My Prince of Tennis has a high proficiency level.

[Identity: Second-year student at Yamabuki Junior High School, member of the tennis team]

[Five Dimensions: Speed ​​3, Strength 3, Stamina 3, Technique 1, Mental Strength 2, Total 12]

[Skills: None]

[Abilities: ① Beast Physique Lv3, ② ? ? ? (Not activated)]

[Potential: SS+]

[Cultivation sites: 3]

[Optional training paths: ① Super Offensive (+++), ② Super Explosive (+++), ③ All-Round (++), ④ Defensive (+)]

[Recommended routes: High-offense or high-burst build]

[Training Recommendations: This player possesses top-tier physical talent and can easily master any sport. Considering his personality, an offensive style is recommended. It is suggested to increase physical training while strengthening technical skills and exploring potential untapped abilities.]

SS+ level potential.

Among the character data currently available in Shechuan, he is undoubtedly in the top tier.

Even if you put Akutsu in the original Prince of Tennis world, there wouldn't be more than three people with more talent than him. Two of them are super-powerful characters who were born with cheat codes.

It's safe to say that if Akutsu is trained normally, he should be able to sweep the field before next year's national tournament.

By then, apart from a few freaks who might explode under extreme pressure, no one will be able to suppress him.

As for Shibukawa, if he didn't have a proficiency panel, he wouldn't be confident that he could subdue such a monster-level opponent.

But now, with Shibukawa acquiring more and more skills, given enough time, cheating is no different from drinking water for him.

Akutsu can't catch up with him now; his success will be if he can just keep up with him in the future.

"but."

After a pause, Shibukawa raised his head, his gaze sweeping over the crowd playing the game and landing on a corner of the field.

Sengoku practiced facing the wall with a blank expression. At this moment, he exuded a strong aura that kept strangers at bay; no one dared to approach him within a 5-meter radius.

"He must be feeling terrible after losing to me and Akutsu in a row."

Compared to Akutsu, Sengoku, with his A+ talent, is indeed not as impressive. But precisely because of this, for Shibukawa, Sengoku is the key figure who influences Yamabuki's overall strength.

Including Rikkai University, none of the junior high school teams in the original story had an absolutely invincible lineup. Therefore, the "bucket theory" of making up for weaknesses is always relevant.

Moreover, in the original story, Sengoku only realized his mistake after being defeated by two different second-year students in a row. There's still plenty of time; even if he changes his tennis style, it's entirely possible.

Thinking of this, Shechuan stood up and, without anyone noticing, walked towards the old man on the outer edge of the crowd, who had his hands behind his back and a kind smile on his face.

Although Shibukawa's target was Sengoku, he knew very well that, given the other party's current fragile ego, Shibukawa himself was not the most suitable negotiating partner.

In contrast, the elderly man in the original work who had in-depth knowledge of psychology was a more suitable candidate.

"Oh?"

After a while.

Upon hearing Shibukawa's request, Banta slightly opened his narrowed eyes and looked at him with considerable surprise: "You want to suggest that Sengoku change his playing style?"

Chapter 70 Boxing and Tennis

Not long after.

Sengoku fought another battle.

This time, his opponent was an ordinary third-year student. In less than 10 minutes, Sengoku defeated his opponent, adding another point to his tally.

This absolutely dominant score also proved to others that it wasn't that Sengoku wasn't strong enough, but rather that Akutsu's talent was terrifying.

Of course, Sengoku himself wouldn't bother to explain.

Having been defeated by Shibukawa and Akutsu in succession, he would rather spend that time training than explain himself to others.

However, when he returned to his original training location, there was a figure waiting there.

"Teacher Banda?"

Upon seeing the kind old man standing before him, Sengoku paused slightly. Instinctively, the old man's words of encouragement to him when he first joined the tennis club flashed through his mind.

"Sengoku, you have great talent, especially in your ability to anticipate the trajectory of tennis balls. Many national-level players aren't as good as you."

However, the greater the talent, the less one should rely on it excessively. A player's most fundamental skill lies in their basic abilities; don't be misled by appearances.

'Go train. I hope you can bring about a different change in Yamabuki.'

...

The old man's earnest teachings resonated in Qian Shi's heart. Looking back now, every word he uttered was invaluable advice. If he had been able to grasp it at the time, he probably wouldn't have suffered such a series of defeats recently.

Unfortunately, Sengoku was full of youthful vigor back then. He completely ignored Banta's advice. At that time, apart from the third-year regulars, no one could suppress Yamabuki.

Among the second-year students, only Uesugi was stronger than him. Among the newcomers of the same age, Sengoku was undoubtedly the best.

In the blink of an eye, a year and a half has passed.

As time passed and he looked back on everything, when Sengoku looked at the old man in front of him again, a hint of avoidance flashed in his eyes.

Banta, who had been observing the boy's reaction, naturally noticed the change in his emotions. Instead of lecturing him, he said, "You played very well just now."

"But I still lost..."

Sengoku was somewhat downcast.

He would never show this expression in front of others, a man of strong character. Only in front of Banta, this gentle old man who seemed like a kind grandfather next door, could he reveal his weariness and vulnerability.

"It's ok."

Banda smiled and shook his head, saying, "It's just a match. Losing to your opponent doesn't mean you're not suited to playing tennis. Besides, in my opinion, you're not the kind of person who would be defeated by something like this."

"I......"

Sengoku opened his mouth but didn't say anything, though his heart was filled with emotion.

As Yamabuki's coach, the other party has the right to lecture him. Especially since he wasted his talent and spent his time on 'other' things, even if Banta disciplined him, no one else, not even Sengoku himself, would think there was anything wrong with it.

But Banta did not do that.

The other person was the same old man who had approached him with a smile more than a year ago when he had just joined the Yamabuki Junior High Tennis Club.

When others didn't believe in him and thought he was reaping what he sowed, wasting his talent, Banta still encouraged him and trusted him.

This filled Sengoku with intense regret. If he had listened to the other person back then, the situation would be completely different now.

"Losing is not a heinous crime. On the contrary, if you can learn from your mistakes and improve, you are already better than many others."

Bantian continued to comfort him, "With your talent, as long as you focus on training, it's only a matter of time before your strength improves. The problem is, you need to find a path that suits you."

Ok?

Upon hearing this, Sengoku immediately perked up.

"Teacher, do you mean...?"

"Everyone has their own tennis style. People who are meticulous and conservative are not suitable for playing offensive tennis. People who are flamboyant and self-centered are not suitable for doubles."

Banta smiled and looked at Sengoku: "You have excellent athletic talent, and you also have a keen eye for spotting your opponent's weaknesses. Therefore, what you need is not an aggressive playing style, nor a protracted battle with your opponent."

"Thousand Stones."

Just as Sengoku was seriously considering the meaning behind Banta's words, the other party smiled and said, "Would you be interested in trying 'boxing'?"

"Punch, boxing?"

Sengoku was stunned for a moment. Immediately, an image flashed in his mind of a ring-shaped platform, half a person's height off the ground. Two young men with buzz cuts and wearing shorts were leaping and swaying their upper bodies, launching fierce attacks on their opponent in a brutal, hand-to-hand combat.

Immediately, his adrenaline surged again, and a strong glint appeared in his eyes.

"Here, take this."

At that moment, Banta handed him a slip of paper with an address written on it.

"This is a boxing gym opened by one of my former students. You can give it a try. It won't take too long, a few weeks or a month, and I believe you will have unexpected gains."

"A boxing gym?"

As Sengoku took the note from Banta, a gleam of eager anticipation flashed in his eyes.

He had already missed one opportunity and didn't want to give up this one. Moreover, he had a strong intuition that he might actually find something uniquely his own in boxing.

He immediately bowed to Bantian Fukashi to express his gratitude. The latter smiled, waved his hand, offered a few more words of encouragement, and then left.

However, as he left, Banta's gaze swept to the corner where a black-haired boy was earnestly practicing his swing.

"I hope your suggestion is right, kid. Otherwise, this old man will be embarrassed."

As the thought crossed his mind, Bantian couldn't help but laugh.

Although he wasn't sure if Sengoku was suited to using boxing to inspire tennis, he trusted Shibukawa. As the captain of the Yamabuki team, he genuinely cared about the players.

Even if he was really wrong, Banta was willing to take the responsibility for the other party.

......

evening.

After packing his things, Sengoku left the school and, following the address given to him by Banta, arrived at a multi-story building near Yamabuki.

The first floor is a ramen shop that stays open until late at night.

The second floor displays the name "Murata Boxing Gym" using LED lights that are about half a person's height. When Sengoku went up to the second floor, the pretty receptionist with a high ponytail saw the new customer and her eyes lit up. She immediately stood up with a smile.

"Welcome! How can I help you?"

The girl was very pretty, with a small face, a pointed chin, and slender eyebrows that resembled willow leaves. Her smile gave people a very refreshing feeling.

In the past, Sengoku would have gone to great lengths to get her phone number, even resorting to shameless tactics. But lately, he had suffered a significant setback and was determined to become stronger, and women would undoubtedly only hinder his ability to draw his sword.

"Hello."

Suppressing his emotions, Sengoku tried to put on a relatively gentle smile: "I'm looking for Mr. Nakamura. Um, just say that Mr. Banta introduced me."

"Ok."

The girl smiled sweetly, but as she turned to leave, Sengoku heard a soft mutter, "How come it's that Banta-sensei who introduced her again?"

Ok?

Sengoku was puzzled, but he didn't voice it.

Soon, a young man with a buzz cut and a muscular physique, wearing a black vest, appeared with the girl.

"You're Mr. Nakamura?"

"My name is Ryuichi Suzuki, and I am a student of Master Nakamura."

The newcomer glanced at Sengoku and said, "You must be the Sengoku student that Mr. Banta introduced. Come with me."

After saying that, he gestured for Sengoku to follow, while Suzuki walked ahead.

Sengoku followed, his expression shifting slightly as he looked at the other man's broad shoulders and the taut muscles in his calves as he walked.

He considered himself to have a good physique, but compared to the other person's body, which contained explosive power, he was not in the same league at all.

This further solidified Sengoku's belief that boxing training could transform his tennis style.

soon.

Suzuki then led Sengoku to the changing room and handed him a set of clean clothes: "These are training clothes for ordinary students. The instructor isn't here, so you can train with other people. You can also ask the coach or senior students for help."

Is it a free-range training method?

Sengoku paused for a moment, then nodded to indicate that he understood. After all, he had been introduced without paying, and the other party was only being so patient in explaining things, mostly because of Banda's influence.

He then went into the locker room, took the number tag that was in the bag of clothes Suzuki had given him, and found the locker where he kept his belongings.

After changing into his training clothes, Sengoku walked into the hall.

The venue is spacious enough to accommodate two standard boxing rings side by side. The rings are more than four meters apart, which is enough for coaches to lead their students around without feeling cramped or bumping into someone when they turn around.

People are practicing in the boxing ring.

Most people were practicing basic movements with the coach, while another group gathered in the punching bag area, practicing boxing in a very professional manner.

The moment Sengoku stepped into the hall, he was greeted by a cacophony of thuds as sandbags were struck, along with the occasional sounds of the coaches.

"Kick higher!"