My Prince of Tennis has a high proficiency level.

"wrong."

Inoue, however, keenly noticed the peculiarity in Sengoku's smile. He frowned and thought for a moment, then, as if he had realized something, his expression suddenly changed.

"Could it be...?"

He looked at Sengoku in disbelief: "That thing isn't an ordinary wrist guard?"

"If it's not a wristband, what else could it be... Wait a minute!!"

Zhi wanted to retort, but suddenly, as if she had thought of something, her pupils contracted sharply.

"Congratulations, you guessed right."

Although neither of them said it aloud, Sengoku implicitly assumed that the other had guessed what he meant.

"hiss!"

Inoue and Shiba exchanged a glance and simultaneously gasped.

monster!

Inoue was deeply shocked.

He thought he had overestimated Yamabuki's abilities. But he hadn't realized how shallow his understanding was.

"Wearing that thing, you can still defeat Sengoku."

Inoue clenched his fists instinctively. He almost instantly overturned his previous understanding; based on the strength Shibukawa had displayed, he probably already possessed the qualifications to fight against that "Child of God" from Rikkai University.

In other words, in terms of top-tier combat power, Yamabuki is currently on par with Rikkai.

The remaining question is whether anyone in Yamabuki can withstand the pressure of playing singles 2.

"One last question."

Inoue looked at Sengoku: "How confident are you in defeating Akutsu right now?"

"Akuzu?"

Sengoku paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "Actually, anything can happen on a tennis court. Akutsu is very strong, but I'm not weak either."

"However, if you were to ask me about my chances of winning if I were to face him..."

How much is it?

"0!"

"How many?"

"0, which means absolutely nothing!"

Sengoku spoke calmly.

Then, under the astonished gazes of the two, he calmly left.

"call......"

After a long while, Inoue Kazushige exhaled a deep breath.

"Let's go too."

"Ah."

The two then left Yamabuki.

However, their feelings were far from as calm as they appeared on the surface.

"perhaps......"

As Inoue drove away, a glint of shrewdness flashed in his eyes as he watched the Yamabuki School Building gradually disappear from the rearview mirror.

"This year's Yamabuki is really going to shake up the entire Kanto Tournament, and even the National Tournament!"

Chapter 92 Echizen Ryoma

in the afternoon.

Club activity time.

While Yamabuki was holding its school-wide selection tournament, Seigaku's tennis club, having already selected eight regular players, also entered into normal training.

"Hey, I told you long ago, with Echizen's talent, he'll definitely become a starter."

The entrance to the Seigaku Tennis Club.

A short boy, wearing a light orange short-sleeved shirt, with eyebrows that looked like waves connected in a straight line, tilted his head back at a 45-degree angle and spoke with a face full of confidence.

"Horiao-kun..."

The two boys standing next to him, both wearing light white short-sleeved shirts from the first year of Seigaku, exchanged a glance and saw the helplessness in each other's eyes.

no way.

The boy in front of me was clearly of average strength and talent, yet he had a strange kind of self-confidence.

He tells everyone he's been playing tennis for two years, but he gets completely crushed the moment he starts playing. He's only been in the tennis club for a week, and he's already become the most disliked person on the team.

However, both of them were well aware that Horio, the boy with the unibrow, wasn't a bad person at heart. It was just that he lacked ability and liked to talk big, which made him not very likable.

In contrast, another newcomer from their cohort was an idol in the eyes of all the newcomers.

"Look, Ryoma-kun is here!"

At this moment, the mushroom-headed boy, Katsuro, exclaimed excitedly.

Then, a boy wearing a red and white short-sleeved shirt and a white tennis cap slowly walked towards the court.

Ryoma Echizen.

12 is old.

A newcomer to the Seigaku tennis club, who also recently defeated a strong senior opponent in the Seigaku intramural selection tournament to qualify for the main team.

"It's that guy!"

Meanwhile, the expressions of the second-year students wearing blue jackets within Seigaku changed slightly.

They started by picking up balls and spent a year honing their skills before finally qualifying for the school's selection competition. As it turned out, this newcomer qualified for the competition right away, and not only that, he also secured the coveted starting position.

Many people find it hard to accept, but they are wary of the other party's strength. Although they dare not continue to target him, they keep their distance and there are vague signs of isolating Yueqian.

Unfortunately, for Echizen, who grew up in North America and was used to being alone, this isolation was nothing.

Moreover, dragons do not dwell with snakes.

Echizen is proud by nature. Although he doesn't openly look down on anyone, deep down he has absolutely no interest in these guys with average strength.

"The environment in Japan is indeed different from that in North America."

As he walked onto the field, Echizen took in the reactions of the players around him and shook his head inwardly. There, both overt and covert, existed a kind of unspoken rule of 'senior culture'.

Strength certainly carries weight, but it's not like in North America where an individual's strength is enough to silence dissent. Respect for the strong is much more pronounced there.

But Echizen didn't really care.

Transferring back to Japan wasn't his own idea; it was a decision made after his parents discussed it. However, after spending the last few days there, he's gained a new understanding of the tennis culture there.

Seigaku isn't very strong.

At least nationwide, he doesn't have a high profile. But the few regular players he's contacted so far have given Echizen a unique perspective.

Momoshiro has a very strong burst of power.

Qian, skilled in calculation.

There is also the resilient crabapple.

Everyone has their own unique style, and even Echizen couldn't easily defeat him. At least, he's far superior to that scumbag Sasabe he encountered in the youth competition before the start of the school year.

If Echizen remembers correctly, that long-haired guy was a high school student. But in terms of strength, all three Seigaku regulars Echizen had faced were capable of easily defeating him.

"Momoshiro, Inui, and Kaidou are all very strong, but in Seigaku's opinion, they are probably not the strongest."

These days, Echizen hasn't been asking much about the team. But his friends have been gathering a lot of inside information about Seigaku for him.

Aside from the three players Echizen had faced, among the remaining players, Kawamura, a third-year student, was the strongest, while Vice-Captain Oishi and Kikumaru were a doubles team.

The remaining captain, Tezuka, and the genius Fuji are recognized as the two strongest players in Seigaku.

"It's universally acknowledged!"

Thinking of this, a flame of fighting spirit flashed in Echizen's eyes.

Although his initial motivation for playing tennis was to defeat that annoying guy, he also enjoys playing against other top players.

Echizen knew very well the weight of the word "acknowledged." It was an established fact, an adjective that no one would refute. Combined with everyone's respect for Captain Tezuka, the latter's strength had most likely reached a level where he could single-handedly suppress the team.

pity.

Tezuka's personality is too cold.

Even when Echizen makes eye contact with him, he will look away because of the pressure in the other's gaze. As a newcomer, he has always tried to keep a low profile, adhering to the principle of "I won't offend others unless they offend me".

Moreover, Echizen guessed that even if he did invite Tezuka to a match, the latter might not agree.

"The only one left... is Fuji-senpai."

Thinking of this, Echizen suddenly turned his gaze to the brown-haired figure in the crowd.

Swish!

Seemingly sensing his probing gaze, Fuji turned his head and, upon discovering that it was the most talked-about newcomer, the Seigaku genius immediately smiled with narrowed eyes.

"Today's training content is as follows."

Just then, a tall, spiky-haired boy wearing a white short-sleeved shirt stepped forward. Strangely, he wore opaque white glasses, making it impossible to see his eyes.

"It's Senior Qian."

Katsuro, Katsuo, and others in the crowd immediately began to whisper among themselves.

"He lost to Ryoma-kun, and then to Kaidou-senpai, so he's no longer a regular player."

"Judging from this, it seems he's in charge of training arrangements. Well, he is a data-driven player, so he must know a lot about the situation of the other players on the team."

Not long after.

Qian arranged the training for the first-year students and regular team members. He looked at the regular players and said in a deep voice, "Today's training is spot-up shots. The standard for regular players is to hit at least 8 out of 10 shots."

"Phew... I'm alright."

Upon hearing this, a kind-looking young man with short brown hair in the crowd scratched his head and breathed a sigh of relief.

Takashi Kawamura.

14 is old.

A third-year student at Seigaku and a regular member of the tennis club.

He's very strong, but his ball control isn't great. If you're expected to have a 100% shooting percentage, he'll be under a lot of pressure.

really.

After training began, everyone else hit the target 10 times out of 10, while only Kawamura managed to hit 8 out of 10.

"Well."

Seeing this, Qian stroked his chin, a thoughtful expression on his face: "This training method isn't working well. The team members don't seem to have any sense of urgency. And even if they don't do it, there doesn't seem to be any effective punishment."

Qian secretly made up his mind to start by punishing the players who made mistakes. At this time, the training entered the practice phase of pairing up.

"Regular training allows players to freely choose their opponents."

Qian said something and then walked to the side to continue thinking. He had vaguely found a spark of inspiration when he saw Momoshiro drinking water.

"Is it a free choice?"

Echizen, standing in the crowd, seemed to have thought of something and subconsciously looked in a certain direction.

Swish!

As if they had reached a tacit understanding beforehand, Fuji also turned his head to look.

The two looked at each other and smiled.

"W-What's going on?"