My Prince of Tennis has a high proficiency level.

One of the third-year team members couldn't help but sigh.

Despite their age, they should theoretically be superior to the two in both physical condition and experience. However, the match just now left them dumbfounded.

Meanwhile, Dongfang, Xindumi, and others who were originally just watching the fun from the sidelines had already gone to train seriously.

The speed at which these two were progressing made them feel like they had thorns in their backs. If they relaxed even slightly, they would probably be overtaken.

"pretty good."

Seeing this, Shibukawa, who was in the crowd, smiled and said, "The most difficult initial stage has been passed. As long as one person starts to get involved, the rest of the people, no matter how unwilling, will be passively drawn into the competition."

"But it worked very well."

Banda, standing beside him, wore a gentle smile.

"Not enough."

Shibukawa glanced at Yuta and Muromachi as they left, then at Higashikata, Shinto, and the others, and shook his head, saying, "Our opponents won't wait for us to catch up. When facing those geniuses, the only way is to work harder than them and put in more effort."

"That's right."

Bantian nodded.

When it comes to hard work and dedication, no one in Yamabuki High School has more authority to speak than this young man.

He also witnessed firsthand how the opposing team gradually transformed Yamabuki from a weak team into a strong one. Although they haven't faced off against top teams yet, Banda believes that Yamabuki will definitely surprise other teams this year.

Even so, Minister Yamabuki was still dissatisfied.

"He's too mature."

Bantian's eyes were full of satisfaction.

Most people become complacent after achieving success, but the young man in front of us always keeps the Yamabuki members constantly striving for improvement.

Banda knew very well how important it was for a minister to always maintain a clear head. Fortunately, their Yamabuki minister was such a person.

"teacher."

At this moment, Shechuan turned around and said, "I'm going to add a new incentive to the next selection competition's main draw qualification."

Tell me about it.

"First is the style of the official uniform."

Shibukawa looked at Banta and continued, "The jackets worn by regular players and ordinary players are the same, so they can't reflect the special status of the official representatives."

"That's fine."

Bantian nodded.

Since they are the starting lineup, they naturally need to be easily distinguishable. And because it's an honor, it can inspire even more competitive spirit among the team members.

"In addition, I plan to conduct a special review of the team members who advanced from this school selection competition."

"Sorting out? What does that mean?"

"Give some guidance as appropriate."

Shechuan didn't hide anything: "Many of them have accumulated a considerable amount of experience. Providing some guidance can help them improve their strength more quickly."

"But."

Bantian frowned and said, "Won't this interfere with your training?"

As a coach, he knew very well that guiding someone in training couldn't be done in just a few days. A superficial approach would almost never yield any results.

This is especially true for players whose skills have plateaued. To break through, they basically have to rely on time to gradually improve, or even wait until they get older and their bodies develop naturally.

"Will not."

Shechuan smiled and said, "There's still a month until the regional preliminaries, and two months until the main competition. There's plenty of time."

Actually, it's due to the accumulation of proficiency on the panel.

Everyone had accumulated a considerable amount of training points. However, Shibukawa didn't intend to use them on everyone. As he said, only rare things are truly valued.

Yamabuki needs involution, but it needs to be more scientific involution.

"Okay, let's do it your way."

Banta didn't interfere excessively because he knew Shibukawa's personality; he wouldn't do something thankless. Since the other party said so, it meant they were quite confident.

and.

Just now.

Using the proficiency panel, he spotted a promising newcomer in the crowd.

"Tan Taiichi, this number..."

Seeing his opponent's frail physique, Shibukawa shook his head repeatedly. Thinking back to the original story, where his opponent actually tried to imitate Akutsu's fighting style, he could only call him a ruthless person.

However, with the proficiency panel at his disposal, he can plan the most suitable path for the other party.

"However, with this kid's talent, by the time he's fully developed, this year's competitions will probably be over."

Shibukawa shook his head inwardly. After greeting Banta, he went to his usual practice corner and began his practice for the day.

A week has passed in the blink of an eye.

As a newcomer, Tan Taichi has fully adapted to the team's rhythm. Although he still feels some soreness, he can clearly feel himself getting stronger after the basic training.

Everything in Yamabuki remained the same this week.

Even the other students at the school didn't notice any changes. Only those who truly observed and understood the Yamabuki Tennis Club knew that the team was like a volcano about to erupt.

Once the new season begins, it will unleash a violent storm capable of upending the entire Metropolitan Tournament and even the Kanto Tournament.

...

at the same time.

Other teams are also actively preparing.

Tokyo.

Hyotei Academy.

Since learning of Shibukawa's victory over Fuji, everyone, including Atobe, has calmly focused on training. The atmosphere within the team has changed as a result.

Hyotei, who was always extremely arrogant, has become unusually low-key.

On the contrary.

Yamabuki's fame is growing.

With each victory in practice matches, they are showing signs of surpassing Seigaku and becoming on par with Hyotei.

Meanwhile, Seigaku, one of the "Big Three" in Tokyo alongside these two teams, began its first intra-school selection tournament of the new semester.

Among them, Ryoma Echizen, a newcomer, successfully qualified for the first-ever school selection competition by relying on the impression he had left on Captain Tezuka in the previous rounds.

Even Tezuka himself didn't receive this treatment back then.

Ryuzaki, as the coach, was well aware of this. Tezuka, having been through it all, simply wanted to mentor the younger generation while also not wanting them to repeat his own mistakes.

"yeah!"

"That's awesome, Ryoma-kun!"

"Did you see that, Inoue-senpai? Ryoma's playing style is so cool!!!"

Outside the wire fence of the stadium.

A woman with short, burgundy hair, wearing a knitted short-sleeved shirt, excitedly raised her fist and shouted.

"I'm really impressed by you."

A thin-faced middle-aged man wearing a green plaid shirt next to him shook his head repeatedly.

However, he was also very excited deep down.

The boy in front of me, Ryoma Echizen, has indeed shown remarkable strength. He has defeated two of his senior teammates in a row, becoming the only undefeated player in the group.

"No wonder he's that person's son."

Through observation over the past few days, and through conversations with Seigaku coach Ryuzaki, Inoue also learned that the boy in front of him wearing a white tennis cap was the son of the tennis samurai who once dominated the tennis world.

As a devoted fan of Nanjiro, Inoue naturally extended his affection to him as well. He believed that this boy, with samurai blood flowing through his veins, would surely shine brightly on the junior high school stage within the next three years.

The man's name is Inoue Mamoru, and the woman's name is Shiba Saori.

Both are reporters for the Tokyo branch of a professional tennis monthly magazine. Inoue, in particular, possesses exceptional professional skills, keen insight, and unique understanding of many situations.

Therefore, within just a few years, he became a senior reporter for a tennis monthly magazine and was appointed editor-in-chief of the junior high school tennis section in the Tokyo area.

"Inoue-senpai, which school are we going to next?"

On the way back, Saori Shiba asked curiously.

"Yamabuki."

Jing spoke calmly.

In reality, there aren't many teams in the entire Tokyo metropolitan area that are worth paying attention to. Especially when you look at the national tournament as a whole, even the top four teams in Tokyo, or even the second-place team Seigaku, aren't worth considering.

Unfortunately, Hyotei generally does not accept interviews.

no way.

Inoue had no choice but to settle for second best and came to Seigaku.

In fact, if he really wanted to do an interview, he should have chosen Rokkaku Junior High School in Chiba or Rikkai University Affiliated Junior High School in Kanagawa.

However, due to his idol bias, Inoue paid special attention to Seigaku. During his first interview after the start of the semester, he focused on Seigaku, and he didn't choose his next team until the regular players had been decided.

"why?"

Hearing Inoue's answer, Shiba Saori asked with some confusion, "If Hyotei doesn't accept interviews, going to Chiba isn't that far. The data shows that Rokkaku has made it to the national tournament for several years in a row, so their strength is quite extraordinary."

"intuition."

Inoue spoke expressionlessly.

"and."

At this point, Inoue paused, a sharp glint flashing beneath his seemingly calm eyes.

"I also want to see who this Yamabuki Captain, who is rumored to have defeated Fuji, really is."

Chapter 87 Inoue: This year's Yamabuki seems a little different?

The next day.

Headquarters of Tennis Monthly.

At his workstation, Inoue carefully organized the photos he had taken at Seigaku yesterday, selecting the best ones to save.

"not bad."

He glanced at Shiba Saori, who was eating bread and making a summary at the workstation next to him, and said with a smile, "Saori, what's going on with you? More than 70% of the photos you've taken these past two days are of Echizen."

"That's because he plays well."

Zhi blushed and defended herself.

She couldn't very well say she was just attracted to good-looking boys. But in reality, she couldn't hide it from Inoue at all, because almost all of the remaining 40% of the photos were of Tezuka, the captain of Seigaku, and Fuji.

However, Inoue did not point it out.

He also admired Echizen, whose ability to challenge for a starting position as a newcomer was itself a big draw. Moreover, Echizen was the son of Inoue's idol, the samurai Nanjiro.

In addition, handsome contestants are more popular, at least on the cover, as they are more pleasing to the eye.

"Oh, right."

Seemingly remembering something, Inoue said seriously, "We're going to Yamabuki to watch the match this afternoon. Remember to contact their coach."

"no problem."

Zhi nodded.

Although she sometimes gets carried away with romantic fantasies, she dares not be careless when it comes to work.

Immediately, Shiba dialed Yamabuki's number to discuss the interview with her coach. She acted very professionally throughout the process, but when she hung up, Inoue could clearly hear the other person muttering something.