My Prince of Tennis has a high proficiency level.

A victorious Muromachi smugly touched his nose and confidently walked towards the net: "Don't be discouraged, senpai. It's not that you're weak, it's that I'm too strong!"

"you......"

Seeing the opponent's smug look, the 1.8-meter-tall third-year student's face flushed red. He wanted to say something, but the fierce posture of Muromachi's fast break just now flashed through his mind, and he swallowed it back.

"Tsk tsk."

Seeing his opponent's expression, Muromachi's smile grew even brighter. He put his hands behind his back, placed the racket on his shoulder, turned and walked away with a flourish, leaving behind countless envious glances.

"It does look very strong. If it were me, I probably wouldn't even get a single point."

Among the crowd, Shechuan's eyes revealed a solemn expression.

Despite having a cheat code like the proficiency system, he knew very well that he and Muromachi were not even in the same league.

Not to mention Muromachi, he couldn't even beat that third-year senior.

But he didn't lose heart; instead, he turned that pressure into motivation for training. He then continued practicing his swings, increasing the number of repetitions as much as possible while ensuring he was performing the correct form.

Shechuan sets his swings to 20 times per set, resting for 10 minutes after every two sets to relieve arm fatigue and injury.

He didn't want to develop the injuries of a master before he had even mastered the skill.

...

Tick ​​tock!

Tick ​​tock!

in the corner.

Shibukawa watched as the proficiency indicator gradually turned transparent, and slowly exhaled a breath of stale air.

now.

His bangs, which covered his eyes, were soaked with sweat. Sweat dripped from his hair onto the ground.

"Why has Shibukawa suddenly become so diligent?"

"They were probably provoked by Muromachi."

"Unfortunately, the gap between ordinary people and geniuses is not so easy to bridge."

"Yes, and just practicing swinging the racket is completely meaningless in actual combat."

Even though Shibukawa's presence was minimal, he still managed to get noticed by others. However, for this perennial underachiever, people only glanced at him once before turning their heads away.

Kentaro Minami also noticed this, and his opinion was similar.

In his view, Shibukawa might just have been temporarily stimulated, suddenly increasing the intensity of his training. Once his body couldn't take it anymore, or even after tomorrow, he would return to his original state.

Therefore, he didn't pay much attention to it. Moreover, as a regular player, he also needed to spend time training.

Even though Yamabuki missed this year's national tournament, as the vice-captain, he still has a strong ambition to lead the team into next year's national tournament.

that's it.

Shechuan has once again become a nobody.

He was happy to see this result and focused on his training.

...

[Complete a basic swing]

[Swing Experience +1]

[Current swing level Lv3 (244/500)]

at last.

Before sunset.

Shechuan used all his strength and maintained a steady posture to complete his final swing.

"It's reached its limit."

Feeling intense soreness and increasing pain in his arms, Shibukawa stopped training.

It’s too late.

As his practice time increased, his swing efficiency decreased. Continuing would not only have minimal effect, but would also increase the burden on his body.

Looking around, there was no one else there but him.

Shibukawa returned to the locker room, changed his clothes, and put them in his bag along with his racket. Then he closed the door, briefly locked it before leaving the tennis club, and headed out of the school.

"Ok?"

only.

As he walked through the area between the school building and the tennis club, he saw several boys wearing Yamabuki school uniforms with brightly colored hair blocking his way.

"Yo, they've finally arrived."

The leader, a blond man with a face full of acne and a pointed, monkey-like face, looked over and grinned, saying, "Same as always, hand over all the money you have left today."

Trouble.

Looking at the group of delinquents in front of him, Shibukawa felt a sinking feeling in his heart.

In her memory, the original owner was timid and had almost no friends despite joining the tennis club. Several times when she went out alone, these people would stop her and demand money.

So the original owner learned her lesson and from then on, she basically left with the other members of the tennis club.

But he was so focused on training today that he completely forgot about this matter. Immediately, he began to think about it.

"These guys are basically all bullies who prey on the weak and fear the strong."

"Although bowing my head today may bring me a few days of low profile and safety, they will definitely think I am easy to bully and will become even more aggressive in the future."

"Why not teach them a lesson, an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth!"

Having made up his mind, Shibukawa deliberately showed a fearful expression on his face, pretended to tremble as he stepped forward, and opened his tennis bag as if to take out money.

But actually, he reached out and grabbed the racket. The moment he made contact, the familiar feeling from the afternoon training washed over him, giving Shibukawa a boost of confidence.

"Hehe, you see, I told you this kid is the most timid. He gives in as soon as he's scared."

Seeing Shechuan's actions, Huang Mao couldn't help but smile smugly. The others also smiled knowingly, some even planning what they would do with the money.

"Hey, you lot!"

But just then, a cold voice rang out.

Swish!

The group of men, who were about to succeed, immediately looked up in dissatisfaction. But when they saw who it was, the once arrogant and domineering men immediately wilted.

The blond-haired man swallowed hard, his voice trembling as he said, "A...Akuzu...how could it be this monster...?"

Chapter 4: Night Run, Activating a New Skill!

The newcomer stood with his hands in his pockets, his tall and straight figure resembling a javelin held upright. His short, gray-white hair was styled in a spiky manner, and his arrogant gaze exuded a chilling indifference.

Akutsu Jin.

Second year of junior high school in Yamabuki.

Despite being only 13 years old, he is already a fearsome figure both inside and outside of school.

The most classic battle was last spring, when Akutsu had just entered the junior high school of Yamabuki. Because of his fierce and arrogant eyes, he was targeted by several third-year delinquents.

Those men stopped him on the spot, intending to teach him a lesson in front of many people. At the same time, they also wanted to give the other newcomers a warning.

As a result, Akutsu easily dealt with the several tall, third-grade delinquents.

But the story doesn't end there.

Those people were not satisfied and brought a few friends to confront him, but they were stopped in time by community staff.

Since then, Akutsu has received a major demerit from the school for fighting and has also been severely criticized by his parents.

therefore.

When the most dangerous person in the entire Yamabuki district appeared, several delinquents who originally wanted to teach Shibukawa a lesson were immediately terrified and trembled, unable to speak coherently.

"Give it to me."

Akutsu walked slowly forward, hands in his pockets. His eyes, wide open at the corners, gleamed with a fierce, almost beast-like intensity, and casually swept over the thugs.

"What, do you want me to do it myself?"

Akutsu's voice wasn't loud, but his icy tone was like a thunderclap to the group, instantly making them tremble with fear.

"Here you go! Right away!!"

The blond-haired leader quickly returned the stolen items, and the group apologized repeatedly.

"Get lost."

Akutsu took the item and said calmly:

Immediately, the group agreed as if they had been granted a pardon. Without uttering a word, they made their escape as fast as they could.

Swish!

At this time.

Akutsu turned around and looked in the direction of Shibukawa.

Ok?

The latter's heart sank.

He knew very well just how terrifying this monster, whose physical talent in the original story was almost unparalleled, was. Especially considering the other party's arrogant personality and ruthless and vicious style.

If it were the same group of people as before, Shechuan would have focused on one person and attacked them relentlessly, hurting them badly. He probably could have intimidated them with his ferocity.

But Akutsu is different.

He had absolutely no confidence in dealing with this person. If he angered him, his fate today would likely be quite miserable.

Should we show weakness?

Shechuan rejected this idea almost immediately.

Even if he showed weakness, Akutsu might not let him off the hook.

Moreover, if he wants to achieve something in Yamabuki, Akutsu must join the team; once he shows weakness, it will be difficult to salvage his image.

Dry!

Never back down!

Thinking of this, Shibukawa gripped his racket tighter, his gaze becoming even more determined.

step.

Two steps.

Three steps.

...

however.

To his surprise, Akutsu didn't say a word until they passed each other.

Seeing this, Shibukawa did not hesitate and quickly left the area.

"interesting."

Just after he left, Akutsu, with his hands in his pockets, looked in the direction where his figure disappeared, a hint of surprise in his eyes: "That kid's eyes seem to be more than just simple."

"but."

He paused, shrugged, whistled, and muttered to himself, "I've completed the old woman's request. Now I should be able to have some peace and quiet."

Although somewhat surprised by the boy's reaction, Akutsu didn't take him to heart. If it weren't for that annoying old woman constantly pestering him, he wouldn't even be here.

the other side.

Even after leaving, Shibukawa was still somewhat shaken.

"Still too weak."