My Prince of Tennis has a high proficiency level.

...

"Yes!"

Upon hearing Nan's words, everyone immediately perked up.

Shechuan is no exception.

Firstly, he didn't want to attract attention, and secondly, he wanted to verify that what he had just experienced wasn't his imagination.

Swish!

immediately.

He swung his racket quickly again.

[Complete a basic swing]

[Swing Experience +1]

[Current swing level Lv2 (35/100)]

"It's not an illusion."

"I can really see the changes after I swing the racket."

Shechuan was extremely excited.

Although it didn't seem like the system he'd read in novels, it did possess the ability to visualize data. If used properly, this function could potentially produce a cheat-like effect.

After all, data visualization itself is essentially a cheat code. It gives him the ability that data-driven players like Mitsuya, Yanagi, and Inui in the original Prince of Tennis manga dream of.

and.

He might also be able to use this ability to develop in this field.

With this in mind, Shibukawa suppressed his excitement and began to swing his racket again. However, with each swing, the visualized data in front of him changed.

[Complete a basic swing]

[Swing Experience +1]

[Completed an invalid swing]

[Swing Experience +0]

[Completed an invalid swing]

[Swing Experience +0]

...

"Ok?"

Shechuan stopped abruptly.

Then, following the movements he remembered the original owner used in training, and mimicking the swinging posture of Nan, he swung the racket again.

[Complete a basic swing]

[Swing Experience +1]

[Current swing level Lv2 (37/100)]

"It seems that one must maintain a sufficiently standard posture in order to gain experience."

"That's true, after all, it's just a visualization of my data, not a real cheat."

"However, this is enough."

After calming down, Shibukawa did not rush into training, but instead tried different methods to verify his guess.

This thing, which we'll call the proficiency panel, only allows him to gain experience when he performs a standard swing. It might not seem like a huge help, but for a beginner like him, it's like having a personal coach who can help and guide him anytime, anywhere.

and.

As the number of swings increased, Shibukawa could clearly feel that his movements were becoming more skilled and easier.

But because of this, his movements are much slower than others.

However, because he had previously been a nobody and a loser, he did not attract the attention of others.

Everyone in Yamabuki, including Kentaro Minami, was focused on the dark-skinned boy wearing white-rimmed sunglasses.

Muromachi ten times.

12 is old.

A newcomer who just joined the Yamabuki Tennis Club this spring.

While his talent may not rival that of Sengoku, currently the strongest singles player in Yamabuki, he is certainly on par with the vice-captain, Minami Kentaro. Therefore, many people are privately speculating that after the third-year seniors leave the tennis club this summer, Muromachi might be able to secure a starting position before even entering the second year of junior high.

Time passed second by second.

The group practicing their swings began to sweat to varying degrees. This highlighted the difference between him and the others.

Muromachi's breathing remained steady, with only a few beads of sweat on her forehead; she appeared completely at ease. In contrast, many of the second-year team members were experiencing increasing soreness in their arms, which was gradually eroding their willpower.

"I... I can't do it anymore."

at last.

The first person to give up appeared.

Subsequently, many people who were just gritting their teeth and persevering put down their rackets and gasped for breath.

...

"Fifty-nine."

"sixty."

Sixty-one.

the other side.

Shechuan is also struggling to stay afloat.

In contrast, others had already completed hundreds of swings, while he had only made about sixty. At first glance, he seemed to be completely left behind.

But in reality, every single one of his swings was recognized by the system as a truly effective swing. Because of this, the difficulty level was several times higher than for others.

At this moment, Shibukawa felt he had reached his limit. But seeing his [Swing] skill level immediately rise from level 2 to level 3, he gritted his teeth and used his last bit of strength to keep swinging the racket.

"Sixty...two."

"Sixty...three..."

"Six...ten...four..."

"Sixty...five!"

[Complete a basic swing]

[Swing Experience +1]

[Current swing level Lv3 (0/500)]

[Through tempering your will, your attributes have improved; your mental strength has increased by 0.1.]

In an instant.

Shibukawa immediately felt a cool current flow into his entire right hand. The fatigue he had felt from the intense swinging instantly dissipated.

Simultaneously.

He could clearly feel that the swing he had just made was as if it were branded deep within his heart. Even with his eyes closed, he could still accurately reproduce the most standard movement.

Besides.

His spirit, which had been mostly depleted, became much clearer after a warm current flowed into his mind.

"It seems so."

"The proficiency system is working even better than I expected."

and.

He also realized that this special panel, which only he could see, was probably more than just a way to digitize training data.

just.

When he was engrossed in the game and tried to bring up the character panel, the panel he had imagined, such as the five-dimensional panel, did not appear.

"Two possibilities."

"The first type, all I can see are the simple data changes after the action. There are no special functions that I had imagined."

"Secondly, my mental strength is not strong enough right now. I am unable to present my five dimensions in a data-driven way."

Shechuan leans more towards the second possibility.

However, for him, even if it's just a data-driven function that allows him to see his training and improvement in proficiency, that's already very good.

"From a time perspective, it's too late to make it to this year's national competition."

"But there are still two semesters until the new season starts next spring, so I have plenty of time."

"From now on, we can't waste any time improving our strength!"

Shechuan thought to himself silently.

As for the boy Muromachi, who was being watched and praised by a crowd in the distance, he paid no attention to him at all.

Perhaps Muromachi could indeed be considered a genius within the Yamabuki Tennis Club. But for the Metropolitan Tournament, the Kanto Tournament, the National Tournament, and beyond, this so-called genius is less than cannon fodder.

Shechuan himself was different.

With the proficiency system as a cheat code, he is fully capable of competing with the top geniuses in the original work.

Thinking of this.

He gripped his racket with renewed vigor, his determination to become stronger growing stronger.

Chapter 3 Akutsu

The racket swing practice is over.

First-grade students are divided into groups to retrieve balls, while second-grade students get the opportunity to participate in practice matches.

Although none of the regulars except for Vice Minister Minami were present, it was still very stressful for the second-year contestants to compete against their third-year seniors.

but.

There is one exception, though.

Wearing white-rimmed sunglasses, Muromachi swaggered towards the basketball court. As a prodigy of Yamabuki, he naturally enjoyed privileges that others didn't.

And everyone was already used to it.

Even the third-year team members looked at Muromachi with a serious expression. Sure enough, in the match that followed, Muromachi fought a fierce and evenly matched game against a third-year team member.

finally.

After a period of intense confrontation, Muromachi suddenly launched a surprise attack, leaping forward like a stray arrow.

Tap tap!

Seeing the rapidly approaching figure, the third-year player panicked. However, Muromachi gave him no time to react, and swung his racket after moving to the net.

Bang!

A crisp sound.

The tennis ball fell rapidly along the side, then bounced off the ground in the man's incredulous gaze.

"hiss!"

"Truly worthy of Muromachi!"

"Yeah, only the starting players can stop this kind of fast-paced attack, right?"

The crowd was buzzing with discussion.

Muromachi pressed his advantage, using fast breaks to suppress his opponent and ultimately win the match.

"Hey."