My Prince of Tennis has a high proficiency level.

"Aogakusho and Yamabuki have both advanced."

Taki respectfully reported: "Yamabuki's time was shorter, Seigaku lost a match, and the singles match ended in 2 rounds."

"Lost a game?"

Atobe raised his eyebrows slightly.

Although he looked down on Seigaku, Fuji's existence did draw his attention. After all, Fuji had forced him to use his full strength to defeat him.

"And Yamabuki..."

Atobe has been keeping an eye on this team.

Although they only reached the semi-finals last year, Yamabuki's name has been a constant topic of conversation for the past six months. Although Atobe himself didn't think much of the undefeated practice matches, rumors circulated that Fuji had lost to someone from Yamabuki.

"Keep a close eye on these two teams."

Atobe crossed his arms over his chest and tapped the back of his hands lightly with his fingers as he spoke.

As for the team that secured a win against Seigaku, he didn't even bother asking their name. This was the confidence of a top national-level player, but also the ultimate arrogance.

But none of the Hyotei team members thought it was wrong; in their eyes, it was perfectly normal.

However, this arrogance led them to underestimate their opponents' strength. Making such a mistake with less than a month to go before the major tournament was extremely fatal.

"Let's go, Kabaji."

After the rain stopped and the sky cleared, Atobe, who had won the match, waved and left with a burly, dull-looking boy.

"It's still early."

Atobe glanced at the time and looked out of the tennis park: "Come with me to find some fun."

This is Atobe's habit.

After training, he would stroll through the city streets with his trusted confidants. Like a king traveling incognito, Atobe, who treated the area around Hyotei and even the streets of Tokyo as his private property, usually spent his time in this way.

pity.

He and Kabaji took a stroll around, but they couldn't find anyone who was worth his attention.

"That's true. After all, the best players are all on those teams. What good players could possibly be found on these lousy street tennis courts?"

After wandering around for a while, Atobe, feeling a bit tired, patted the boy next to him on the shoulder: "Now that we've left Kabaji, it's time to go back."

"Yes."

The taciturn boy nodded.

at the same time.

On their way back.

Yuta and Muromachi, who were key players in winning first place in the regional qualifiers, appeared excitedly at the street tennis court.

"hey-hey."

Muromachi rubbed his hands together, looking like he hadn't had enough: "How about it, Yuuta? You definitely didn't get enough of a fight today, did you?"

"nonsense."

Yuta curled his lip: "Playing against those third-rate teams, even in the main tournament, is not fulfilling at all."

"Let's begin then."

Muromachi said with a smile.

After leaving the team, the two felt they hadn't had enough of the match, so they discussed it and found a street tennis court near Yamabuki to play a proper game.

"These two... are from Yamabuki!!!"

The other people at the street tennis court changed their expressions upon seeing the two. They then voluntarily made way for them.

"Oh?"

However, just as the two were about to enter the stadium, a faint laugh came from behind them.

"I never expected to run into such interesting people before I left."

"Hey."

"Hey Yamabuki, wanna have a match with us?"

Chapter 102 Atobe's Surprise

"And who are these two?"

Those who were originally at the street tennis court frowned when they saw the two people who suddenly appeared.

The jackets the two men were wearing were unfamiliar; none of the nearby schools wore that style. But neither the burly, expressionless boy nor the handsome young man who seemed more like the leader appeared to be an ordinary person.

"Ok?"

In the evening, the light outside the stadium was dim, and Yuta and Muromachi could not make out the appearance or the color of the clothes of the person who came.

But the other party's arrogant tone made both of them frown.

"Where did this idiot come from?"

Muromachi looked at the two coldly: "Don't you know this is Yamabuki's territory?"

Although few members of the Yamabuki organization compete here, it's very close to Yamabuki, and many people respect Yamabuki, so it's fair to call it Yamabuki's territory.

"Ok?"

Upon hearing the other party call him an 'idiot,' the handsome young man, Atobe, the captain of Hyotei High School, immediately turned ugly.

He was arrogant and liked to act impulsively. Usually, he was the one mocking and teasing others, and today was the first time someone had dared to ridicule him to his face like this.

"Kid, it seems you're quite confident in your abilities."

But Atobe was, after all, the heir to a large family, and had received a high-class aristocratic upbringing since childhood. Despite his dissatisfaction, he did not show it.

Atobe looked at the two of them, a playful glint in his eyes: "In that case, let's make a bet."

"What kind of bet?"

Yuta frowned slightly.

Although the two were standing on one side of the setting sun, the reflected afterglow obscured their vision, making them appear hazy and their faces unclear.

But his intuition told him that the person who came was definitely not simple.

"It's very simple."

Just then, Atobe said with a smile, "Let's have a fight. Whoever loses has to grant the other a not-too-outrageous request, how about it?"

As the captain of Hyotei Academy, Atobe also had his pride. He only wanted to teach the two a lesson and didn't intend to use this so-called 'bet' after winning.

The reason for making such an agreement was simply to force the two to submit and fight them.

"I agree!"

Muromachi nodded confidently in agreement.

He sensed that the newcomer was no ordinary person, but this was Yamabuki's territory. Since the other party had challenged him to a duel in front of so many people, how could he possibly refuse?

If word gets out, he'll definitely be ridiculed by his fellow Yamabuki teammates.

"I'm fine with it too."

Yuta nodded, responding calmly.

Although he realized that his opponent was no ordinary person, after six months of training, he was also very confident in his own abilities. In addition, he knew Muromachi quite well, and they had a certain level of teamwork when playing together.

"That's settled then."

Atobe nodded in satisfaction, then looked at the taciturn boy beside him: "Kabaji, come up with me."

"Yes."

The taciturn young man, Takahiro Kabaji, nodded emphatically.

He was like an emotionless machine, only obeying Atobe's orders. It wasn't until the two of them walked down from the shadows of the setting sun that everyone could see the style of their clothes.

"and many more!!"

Some worldly-wise people stared wide-eyed as if they'd seen a ghost, their voices trembling as they exclaimed, "These...these two people are...from Hyotei?!"

Hyotei?

Swish!

This statement came out.

The teenagers playing street tennis on the scene suddenly changed color. If Yamabuki was the dominant force in the area, then Hyotei was the strongest team in Tokyo tennis, without exception.

"Uh......"

Someone smirked, looking at Yuta and Muromachi on the court with pity: "These two guys... are really unlucky, aren't they?"

Yamabuki is very strong; there are only two teams in the entire Tokyo metropolitan area that can suppress them. Unfortunately for them, the two Yamabuki players ended up facing one of these formidable opponents, and the strongest one at that.

"No, that's not right."

At this moment, someone seemed to have discovered something terrifying, and their whole body began to tremble as if they were being shaken.

"This...this person...is...is..."

"What is it?"

"That's right, Shanmu, just say what you want to say clearly, instead of being so mysterious."

Everyone laughed when they saw this.

The boy named Sugimoto blushed and shouted with all his might, "He's Atobe, the captain of Hyotei High School, Atobe Keigo!!!"

Swish!

Instantly.

The crowd, who had been wearing teasing smiles, suddenly narrowed their eyes and stared at the purplish-gray-haired boy on the court as if they had seen a ghost. His features gradually became clearer as he slowly walked onto the court.

"Atobe?!"

Yuta and Muromachi on the other side of the court were both startled.

A person's name, a tree's shadow.

Keigo Atobe!

He is the mastermind behind Hyotei and one of the strongest players in the nation. His strength is far beyond what players like Yuta and Muromachi can handle.

There's a saying circulating within the Yamabuki faction.

This incident reportedly occurred during the Kyushu National Tournament last year. The former captain of Yamabuki, Uesugi Kenichi, had a verbal altercation with a member of Hyotei, and the two captains ultimately decided to settle the matter through a competition.

Ultimately, Uesugi suffered a crushing 0-6 defeat.

As a result, Atobe, whom Yamabuki originally considered someone absolutely untouchable, has now appeared in front of the two of them.

Yuta and Muromachi exchanged a glance, both seeing the confusion in each other's eyes.

what's the situation?

The two guys opposite are not only from Hyotei, but one of them is actually Atobe?!

What kind of luck is this?

"Which one..."

Although Muromachi was displeased and secretly felt wronged, a true man knows when to yield and when to stand firm. No matter how arrogant he was, he didn't believe that he and Yuta could be a match for the person in front of him.

This is Atobe, a top-tier national expert.

"Atobe-senpai."

Muromachi forced a stiff smile: "Sorry, we didn't know it was you. If you want to use this court, feel free to use it. You're always welcome to come to our Yamabuki."

"Yuta."

At this point, Muromachi winked at his companion beside him: "I think I remember you didn't finish your homework, right? Come on, let me tutor you today."

Tutor me?

just you?