Reproduction.

As for what this replica is and to what extent it can reach, he knows nothing else except the literal meaning.

So now those guys who are eager to play tennis can come and practice and see how it goes.

"Forget it. I haven't met anyone in all these years. Let's go to the street tennis court tomorrow."

Nanchuan returned home, put down his tennis bag, changed his shoes, put weights on his feet and went out for a long run. This was his daily training.

Now I can run five or six kilometers with a weight of 0.5 kg on each foot, which is a great improvement.

But in the eyes of his brother, the captain of the basketball team, he was still too weak and not suitable for joining a sports club.

The next day.

Nanchuan went to find a street tennis table with his tennis bag on his back.

Tokyo is the busiest and most concentrated place for tennis activities in Japan, with street tennis courts everywhere.

Nanchuan followed the principle of proximity, and there happened to be a few people playing ball on that court, neither too many nor too few.

There were only a few players, and their level was obvious at a glance. The way they held the racket, the way they served... Nanchuan, who had never played tennis but had seen good tennis matches, shook his head and sighed, "It's hard to judge."

"It's not a good idea to be a test subject. If I get the results, I'm afraid they won't be of any reference value. Forget it. How about not picking them?"

Nanchuan was conflicted. Theoretically, his talent should become stronger when facing a stronger opponent, but since the opponent was too weak, his talent wouldn't be able to be fully utilized.

"Hey, kid, get out of the way, you're blocking the road."

An arrogant voice sounded from behind. Nanchuan just turned around and felt a shadow looming over him. Two big guys stood in front of him, carrying tennis bags and looking down at him.

"What are you looking at? Are you just an elementary school student? Do you understand how to respect your seniors? Get out of my way. You're blocking my way into the stadium."

Nanchuan frowned slightly. How come this guy is more arrogant than his brother?

I looked at the tennis bag behind him and said, "Okay, it's you."

Nan Chuan not only did not give way, but he put his hands in his pockets, looked up and said with the same youthful arrogance: "I was here first, even if you are a senior, you have to follow the first come first served principle. If you want to use the court, you have to follow the rules. Just beat me."

"Hey, I just went out and I met a stupid elementary school student. Takei, are you going to beat him up or me?"

Nanchuan hummed in confusion. Takei... Takei Kenshi? The Takei Kenshi who would defeat Tezuka Kunimitsu? Oh my god, he ran into him. No wonder he looked like he needed a beating.

The corner of Takei's mouth tilted to one side, and he pointed at Nanchuan with his racket: "I'll do it, arrogant boy, you don't respect your seniors, you dare to provoke me, right? I'll beat you until you kneel down and beg for mercy, and let you see how powerful the Seigaku regulars are."

Chapter 2: Counterattack

The starting pick of Seigaku? It seems that it is really Takei Kenji. He met someone who deserved a beating as soon as he went out. Nanchuan was even more excited.

As soon as Takei Kenshi entered, he started cleaning the court. The few teenagers who had not yet had enough fun were forced to leave and stand outside the court to watch the fun.

"Come here, little brat. I'll give you the serve. The game will be decided in one set. If you lose, apologize to me and get out of here." Takei Kenshi pointed at Minamikawa with a racket and threw a tennis ball at his feet.

Another big man stood in the referee's position and urged him to hurry up.

Nanchuan picked up the tennis ball. He would not use his own tennis ball if he could avoid it. After all, tennis balls also cost money.

"Let's make a bet, senior." Nanchuan put forward the conditions.

"Okay, I like this one." Wu Ju said excitedly, "You are quite brave to bet with me, so tell me what you are betting on."

Nanchuan: "What do you usually bet on?"

Takei Kenshi smiled triumphantly, looked at his friend, and raised two fingers to Nanchuan:

"I bet 2000 yen."

Nanchuan cursed in his heart, these people are so greedy, I don’t know how many lower grade students they have bullied.

But now he is very satisfied, he is setting a trap for Wu Ju.

Although he is a beginner, he must have confidence. He hopes that Takei Kenji will not let him down.

"Okay, I don't mind."

Nanchuan stood at the serving area and hit the tennis ball with his hands to test its elasticity. Although he had never played against others and his brother, who only had eyes for basketball, didn't even glance at him, he had practiced by himself over the years and his sense of the ball was not bad.

His calm and confident look made Takei Kenji very unhappy. He snorted, "Little boy, are you afraid of dithering? Serve the ball quickly."

Nanchuan's posture of throwing the tennis ball was very natural, but it seemed very awkward to the third-year player Kenji Takei. He stepped forward with his left foot, and swung the racket after the tennis ball bounced off the ground.

砰

The tennis ball hit Nanchuan's back and bounced out of bounds.

"0-15, kid, you lost a goal!"

Wu Ju pointed at Nan Chuan proudly and said, "See that, kid? You dare to bet with me with your level? It's really hilarious, hahahaha. You should go back and grow taller. But it's too late for you to admit defeat now."

Nanchuan picked up the tennis ball again, a smile on his face, "So that's how it is. I see clearly. It's normal for a third-year regular to be better than a rookie like me, but that's all."

Wu Ju was indeed irritated when he heard this, "Little brat, what are you talking about? Come on!"

Nan Chuan served again, his face becoming more confident, "Then keep your eyes on this senior."

Although he looked down upon Takei's playing style, if he wanted to win now, defeating Takei with Takei's tennis was the only thing he could do.

After seeing Takei's playing style clearly just now, he went through this playing style and experience countless times in his mind and it became his own tennis. Just this basic playing style made him no longer a novice, and he directly became an ordinary tennis player with at least two and a half years of experience.

Is this a replica? Nanchuan felt the power of talent for the first time, which was very exciting.

Bang! This time the serve was more powerful, leaving a streak of yellow light in the air. When it hit Takei's feet and bounced back, Takei was still reacting. It was not until the tennis ball brushed past his ear and bounced out of bounds that he realized he had not caught it!

"15-15"

The big referee couldn't believe it either. How did this kid's serve suddenly take a turn for the worse? His first serve was so awkward, obviously like a novice, and it was a bit familiar?

"Damn it, you're done." Wu Ju said unhappily, with an irritated expression on his face, "It's just a mistake, don't be so proud."

He was feeling frustrated because he had clearly seen the tennis ball coming towards his court, but he was slow to react and was careless, allowing the kid to succeed.

However, he will find that the more he wants to defeat the kid on the opposite side, the stronger the kid will become.