My Prince of Tennis has a high proficiency level.

He felt the frailty of the body and sighed inwardly. If he had trained to a level that, let alone Sanada's, even Momoshiro from the original story wouldn't be so frustrated.

This strengthened his resolve to become stronger.

A fall into a pit, a gain in your wit.

Although he had gotten rid of the trouble, he remained cautious, fearing that the men from before might be unwilling to give up and might ambush him somewhere ahead.

In reality, Akutsu's intimidating presence was too strong. Those people fled almost without looking back, not daring to linger at all.

then.

Shibukawa returned safely to his home in an ordinary apartment in the working-class district of Kuwata-cho.

The original owner's background was not complicated.

His father died in a car accident when he was young, and his mother used the compensation money from the accident to open a bakery. After deducting expenses, they could barely make ends meet.

But after traveling through time, Shechuan knew very well how difficult this was for a single mother.

In the room, which is less than 60 square meters, there is only one old-fashioned sofa that has been washed until it is faded, and a small-screen plasma TV that is about ten years old.

In addition to the old-fashioned washing machine in the bathroom and the new air conditioner in the original owner's room, there were no other large furniture or appliances.

Moreover, according to the original owner's memories, that new air conditioner was bought for him last summer when he was entering junior high school. He lied out of envy, saying that "the weather is too hot and it affects my study," and his mother bought it for him without hesitation.

As for the other person, they hesitate for a long time even when buying themselves a new piece of clothing.

"That damned motherly love..."

After putting down his schoolbag and tennis bag, Shibukawa saw the bento box and note on the table and couldn't help but sigh.

The original owner didn't understand.

But he knew very well that this seemingly simple bento box contained a heavy weight of love.

If he was somewhat confused when he first traveled through time, his goal is now much clearer.

We must play tennis!

And...we need to make a name for ourselves!

...

After dinner.

After briefly reviewing his second-year junior high school coursework, Shechuan changed into some light clothing and went downstairs for a night run.

Now that he has this cheat code, it would be a waste not to make good use of it. And his body is indeed too thin and weak, which puts him at a disadvantage compared to others. If he doesn't use the time others spend resting to train extra, how can he catch up with those geniuses?

soon.

After warming up, Shibukawa went for a night run around the streets near his apartment.

For him, running not only improves cardiovascular fitness but also gently revitalizes his body.

Also.

Shechuan had other ideas for this night run.

Complete one basic run.

[Running experience +1]

Current running level Lv0 (6/10)

"coming!"

After completing a 100-meter night run at a pace of 6 minutes per minute, a clear set of data emerged in Shechuan's mind.

Just as he expected.

The proficiency system is working again.

This allowed him to activate the second skill after [Swing].

Chapter 5 Change

Having gained previous experience with the swing.

Shechuan's current plan is to trigger as many new skills as possible and quickly improve his basic abilities using the proficiency system.

that's it.

He watched as his running proficiency improved, carefully sensing the changes in his body. Only when his legs felt like lead, and he could barely lift them, did he return home.

Mother has not returned yet.

Exhausted, Shibukawa took a shower and went to bed.

the other side.

Inside Yumi Bakery in Kuwatacho Shopping Street, a woman with long, flaxen hair tied up, fair skin, and a beautiful face is carefully cleaning the bread-making tools.

At this time.

The shop door was pushed open.

A woman with short, coffee-colored hair and delicate features walked in, carrying a handbag.

"Aren't you done yet, Yumi-nee?"

"It's Yuki."

Upon seeing the visitor, the bakery manager, Yumi Shibukawa, said somewhat apologetically, "I'm so sorry that you come to help out every day."

"What do you mean by helping or not helping?"

The woman, Akutsu Yuki, who works at the coffee shop next door, laughed and said, "If it weren't for you guys, Yumi-nee, Ren and I would have starved to death on the streets long ago."

original.

Yuki Akutsu, also a single mother, was originally a fiery and rebellious young woman. Young and naive, she unwittingly had a child with her boyfriend.

As a result, before Akutsu was even born, that scumbag had already disappeared.

Yuki was already in despair at that time.

It was around that time that Shibukawa's family learned of her situation and offered her a great deal of help. Later, Shibukawa's father died in a car accident, and Yumi became a single mother. Sharing similar experiences, the two became inseparable sisters.

Yumi also takes good care of Yuki on a daily basis. She often lets Yuki take bread from the shop home, and Yuki doesn't want to take it for free, so she helps clean up after get off work every day.

She put down her handbag, skillfully put on her apron, and began to tidy up.

With Yuki's help, Yumi's cleaning time was greatly reduced. Before long, the two had finished tidying up the bakery. Yumi changed her clothes and picked up the beautifully packaged gift bag from the table.

"Huh? Yumi-nee, what's going on?"

Yuki looked surprised, but then, as if she had thought of something, she smiled meaningfully: "Looks like it's another gift from one of your suitors, isn't it?"

"Don't talk nonsense."

Yumi shook her head repeatedly. Seeing her best friend's disbelieving look, she had no choice but to explain, "The sports store near the street was having a sale today, so I bought some sweatbands for Shin's tennis rackets."

"So that's how it is."

Yuki gave an awkward laugh.

I almost made a huge blunder.

"That child is naturally introverted."

Yumi sighed and said, "I hope playing tennis can change his personality. Putting everything else aside, I would be very satisfied if he had half of Ren's cheerfulness."

"Huh? Him? Kailang?"

Yuki looked on in astonishment upon hearing this.

She knew her son's personality better than anyone. But then again, Akutsu's personality and physical talent certainly meant he didn't suffer much outside.

However, an overly arrogant personality, once it goes too far, can easily bring trouble to Akutsu.

Thinking of this, Yuki's gaze fell on Yumi's gift bag.

"Tennis? That's a good choice."

Yuki thought to herself.

She didn't want her son to make a name for himself; she just wanted to give him something to do.

The two chatted the whole way.

They chatted about their work and their thoughts on their children's future. Before long, they arrived near the apartment and went home.

"Ok?"

However, when Yumi habitually turned on the living room light, she couldn't help but pause in surprise.

"This is......"

As expected, the messy dining table was cleaned up very well, and the kitchen was also cleaned.

Yumi felt a surge of relief. Her tired body and mind, exhausted from a long day, felt much lighter.

...

Ring ring ring.

The next day.

The alarm clock in Shibukawa's room kept ringing.

Yumi next door was also woken up, but to her surprise, the door to Shibukawa's room opened after the alarm clock was turned off. Normally, he would stay in bed for at least another half hour.

To her even greater surprise, after washing up, Shechuan went on a rampage in the kitchen. Just as she was starting to worry, the aroma of fried eggs wafted into her room.

"What...is wrong with this child?"

She really wanted to go out and see what was going on, but she was afraid of disturbing the other person. If she scared Shibukawa, given his introverted personality, he would probably become even more withdrawn.

But soon.

Less than 10 minutes later.

She then heard a bang, the sound of the other person closing the door and leaving.

"This child..."

Yumi tiptoed out of bed, slightly opened the door a crack, and peeked outside.

The living room was quiet.

There appeared to be a breakfast of eggs, milk, and bread on the table. Curious, she went out of the room and into the kitchen, finding the stove clean and the frying pan and other utensils back in their original places.

If she hadn't heard the commotion and seen the still-warm breakfast on the table, she might have even wondered if she was hallucinating.

"Huh? What's this?"

Then.

Back in the living room, Yumi found a note on the table. The tennis racket sweatband she'd left there yesterday was gone.

'Thanks.'

When she saw what was written on the note, she froze, and tears almost welled up in her eyes.

"Ashin...you've finally...grown up!"

At this moment.

The pain and despair she felt after running away from home to be with her husband, the pain and despair he experienced after his accidental car accident, and the hardships of raising her child alone all these years were all smoothed over by those two simple words in front of her.

But then...

Yumi became even more curious about what had happened to Shibukawa.

"Could it be tennis?"

The thought that the sweatband she had bought had been taken by the other party stirred something within her.

"If it really is tennis..."

A thought inexplicably popped into her mind: "I wonder if this child can gain their approval."

Thinking of this, Yumi couldn't help but picture the face of a middle-aged man covered in wrinkles.

Thirteen years have already passed.