My Prince of Tennis has a high proficiency level.

"what?"

At this time.

He saw Muromachi holding a racket and walking towards the practice area, and exclaimed in surprise, "Isn't Muromachi a first-year student?"

"That Muromachi guy isn't your average first-year student."

The first-year teammate next to him explained, "His strength is already enough to suppress many second-year and even third-year seniors. Therefore, he was also the first first-year to qualify for the practice match."

"So that's how it is."

Yuta nodded, his expression turning somewhat strange as he looked at Muromachi. It turned out that the person Muromachi had mentioned earlier, the one who broke the rules, was actually himself.

"Fuji-kun".

At that moment, the first-year team member suddenly said, "You were introduced by Minister Shechuan, so you must be very strong. How about it, do you want to give it a try?"

"Me? Is that okay?"

Yuta was immediately tempted.

He has a straightforward personality; otherwise, he wouldn't have left Seigaku so decisively and then come to Yamabuki after being invited by Shibukawa.

Do it when you think of it.

Immediately, he stood up, went under the barbed wire fence, took out his racket from his bag, and walked into a court where a match had just ended.

Upon seeing him, the expressions of the second and third-year students on the field changed slightly.

They're not stupid.

The fact that Shechuan took the initiative to introduce the young man suggests he's quite capable. However, with so many players on the team, there's certainly no shortage of overly confident individuals.

Then a thin-faced second-year student stood up, smiled, and said, "Let me play with you."

"Please give me your guidance, senior."

Yuta behaved very humbly and politely.

He was new to the area and was very aware of his role as a newcomer. Moreover, Yamabuki's ranking was far higher than Sarujima's, so even though none of the people in front of him were regulars, he didn't dare to underestimate them.

soon.

Game start.

The second-year team members didn't take their opponents seriously at first, thinking they could defeat them with only 60-70% of their strength.

As a result, less than two minutes into the match, he started sweating profusely.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

In contrast, Yuta.

After adapting to the atmosphere of Yamabuki, they quickly got into the game mode. From the initial probing, they swiftly shifted to an offensive stance.

How could a second-year student be a match for him?

In the blink of an eye, he had beaten them so badly that they were on the verge of collapse and in a sorry state.

Bang!

Less than 15 minutes.

The second-year team members were defeated by Yuta 6-0.

"hiss......"

After the referee announced the start of the match, a collective gasp filled the arena. Whether it was the second and third-year students or the first-year students who had initially encouraged Yuta to play, they all stared at him as if he were a monster.

"This first-year student...is incredibly strong!"

"This level of strength... even Muromachi wouldn't be much better, would he?"

"No wonder Minister Shekawa took the initiative to introduce him; with this kind of talent, he'll definitely be a regular next year!"

The crowd was buzzing with discussion.

Not far away, Muromachi, inside the stadium, also turned his head and looked sharply at Yuta.

Muromachi's classmate was even stronger than he had imagined!

"call!"

At the same time, after defeating his opponent, Yuta breathed a long sigh of relief and completely relaxed.

Swish!

immediately.

Amidst the astonished gazes of those around him, he smiled and looked at the second and third-year team members: "Seniors, who's next?"

How arrogant!

The expressions of the second and third-year team members changed.

This kid doesn't even plan to rest after finishing one game; he wants to play another one. He's incredibly arrogant.

Immediately, this attracted the attention of some people who couldn't stand it and stood up.

However, they underestimated Yuta's strength. Yuta then played three consecutive matches, defeating his opponent with scores of 6-0, 6-1, and 6-2 respectively, completely stunning everyone.

"They played four games in a row and won them all?"

Muromachi's expression changed.

He hadn't realized that he had underestimated his new deskmate.

Looking at Yuta, who was panting heavily, he secretly guessed that if his physical fitness hadn't declined so much, Yuta could probably have swept through the second and third-year students on that field.

Even so, the way people looked at him became one of awe.

On the tennis court, skill reigns supreme.

Shibukawa, who had just defeated former minister Uesugi Yamabuki through a direct challenge, believed in this very principle.

"Another freak."

Not far away, at the venue where the regular selection was being held, someone couldn't help but sigh, "These days, Yamabuki is becoming more and more incomprehensible."

"Hehe, what does that have to do with us?"

A third-year student, a regular member of the team, said with ill intent, "Anyway, we're graduating soon, so no matter how many freaks there are, it has nothing to do with us."

Today's mountain blowing.

The second-year starters include Shibukawa, Minami, Sengoku, Touhou, and Shintomi Inakichi, who teams up with another third-year starter in doubles.

Of the eight selected players, only three remained from the third year.

Apart from Shibukawa and Sengoku, the two main players who were very confident in their abilities, everyone, including the vice-minister Minami, looked at Yuta with growing apprehension.

"With Fuji and Muromachi... hmm, the next school selection tournament won't be easy."

Dongfang Yamei, with her slicked-back hair, rubbed her temples, looking a bit of a headache.

"Yes."

Shintomi, with his mushroom-shaped haircut, also looked somewhat serious.

With their abilities, even without much training, they would have easily secured a starting spot in next season.

However, with the rise of Shibukawa, the covetous gaze of Muromachi, and the arrival of this ridiculously strong newcomer, their positions are clearly in jeopardy.

"Well."

Unlike the two.

As the vice-captain, Minami's gaze involuntarily shifted to one side of the court after witnessing Yuta's astonishing performance. There, a black-haired boy seemed to have vanished, almost invisible.

Observe the beginning of the month.

This second-year student seems to have a close relationship with Shechuan.

The other party seemed far more dangerous to him than the currently astonishing Fuji Yuta.

"Ok?"

At this time.

It looked like I saw something.

Nan suddenly stiffened, her gaze fixed on the black-haired boy who was slowly walking out from the edge of the crowd not far away.

At that moment, the opponent curled a strand of hair from their forehead with one finger, while in their other hand, a racket appeared out of nowhere.

"Could it be...?"

Realizing what the other party was about to do, Nan's expression immediately turned serious.

really.

Amidst the astonished and shocked gazes of those around her, Mizuki slowly walked to the edge of the field where the main players were located.

"Everyone."

Then, under the wary and solemn gazes of the regulars, Mizuki smiled and said, "As a newcomer, I'd like to know the strength of the Yamabuki regulars. I think... you won't mind, will you?"

This statement came out.

Dongfang, Xindumi, and others immediately became highly vigilant.

Even the other two third-year regulars had an unprecedentedly serious expression on their faces.

Previously, Fuji Yuuta swept aside four non-regular members. And this guy named Mizuki doesn't seem like someone to be trifled with either.

Swish!

however.

Before anyone could react, Mizuki suddenly raised her racket and struck one of the third-year regulars. The latter was startled and instinctively tried to speak.

Unexpectedly, Mizuki slowly moved the racket in her hand, sweeping it over each of the starting players.

finally.

Under the shocked gazes of everyone, the focus fell on the calm-faced orange-haired boy standing next to Vice Minister Nan.

Chapter 56 The Script Inside and Outside the Stadium

"He actually wants to challenge Sengoku?"

After a brief silence, someone couldn't help but exclaim.

Swish!

next moment.

Sengoku looked up at the black-haired boy who was smiling at him.

"That's interesting."

Outside the stadium.

Banta, who appeared out of nowhere, watched the scene before him with great interest.

He didn't expect that this new second-year student would immediately set his sights on Yamabuki's previous strongest genius.

Is it ignorance and fearlessness?

Banda shook his head; he didn't think so.

On the contrary, in his view, the second-year student named Mizuki in front of him was clearly prepared.

and.

Judging from the way the other party and Shibukawa were talking, the two seemed to have known each other before.

"First it was the exceptionally talented Fuji Yuuta, and now even Mizuki has taken the initiative to make a move."

Thinking of this, Banta stroked his chin, appearing thoughtful. As his thoughts wandered, his gaze drifted to the black-haired boy outside the crowd, quietly observing everything unfold—the current captain of Yamabuki.

I can tell.