Atobe's Evolution

Although he was shouting fiercely, hoping to put pressure on Muneyoshi, Atobe's eyes were fixed on the rapid movements on the opposite court.

Atobe's lips curled, and then he ran with all his might.

It seemed that nothing had exceeded his expectations. Excitement was openly displayed on Atobe's face.

At this moment.

He was enjoying the feeling of his blood surging and boiling within him, a sensation he hadn't experienced in quite some time.

Just as Muneyoshi's sliced drop shot crossed the net, Atobe's figure had already appeared before the landing spot, a proud expression on his face.

"Hmph... This path is blocked!"

However, as Atobe waited for the return, a pair of chestnut-brown eyes met his, and Muneyoshi's body moved to the front of the court like a phantom.

The moment Atobe raised his arm, he quickly changed his shot. The trajectory of the tennis ball seemed to be aimed at Muneyoshi's opposite baseline.

Seeing this, Muneyoshi stepped with his left foot and twisted his right, his body instantly turning as he prepared himself in advance.

"Heh!"

As if his plan had succeeded, Atobe's lips curved smugly. His posture, which had already been set, suddenly shifted. Using the inertia of his body, his arm, along with the racket, directly pressed down on the tennis ball.

Bang!

Atobe's posture, which was supposed to hit a crosscourt shot to the opposite corner, instead produced a high smash down the line.

"Heh heh, Atobe, I'll return that to you. This path is blocked!"

The expected scoring scene did not materialize. Instead, Muneyoshi's light laughter echoed across the court.

His body, which was already moving in mid-air, quickly stepped with his right foot and twisted his left. He turned in the air and rapidly dashed to the ball's landing spot.

Swish!

Muneyoshi's arm extended forward, and with a push from his forearm, he pulled it horizontally.

Bang!

To Atobe's astonished gaze, the ball was reflected back to his left baseline.

"15-15"

"That was just now..."

"It was a single-footed basic shuffle step."

Oshitari and Atobe murmured the same thought in their minds.

This was one of the many small tennis techniques from the original work when the Prince made his debut.

It wasn't as flashy as the world-class techniques that would come later, but when combined at the right moment, it could unleash powerful force.

Seeing Atobe's slightly furrowed brow, Muneyoshi's playful mood resurfaced.

"How about it, Atobe? Don't get too mesmerized by my flashy skills."

Muneyoshi's lips curved into a smile as he mimicked Atobe's incredibly arrogant tone, capturing the essence of his words perfectly.

"You bastard..."

Atobe's brow furrowed slightly, and his indigo eyes glared coldly at Saeki Muneyoshi, who was imitating his showmanship.

A few seconds later, Atobe walked silently to his service line with a solemn expression.

Off the court.

"Hey, Yushi, now Atobe knows how we feel when he says those things, right!"

Hearing Muneyoshi's imitation of Atobe's tone, Mukahi Gakuto and Anahira Ryo's eyes widened.

This was the first time they had encountered someone who could make Atobe stumble, and a strange sense of satisfaction arose in their hearts.

However, they soon felt a powerful pressure.

They knew Atobe's strength, and he had managed to neutralize his shot so easily.

The few of them exchanged glances, thinking inwardly, "This is going to be tough..."

On the court.

Seeing Muneyoshi return to his receiving position, Atobe hardened his resolve.

"Let me see through you!"

He squeezed the tennis ball tightly, tossed it upwards, and with a turn of his elbow, his arm swung downwards with great force.

Bang!

A faint icy blue light appeared on the tennis ball, and a chilling wave of mental power spread towards Muneyoshi's side of the court.

Muneyoshi felt as if his body was being ensnared, sensing countless eyes observing his every move from different angles with extreme subtlety.

This sensation would not cause any discomfort to ordinary people; they could only passively have their every minute flaw observed.

But for Muneyoshi, his immense mental power and keen senses allowed him to instantly discern everything.

However, it also made him feel a slight discomfort.

Even normal people would feel pressure if they were being stared at by many people.

"Is this Atobe's eyesight?"

Sensing this invisible pressure carefully, Muneyoshi's eyes flickered with pleasant surprise.

No wonder Atobe's insight is so astonishing. Under such powerful mental power, every subtle movement would be seen through.

Under such unceasing observation without any blind spots, any weakness is bound to be exposed.

"However, for me, this is a good thing..."

After thinking it through, Muneyoshi suppressed the idea of gradually unleashing his power.

His current strength was greater than Atobe's. If he used his full strength, Atobe's insight would be useless.

But if he suppressed his power to match Atobe's level...

"Can he help me find my own undiscovered weaknesses and blind spots?"

Muneyoshi calculated in his heart.

If his idea came true, then Atobe's ability would be of great help in uncovering his own weaknesses and blind spots and improving his strength.

No sooner said than done!

With Muneyoshi deliberately controlling his strength, the match between the two fell into a stalemate, entering a heated rally.

Bang!

"30-15."

Bang!

"30-30," "40-30," "40-40"...

Bang!

"Game, Atobe Keigo scores, the score is 1-1."

Switch sides.

Then they fell into a long period of intense battle.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

"Game, Atobe Keigo scores, the score is 2-1."

"Game, Saeki Muneyoshi scores, the score is 2-2."

"Oshitari, I didn't expect Atobe to be in such a prolonged match with him!"

Ryo Anahira looked at the two on the court, who were locked in a constant rally with rising fighting spirit and joyful smiles on their faces, and was amazed by their strength.

"Well, well, Ryo, prolonged matches are Atobe's specialty. This means the match has fallen into Atobe's rhythm, and the opponent can only expect defeat!"

Gakuto Mukahi was unconcerned. Having known each other for several months, they naturally knew what Atobe was good at.

Besides his terrible personality, his most commendable trait was his ridiculously amazing stamina.

"Is that so..."

Oshitari wasn't as confident as Mukahi and felt a sense of unease.

He had personally played against Saeki Muneyoshi, and the opponent's strength was definitely more than this.

"Then, why did the opponent deliberately get drawn into Atobe's specialty of prolonged matches?"

Oshitari worried inwardly. Not being able to guess the opponent's thoughts at all made him very uncomfortable.

"Atobe Keigo scores this game, the score is 4-4."

Thump.

The tennis ball landed.

"15-15!"

Scoring again, Atobe said proudly, "Saeki, I told you, my eyes will see through you!"

Atobe cupped his left eye, looking particularly smug. Under the insight of his powerful eyesight, every move Saeki Muneyoshi made was completely exposed.

"Ha, your weakness has appeared before my eyes. This match, I've won!"

Atobe became increasingly excited. He not only felt victory but also felt that the bottleneck restricting him had disappeared, and his eyesight had reached another level.

"Oh, really, Atobe?"

"Saeki, since you don't believe me, let me show you my magnificent skills!"

Atobe shouted, smashing down the tennis ball that was about to fall.

ps: "Chapter two is delivered. Thank you to the elementary school student who doesn't play games, reader 1644569443162730496, for the tip. I'm usually busy with work and don't have time to thank you. I'll thank you all together today since I'm off. Bonus chapters are usually on weekends because I only have one day off, and work is too busy. Working people are indeed quite miserable."