My Prince of Tennis has a high proficiency level.

"Well."

Fuji looked up at his opponent.

He had a feeling that if Seigaku were to face Yamabuki again in next year's Metropolitan Tournament, the situation would probably be quite different from this year.

Even at this stage, Tezuka, who is recognized as the strongest in Seigaku, cannot guarantee that he can defeat the person in front of him.

"So...Shibukawa Shin."

Looking at his opponent, whose strength seemed unfathomable, Fuji felt a strong sense of curiosity: "Just who are you?"

Chapter 82 Autumn Youth Selection Competition

"My brother...lost!"

Seeing Fuji's defeat, Yuta, standing outside the stadium, was also somewhat dazed. He knew Shibukawa was very strong, but he never expected that the opponent would actually defeat his almost invincible older brother 6-0.

"That's incredible!"

Even the usually composed Uesugi was trembling slightly. No one knew Fuji's strength better than him, yet this formidable figure had been easily defeated by Shibukawa.

The missing serve.

Three different counter-attack shots.

Any special move, if it falls into the hands of someone else, becomes an immeasurable trump card. But all of them were countered by Shibukawa. Except for the Swallow Return Flash, which forced Shibukawa to remove his weights, all the other ball techniques were instantly broken.

Looking at Fuji, whose face was somewhat gloomy but who was still able to maintain a relatively calm state, Uesugi couldn't help but admire Fuji's mentality.

If it were him, he would probably have collapsed by now.

Thank you for your guidance.

A moment later, the two shook hands at the net. Fuji stared intently at his opponent, as if trying to imprint his features into his mind.

"Fuji, you have great talent."

Shechuan smiled and praised him, but then changed the subject and shook his head, saying, "But unfortunately, you're missing something very crucial."

"What do you mean?"

Fuji opened his eyes and looked intently at Shibukawa.

"Your tennis is gorgeous. Whether it's a regular shot or a variety of techniques, it's a feast for the eyes."

"Of course, a flashy playing style is not a problem. Just like music, there is no inherent difference between highbrow and lowbrow."

"What you lack is the desire to win."

At this point, Shibukawa looked at Fuji and shook his head, saying, "Your tennis is flashy but lacks passion. I'm actually quite curious, Fuji, do you really enjoy playing tennis?"

Swish!

These words made Fuji tremble.

The resentment he felt was even stronger than when he was defeated by Shibukawa earlier.

"Hmm...I've learned something."

Fuji took a deep breath, nodded his thanks to Shibukawa, and then turned and left.

"yeah!!!"

Outside the barbed wire fence.

Upon seeing Shibukawa easily defeat Fuji and break through those seemingly dazzling ball skills, Yuki cheered with joy.

"Yumi-neechan, Ashin is really amazing!"

"Ah."

Yumi nodded, her eyes filled with joy.

Shibukawa was even stronger than she had imagined. Such tennis talent would be a waste if he didn't go professional.

and.

From their time together, she could sense that the other person genuinely loved playing tennis. That passion for tennis was something even a torrential downpour couldn't extinguish.

"let's go."

Yumi glanced at Shibukawa, then turned and left.

"You're leaving? Okay."

Yuki nodded and followed.

The two girls came to the tennis club today to see Shibukawa and Akutsu's training session in person. Although they didn't see Akutsu training, Yuuki knew that given his arrogant and tsundere personality, they probably wouldn't get to see him.

Shechuan's performance greatly exceeded their expectations.

"I would be satisfied if Ah-Ren could be half as serious as Ah-Shin."

Yuki muttered softly.

Yumi reassured him, "Don't worry, Ren will definitely be able to do it."

Although she hadn't spent much time with Akutsu, through her observations, she knew that he was the type who, once he decided to do something, would do it to the best of his ability.

...

"Impressive, Minister!"

Seeing Shibukawa defeat Fuji, Muromachi immediately rushed over excitedly. He had lost face in the previous match, and Shibukawa had helped him regain his honor. Muromachi's admiration and respect for this new captain grew even stronger.

"Is there anything I can do to help?"

He scurried along like a lackey.

"Take this for me."

Shibukawa glanced at him indifferently, then tossed the silver-black racket in his hand over.

"Okay, I'm sure... um?"

Muromachi was about to make a confident guarantee, but the moment he grabbed the tennis ball, his expression changed drastically, as if he had discovered some incredible secret.

"Minister, this..."

Muromachi looked up at Shibukawa, his eyes filled with terror. But Shibukawa simply smiled at him and went to rest aside.

"Hey, Muromachi."

Yuta, holding the Shibukawa weighted wristband, glanced at Muromachi and couldn't help but tease, "You can't even hold a racket properly. You haven't recovered even after resting for so long since that match... You seem a bit weak!"

however.

Muromachi, who always enjoyed arguing with him, fell silent, as was his usual self. His gaze towards Shibukawa, however, became even more reverent.

"The minister's true strength is greater than anyone else imagined."

Muromachi thought to himself.

But Shibukawa chose to keep a low profile, and naturally dared not speak recklessly. However, faced with the suddenly rising mountain before him, Muromachi was not only shocked but also filled with boundless motivation.

He had a feeling that, under the other party's leadership, Yamabuki would probably achieve unexpected results next year.

"I won't fall behind!"

Thinking of this, Muromachi's heart suddenly burned with excitement.

"Let's go, Yuta."

"what happened?"

"Play a match with me!"

...

After his trip to Yamabuki, Fuji returned to Seigaku.

His mindset was complex at that moment. As a genius, his pride was no less than anyone else's, and losing a match, especially a crushing 0-6 defeat, would make it impossible for even him to remain emotionally stable.

But what lingered in his mind were the words Shibukawa had said when he left.

"The desire to win?"

Fuji searched his mind, but it seemed that he really couldn't find any similar emotions or thoughts.

"wrong!"

But soon, as if he had found something in a corner of his memory, his eyes suddenly held an indescribable intensity.

It's not that he doesn't want to win.

However, the opponent he won against wasn't Shibukawa. It was the handsome boy who wore the same school uniform and oval glasses, who had been playing tennis on the street outside the school more than a year ago.

Fuji won the match that day.

Furthermore, he won by a large margin, defeating his opponent who was then known as the number one genius of Seigaku.

However, Fuji was not happy at all after winning.

Because his opponent's hand was injured, he couldn't even unleash half of his full strength. Even if Fuji won, it would be an unfair victory.

So, the two made a promise that they would fight again in the future. And as time went by, that promise not only didn't fade from Fuji's heart, but grew stronger and stronger.

"I have a strong desire to win."

"but......"

Fuji's mind, however, flashed back to Shibukawa's last words.

Do I like playing tennis?

For most people, this would be an answer almost immediately. But Fuji, a tennis prodigy, hesitated, because he wasn't entirely certain.

"Tezuka's tennis is like a high mountain, making people hesitate to approach it."

"Tennis in Shechuan is like an abyss; even if you stand in front of it, you can't see the real situation in the darkness."

"Then... what is my tennis?"

The moment the thought arose, it grew stronger in Fuji's mind. Like a nerve throbbing, it made his temples throb uncontrollably.

"What's wrong, Fuji?"

At that moment, a woman's voice interrupted him.

"Ryu, Ryuzaki-sensei."

Fuji snapped out of his reverie and looked at the middle-aged woman in the pink coat in front of him. He paused for a moment, then explained, "It's nothing, I was just thinking about some things."

"Oh?"

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged woman named Ryuzaki, who had her hair tied in a single ponytail, showed a surprised expression: "I didn't expect there would be something that could bother you."

Sumire Ryuzaki.

58 is old.

The coach of the Seishun Academy tennis club.

She is strict during training, but she also has a gentle side when it comes to students. As long as it's not during training, the team members get along with her quite naturally.

However, the coach, who was strict to others, never spoke harshly to Fuji. After all, the latter was Seigaku's genius, and now truly the number two.

Furthermore, Fuji has a gentle personality and is serious about his work, so how could Ryuzaki speak to Fuji in the same way he would treat an ordinary team member?

However, Ryuzaki realized that Fuji wasn't joking. Judging from his expression, he was genuinely in a predicament.

"What aspect of the question is it about?"

As a coach, Ryuzaki really enjoys communicating with her players. In her view, only by resolving the players' concerns can their training effectiveness be maximized.

Of course, this is all predicated on Ryuzaki being able to detect that something is wrong with the other party.

"Some tennis-related issues."

Facing Ryuzaki, Fuji didn't feel embarrassed at all and immediately said, "Teacher, what do you think is the best way to increase a person's desire to win?"

Oh?

Ryuzaki's heart stirred slightly upon hearing this.

She had also taught tennis for many years and had seen all sorts of people. Even if her insight into human nature couldn't compare to Banta Yamabuki's, when she was serious, how could she possibly miss the emotional changes of these 13 or 4-year-old boys?