Kamikawa Mutsu!

"Huff..."

Night fell, and the entire Tokyo Metropolis was shrouded in darkness.

Within a courtyard, a figure darted back and forth.

Years of swinging and hitting had gradually created a shallow dent in the courtyard wall, and with each swing, the boy precisely struck the tennis ball into that dent.

Bang!

Bang!!

Inside the courtyard, the boy continued.

The collar of his clothes was already soaked with sweat, but the tennis ball was still firmly controlled at one spot.

This scene, unfolding on a twelve or thirteen-year-old boy, was enough to shock professional coaches. Such precision and ball control were rarely seen, not just among junior high school student, but even among high school students.

Each swing caused his chest to rise and fall, and the cool night air couldn't mask the burning sensation in his lungs.

Bang!!

With a final swing, the boy stopped, the tennis ball rubbing against the dent before bouncing back and landing perfectly in the boy's palm.

He had maintained this nightly training for three years.

"Sanada, Yukimura, and Tezuka!"

Kamikawa Mutsu's face showed a hint of fatigue.

Every night, this courtyard was Kamikawa's personal stage.

After transmigrating to this world, starting from the moment it met Tezuka Kunimitsu, Kamikawa was certain that it had transmigrated and arrived in this world of tennis.

At first, Kamikawa was unsure, as its tennis skill in its previous life was terrible, but in this life, its feel for the game was surprisingly good. Furthermore, Kamikawa discovered that its mental strength seemed to be much stronger than others.

Since then, Kamikawa had trained in the courtyard almost every day, going from hitting tennis balls all over the place to precisely controlling them at one spot.

The old man in its family, Kamikawa Mutsu's father, Kamikawa Kuniyoshi.

The Kamikawa family had been master chefs for generations, and Kamikawa Kuniyoshi was the fifth-generation successor of "Kamikawa Cuisine." He had received training from Kamikawa Kenjiro since childhood, but he had no interest in cooking. Instead, he clamored to become a manga artist, a manga artist who would shock Japan!

One should know that Tokyo Metropolis had no shortage of manga artists!!

It wasn't until Kamikawa Mutsu's birth that the relationship between the father and son eased. Kamikawa Kuniyoshi, seeing his own father growing older and realizing that his manga skills weren't great, returned to the Kamikawa family and inherited his father's restaurant.

[Kamikawa Mutsu]
[Age: 12 years old]
[Power: 3.5]
[Speed: 4.1]
[Stamina: 3.8]
[Technique: 4.0]
[Mental: 4.5]
[Today's Training: 2000 ball hits on one hitting point (completed), 5 km stamina run (completed), 2 sets of 15 kg dumbbell flyes (completed)]

The golden finger's function was simple, just one word: "Train." Each day, it would provide corresponding training plans for systematic training.

Nearly twenty points across the five dimensions were bringing it close to the range of national level junior high school student experts. In addition, specific tennis skill, when combined with its mental strength, could allow it to instantly unleash combat power comparable to national level experts.

Of course, Kamikawa was well aware that it was still not enough...

At this stage, Tezuka and Yukimura had already embarked on their own tennis path. This was the reason Sanada lost to Tezuka and Yukimura; Sanada had not yet found his own tennis path.

Moreover, nationals were just the starting point. Above that were u-14, u-17, and even world-class and professional tennis players. In comparison, Kamikawa's strength was still lacking.

"The five dimensions haven't improved much lately. It seems like I've reached a limit."

"It seems I need to first determine my own path before I can break through that limit."

Kamikawa stared at the system panel. The mental stat among the five dimensions had never increased since it transmigrated and the panel opened. It seemed that some special medium was needed to break through the original mental strength limit.

Kamikawa had a premonition that the medium was related to its tennis path.

"I wonder if Tezuka has figured it out yet."

"If not, should I have Akutsu go cause some trouble later?"

"With Akutsu's personality, breaking the hands of the person responsible shouldn't be a problem, right..."

"I'm home."

Kamikawa opened the Gate of Opening, taking off its shoes as it called out.

"You brat, you went out to play tennis again?!"

On the main seat of the sofa, an old man with a stern face and a square jaw glanced at Kamikawa standing at the entrance, his words full of authority.

"Hehe... Grandpa, I just played for a little while." Kamikawa stretched its neck and glanced at its grandfather.

He placed the tennis bag on the stand in the entryway and dashed off to wash his hands. The food on the table was untouched, showing that Grandpa was waiting for him to come back to eat.

The Old Man also glanced at the bag, sighed, and then said, "That kid has the same temper as his father. Maybe he'll understand when he grows up."

"Grandpa~ Isn't Old Man coming home for dinner tonight?" Kamikawa asked casually, sitting back down at the table after washing his hands.

"The shop's quite busy. Kuniyoshi and Kannana won't be back for dinner tonight."

The Old Man glanced at Kamikawa and said calmly.

"Oh~"

Kamikawa nodded, not feeling surprised.

Ever since his grandpa retired, his parents had been busy with the shop all day, rarely coming home for dinner before ten o'clock.

The Old Man looked at Kamikawa, seemingly remembering something, and said, "You brat, you said you wanted to go to Hyotei. Your grandpa has already taken care of it for you. Hyotei is an aristocratic school. Don't cause me any trouble."

"Hehe... I know, Grandpa."

Kamikawa nodded repeatedly, like a little chick.

"You brat, help out at the shop when you have time. Don't be so aimless all day, just playing tennis. After your Old Man retires, you'll need to take over the restaurant."

The Old Man leaned back in his chair, looked up at Kamikawa, and said.

"I know, Grandpa."

Kamikawa nodded repeatedly.

As long as he didn't object to him playing tennis, that was fine. If he had to give up tennis now, he probably couldn't accept it, after all the years of effort, and going to Hyotei.

"I heard you participated in this year's JR Tournament?"

The Old Man said casually.

He didn't understand tennis, but he had heard a little about it.

This was the most prestigious competition for elementary school students. Being able to reach the top 4 teams in such a competition meant that he had some talent on the path of tennis.

"Yes."

Kamikawa nodded, glanced at the old man out of the corner of his eye, and said softly, "I signed up with Tezuka. We've already made it to the quarterfinals."

"Oh~"

A glimmer of light flashed in the old man's cloudy eyes, but it quickly dimmed, and he said in an indifferent manner, "If you can get into the top 4 teams at the JR Tournament, I'll allow you to play tennis."

"You brat, since you've decided to play tennis, then stick with it to the end. Don't be like your good-for-nothing Old Man, becoming a manga artist, only to have to work part-time to make ends meet!"

Huh?

He agreed?!

Kamikawa suddenly looked up, staring at his grandpa.

His Old Man's temper was like a stone in a latrine, smelly and hard. He actually agreed today? Has the sun risen in the west?

"You brat, do you want a beating?"

The Old Man glared at Kamikawa and said directly, "If you don't want to play, just say so. Hurry up and go be an assistant to Kuniyoshi. Just looking at you makes me angry."

"Hehe~ Don't be angry, Grandpa."

Kamikawa obediently scratched his head and said.

The Old Man huffed and glared, looking at the well-behaved Kamikawa, and sighed helplessly. He didn't understand the path of tennis very well, just like the manga his son had insisted on back then.

But...

The Old Man knew very well in his heart that doing anything boiled down to two words: "Perseverance!"