My Prince of Tennis has a high proficiency level.

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"You old stinky man."

In a corner of the Yamabuki playground, a gray-haired boy sitting on the grass frowned as he looked at the old man walking towards him: "I've already said it, I have no interest in tennis."

"is it?"

The newcomer, Banta, said with a smile, "But I don't think so. With your physical talent, Akutsu, you would definitely achieve extraordinary success if you used it in tennis."

"cut."

To everyone's surprise, Akutsu scoffed dismissively, "I have absolutely no interest in that kind of thing. And remember this, old man, don't ever mention this to me again, or else..."

He stood up, gave the old man a murderous look, and then turned and left.

"This kid..."

Looking at the other person's back, Bantian shook his head helplessly.

Despite possessing extraordinary talent, he showed no interest in any sport. Moreover, his violent temper was more rebellious than any junior high school student he had ever met.

He now understood why the other soccer and basketball clubs wouldn't recruit such a talented player as Akutsu. It seemed they were afraid of his personality.

Unfortunately, I have no other choice.

Bantian sighed.

While team tennis isn't something that can be solved simply by discovering a super talent, Akutsu became an inevitable option for Yamabuki, who were struggling in singles.

"but......"

With a sudden thought, Banta recalled the boy with long black bangs he had just met at the tennis club.

"We should also observe those first-year students more closely."

As a seasoned and accomplished coach, Banta is well aware that the team's transition period is the most critical time affecting its overall strength. If not handled properly, it's not impossible for Yamabuki's overall strength to decline compared to this year.

Beep beep!!

Just then, the screen of his phone, which was on the table, lit up. A new message appeared on his social media app.

"Are you back?"

Upon seeing the message, Banta immediately laughed: "In that case, the plan can probably be brought forward. Sengoku's talent is too good; we can't let him waste it."

...

The next day.

Yamabuki Tennis Club.

He mingled among the crowds in Sichuan for his daily training. Now, he has reached a level of proficiency in excellent-level swings, but he still has no clue about the next stage of his swing.

Fortunately, unlike Muromachi, who is usually a nobody in Yamabuki and has little presence, he is not the focus of the team's attention.

and.

Since he was already in second grade, he hadn't encountered any of the awful things that happened in Japanese schools, like bullying newcomers. This allowed him to develop more discreetly and accumulate his strength.

Clang!

but.

After a period of training, the calm was finally broken.

As the iron gate of the tennis court was pushed open, a group of teenagers wearing white jackets, with arrogant expressions and sharp eyes, filed in.

"The regulars are back!"

Someone said something, and everyone stopped what they were doing. Even Muromachi, who usually had an arrogant demeanor, showed a look of awe on his face.

The correct choice.

They are the eight strongest members selected from all the members of Yamabuki through a rigorous selection process.

Each of them is far ahead in terms of strength.

Especially the club captain, Uesugi Kenichi, and the second-year regular, Sengoku Kiyosumi, the most talented player in the Yamabuki school. Even Muromachi, who considers himself a genius, dared not be negligent in the slightest because of these two.

"minister."

Minami, who stayed behind to oversee training, stepped forward and began talking to the brown-haired boy at the head of the group, Uesugi Kenichi, the captain of the Yamabuki team.

"Well done."

Uesugi patted the other person on the shoulder with satisfaction.

Although Nan's talent is not outstanding, he works very hard and has a good management skill. He has been Nan's most capable assistant in the past six months.

"Everyone."

Then, Uesugi stepped forward, looked at everyone on the court, and said, "I know how everyone is doing. You've all worked hard these past few days."

Uh?

Upon hearing this...

All the team members were stunned.

The same goes for Shibukawa. Having absorbed the original owner's memories, he clearly remembered that his minister was not a good-tempered person.

Now you're speaking so softly and gently, to this extent?

really.

Then Uesugi's expression turned serious, and his gaze became sharp: "But it was only after arriving in Kyushu this time that I realized the gap between Yamabuki and the top teams."

These words struck a chord with the other regulars behind him. They all recalled the match between Uesugi and Atobe a few days earlier.

The difference is too big!

Despite being older and having a reputation comparable to Atobe's, Uesugi was utterly defeated, completely powerless to retaliate.

"Therefore, after discussion with the coach, we have decided to start targeted intensive training for you starting today."

Intensify...training?

Everyone was taken aback.

Muromachi, however, reacted quickly, revealing intense excitement behind his white-rimmed sunglasses.

opportunity!

This is a crucial opportunity for him to become a regular starter for the tenth time before his second year! He absolutely cannot miss it!!

"Training?"

A hint of surprise flashed in Shechuan's eyes, which were hidden by his bangs, followed by a hint of interest.

This seems to be his opportunity to move to the next stage of his strength after completing his basic accumulation.

Chapter 12 Enhanced Selection

The ordinary team members were very interested in the upcoming intensive training, and each of them showed anticipation.

Taking in everyone's reactions, Uesugi nodded in satisfaction: "In that case, follow along. Just a heads up, only the top ten will qualify for training."

Top ten?

Training eligibility?

Before anyone could react, the regulars, led by Uesugi, began to move in unison.

The group left the tennis courts and began warming up by walking around the wire fence that surrounded the four courts.

Only then did everyone realize what was happening, and they all followed.

Obviously.

Uesugi's selection process was about keeping up with the pace of the regular players. Thinking about it, that makes sense. If you can't even keep up with the warm-up, there's no point in considering any intensive training; it's just a waste of time.

Tatata! ! !

Outside the tennis court.

Led by Uesugi, the Yamabuki members were all running at full speed. Especially the first and second-year members, who were running with all their might.

In contrast, the main players seemed much calmer.

Under Uesugi's leadership, the group maintained a consistent rhythm in their breathing and stride. Although they didn't appear to be running with much effort, the ordinary team members behind them consistently lagged behind by a distance.

Some people were not convinced and gritted their teeth and rushed forward.

As a result, he was overtaken by the main runners before he could lead the pack for long. Moreover, because he had used up too much energy during the sprint, his speed gradually slowed down, and he was overtaken by others one after another, eventually becoming the last runner-up.

"idiot."

Muromachi, standing in the crowd, sneered inwardly upon seeing this.

"Do you really think being a starter is that simple? Speed ​​is only one aspect; physical fitness and mentality are the real tests."

He knew very well that if the main players got going, they wouldn't be able to catch up. The explosiveness and stamina of the two sides were simply not in the same league.

at the same time.

Shechuan also silently followed the flow of people.

But unlike Muromachi, he was thinking about what Uesugi had said earlier.

"If we only need to filter 10 people, there are two methods. The first is to rank them by time, and the second is to keep running until only 10 people are left."

Thinking of this, he perked up.

Although he had significantly improved his fundamentals and physical abilities through various training programs during this period, the original owner's foundation was already weak, and he might not necessarily be able to defeat these people.

Take a deep breath.

Shibukawa calmed himself down and then returned to his usual running training mode. He controlled his stride frequency and focused on the rhythm of his breathing.

Gradually, he became completely absorbed in running, ignoring the people around him.

"what?"

Outside the runway.

With his shoulders slumped and his body slightly bent, Ban Tian opened his squinting eyes a crack: "This kid's got a knack for running, huh?"

At this moment, in his eyes, the starters and the regular players were divided into two tiers. More accurately, two and a half, because Muromachi was behind the starters, but ahead of the other players.

only.

Banta's focus, however, was on the boy in the crowd behind him, whose eyes were covered by long black bangs.

He checked yesterday and found out the other person's name was Shibukawa Shin, a second-year student, and happened to be in the same class as Minami Kentaro.

In his memory, the other party's performance was unremarkable, and their presence was barely noticeable. He asked the deputy minister, Nan, who was also surprised and didn't know when Shechuan had changed.

I just feel that the other person has indeed become much more composed lately.

He was especially serious when practicing his swing, and the standard of his movements surprised even Nan.

And now.

In Banta's eyes, Shibukawa showed another ability of his... running.

More accurately, it was about the other person's control over their breathing. Their rhythm was even, their stride length remained within a moderate range, and the frequency of their feet changed in unison, seemingly not as good as Muromachi's, who performed better.

But as time went on, he overtook those who were ahead in Sichuan one after another.

Has the speed of Sichuan's development accelerated?

No.

Banda could see clearly that the opposing team maintained a consistent pace throughout. The real reason was that those people couldn't keep up and were falling behind one by one.

Even Muromachi's movements began to change, and his speed gradually decreased, while Shibukawa remained unchanged.

"What a capable kid."

Banda admired it more and more the more he looked at it.

Among his peers, few could match Shibukawa's composure. This very quality alone earned Banta a higher regard for him than for Muromachi.

"All right."

At this moment, Uesugi, who was leading the group, turned around to check the number of people and said, "Warm-up is over. The ten who can keep up with the regulars can proceed to the next stage of training."