My Prince of Tennis has a high proficiency level.

And so it was Friday again.

Similar to the intense practice in Yamabuki, in another area about 30 kilometers away from Yamabuki, the Seishun Academy team, which won second place in last year's tournament, is also practicing diligently.

"Are you sure?"

Near the stadium, several teenagers wearing gradient blue jackets were whispering amongst themselves.

"There's no mistake, the choice for minister is definitely Tezuka."

"Nonsense, who else could be the next captain but Tezuka? You know, even Captain Yamazaki is no match for Tezuka."

"And what about the deputy minister?"

"Inui? Fuji or Oishi?"

Several people's gossipy spirits were ignited.

Not far away.

Several Seigaku regulars, wearing blue and white jackets, were performing a difficult pinpoint shot.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

The sound of the ball being struck continued.

On the court, a handsome young man with long brown hair gracefully swung his racket. The tennis ball shot out sharply, landing precisely on both sides and in the middle of the baseline.

"nice shot!"

Exclamations of admiration rose from the crowd outside the arena.

The brown-haired boy on the court didn't seem to care, as if he had done something insignificant. He put away his racket, smiled, and left the court.

"Absolutely the best."

On the sidelines of the court, a boy with spiky hair and wearing opaque white glasses was scribbling in a notebook, as if he were recording something.

"Fuji-senpai is still strong."

Outside the court, the first-year students watched the brown-haired boy leave the court with expressions of admiration.

Fuji Syusuke.

13 is old.

Second year of junior high school at Seishun Gakuen.

Because of his exceptional tennis talent, he is known as the "Seigaku Genius." His overall skill level is also outstanding, placing him among the top players in the Kanto region.

"By the way, is Fuji-senpai really not going to become the vice-captain?"

In the crowd, a handsome young man with short black hair scratched his head and said with some confusion, "I'm afraid only Tezuka-senpai can surpass him in strength, right?"

"Tch, idiot."

Upon hearing this, the boy wearing a dark green headscarf scoffed, "Momoshiro, you don't actually think that whoever is the strongest gets the vice minister position, do you?"

"Damn viper, say that again?"

The short-haired boy's eyes widened in anger as he glared at the other person: "I think you want to fight."

"Fight if you want! Who's afraid of who!"

The boy with the dark green headscarf raised his eyebrows slightly and met his gaze without fear.

Takeshi Momoshiro and Kaoru Haitang.

12 is old.

A freshman at Seishun Academy.

They are the two most talented newcomers at Seigaku this year, but they don't get along at all and are always at odds with each other.

"No need to guess, the candidate is definitely Daishi."

At this moment, a boy with a playful tone and orange-red hair parted in the middle and curled up on both sides raised a finger and winked at the two of them.

"W-Why, Kikumaru-senpai?"

Momoshiro and Kaidou looked at Kikumaru Eiji, the boy wearing a Seigaku regular pick jacket, with confusion.

"It's very simple."

Kikumaru said with a smile, "Because Oishi is Tezuka's little tagalong. And haven't you noticed that since the beginning of this semester, Ryuzaki-sensei and Captain Yamazaki have been leaving team matters to Tezuka and Oishi?"

"That's true."

The two nodded thoughtfully.

"Do not worry."

Kikumaru patted the two on the shoulders and laughed, "With your talent, you'll definitely be regulars next year."

"The starting lineup?"

Upon hearing this...

Momoshiro and Haitang seemed to have a fighting spirit burning in their eyes, and they subconsciously clenched their fists. But when their eyes met, they both snorted and turned their heads away.

"These two lads have been honing each other like this, and they'll definitely be able to become key players for the team next year."

From the crowd, a square-faced boy with light gray hair spoke loudly.

Yamazaki.

14 is old.

A third-year junior high student at Seishun Academy, and the captain of the tennis club.

Looking at the various scenes of the tennis club in front of him, Yamazaki felt a little regretful for not being able to lead the team to the national tournament, but he was still very gratified.

The successor to the team's captain was designated by the former captain, Yamato, a year ago. If it weren't for concerns about the candidate's young age and lack of prestige, he wouldn't have been chosen as captain.

The other party is not only strong, but also mature and has a good overall perspective, making them fully capable of serving as a pillar of Seigaku.

Several of the other second-year team members also showed promising talent and were fully capable of standing on their own. It's just that there were relatively few geniuses among the first-year students, only Momoshiro and Kaidou.

"Oh, right."

After a pause, as if remembering something, Yamazaki suddenly turned his head curiously and glanced at the boy who had just left the court: "Fuji, I remember your younger brother is also a first-year student, right? What, didn't he join the tennis club?"

"Um... Yuta?"

As if remembering something, Fuji's expression became slightly unnatural for a moment. Then, he shook his head and said, "He has already transferred schools."

Fuji couldn't help but feel a little sad when he thought of his younger brother who had secretly transferred to a tennis academy behind his back.

The two brothers used to have a very good relationship.

But ever since his younger brother, Fuji Yuuta, started junior high school, the two of them suddenly started communicating less. He had originally planned to have a proper talk with him after the Kanto Tournament ended, when he had time.

Unexpectedly, my younger brother disappeared during the summer vacation.

Fuji had assumed the other person was going on a school trip, but it turned out they had transferred schools. Moreover, they had transferred to a tennis academy.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

In a corner of the stadium.

Tezuka, who had already changed into his Seigaku regular player jacket, was practicing in front of the wall.

He hits the ball very fast, but he is able to hit it accurately and calmly every time.

now.

Tezuka couldn't help but recall the game he had played against that Yamabuki player at the Seishundai Club last weekend.

He was calm and composed, and his approach was steady. He didn't dwell on the wins or losses of the past two times.

but.

Ever since losing that point, Tezuka had a very strange feeling. When he practiced, the image of that boy's fierce and decisive tennis would often appear in his mind.

The whole process seemed long, but it was over in just a few minutes. Looking back now, no matter how you look at it, it was incredibly coincidental that the other person won.

Stalemate.

To test the waters.

Short ball.

smash.

As if each step was intricately linked, Tezuka was led step by step into the final deadly trap. In particular, the final smash that struck the white rope of the blocking net was the fatal blow.

If you happen to hit the blocking net, the opponent will definitely not win that point.

and so.

The problem is coming.

Was that spike really just a coincidence?!

boom!

Thinking of this.

Tezuka's strength became unusually uncontrollable, and the tennis ball, accompanied by explosive spinning, shot out and slammed into the wall with a loud bang.

hiss hiss hiss...

But the spin on the tennis ball was so intense that it slowly ground itself into the hard wall, eventually embedding itself in it.

"Tezuka, what's wrong?"

At this time.

A boy with an egg-shaped haircut, wearing a jersey, walked over and looked at the tennis ball on the wall with a surprised expression.

Shuichiro Oishi.

13 is old.

Second year of junior high school at Seishun Gakuen.

Oishi, who had followed Tezuka since their first year, wasn't surprised that his opponent could hit such a powerful shot. What puzzled him was why his opponent's power had suddenly gone berserk.

"nothing."

Tezuka shook his head.

But his curiosity grew stronger, and once the seed of doubt was planted, it began to take root and sprout.

"I see."

Daishi nodded, but a strange emotion arose in his heart.

In his mind, Tezuka had always been that flawless, charismatic young man. Ever since the two made a pact to reach the national tournament together, Oishi had been preparing for it.

but.

Just now, he actually saw a hint of hesitation in Tezuka's tennis.

illusion!

It must be your imagination!

Daishi comforted himself.

Tezuka then began training against the wall.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

The rhythmic sound of the ball being struck rang out again.

On the second floor of the teaching building not far away, in the office of the math teachers, a woman wearing a pink coat, with deep wrinkles around her eyes, stood with her arms crossed, looking at the scene before her with satisfaction.