Prince of Tennis: I, the Son of God, Yukimura Seiichi

Monitoring room.

The room fell into an eerie silence.

One second.

Two seconds.

Three seconds...

Even the sound of breathing could be heard clearly.

"Quasi-World Class..."

After a long silence, Saito Itaru finally spoke: "He reached Quasi-World Class in the first year of middle school."

"Monster."

Toguzhi Ryuji said in a deep voice: "A genius-like monster. To be honest, when I think about my reaction when I first saw Yukimura's information—it's really embarrassing."

Kurobe Yukio sighed: "We were all wrong. He is a genius, a true genius. He was evaluated by those tennis reporters as the 'Child of God.' Now this Child of God has become a true Child of God!'"

Immediately afterward, Saito Itaru said to the staff: "Record the video of the match just now and give it to me."

"Yes!"

The staff responded immediately.

Saito Itaru said: "If the head coach sees the video of this match, he will definitely be surprised, right?"

"But why did Byodoin have to compete with Yukimura?"

Toguzhi Ryuji frowned, somewhat puzzled.

"I think it should be the head coach's order."

Kurobe Yukio guessed: "The head coach personally allowed Yukimura to come to the training camp. Moreover, Byodoin hasn't gone down the mountain since he arrived at the training camp. In addition, there was the match with Bu Po Tetsuto. It's possible that the head coach let Byodoin go down the mountain and then test Yukimura at the same time."

Saito Itaru nodded and said: "That's right, that explains it."

"Coach, it's ready."

The staff handed the recorded video of the match to Saito Itaru.

After Saito Itaru took the video, he then said: "It seems it's time to inquire about Yukimura's training situation next."

After speaking, Saito Itaru left the monitoring room.

I didn't expect that as a coach of the U-17 training camp, I would have opinions about the identity of a middle school student.

Toguzhi Ryuji smiled bitterly and said: "It seems that I am really a failure as a coach."

Kurobe Yukio sighed.

Who could have imagined that Yukimura had reached the Quasi-World Class level of strength?!!

No one could have imagined it.

I'm afraid even Mifune Nyudo couldn't have imagined it.

After Yukimura finished his match with Taneshima Shuji, he lay alone on a lawn to rest.

His mind recalled the match he had with Echizen Ryoga.

Especially that dark figure.

Yukimura knew that was Echizen Ryoga's alternate dimension.

Alternate dimension—Samurai Style.

Echizen Ryoga has been wandering overseas for so long, and he has experienced much more than Yukimura.

In addition, with Echizen Ryoga's talent, Yukimura was not surprised at all that he opened the alternate dimension at this time.

Because Yukimura knew very well how strong Echizen Ryoga was.

Otherwise, Echizen Nanjiro wouldn't have evaluated Echizen Ryoga as another Prince of Tennis with unlimited potential.

Echizen Nanjiro had a high evaluation of Echizen Ryoga, and at the same time, he also regarded Echizen Ryoga as his own son to cultivate.

"Alternate dimension?" Yukimura murmured in his heart. He had a premonition that coming to the U-17 training camp this time would be a qualitative leap for him.

Immediately afterward, a relatively tall shadow blocked Yukimura.

"Coach?"

Yukimura opened his eyes and saw Saito Itaru. He was a little puzzled. What did Saito Itaru want from him?

"I have a few questions. I wonder if Yukimura can help me answer them?"

Saito Itaru said to Yukimura: "Of course, these are just my simple doubts."

"Of course, no problem."

Yukimura nodded when he heard Saito Itaru's words.

"First, I want to know, is the deprivation of the five senses a mental technique that you, Yukimura, created using mental power?"

Saito Itaru said: "After all, mental power is a very simple thing to talk about, but it is also very complicated. Mental power can also be called willpower."

"Yes."

Yukimura replied: "The deprivation of the five senses belongs to the mental technique."

Saito Itaru's eyes narrowed slightly, and then he said: "I wonder, Yukimura, how did you do it?"

"It's very simple."

Yukimura smiled gently: "Mental power only needs to be released, then used, and finally deprive the opponent of all five senses."

Release, use, and then deprive the five senses...

It sounds so simple, but only Yukimura can do it.

"I didn't expect that you, Yukimura, could transform the use of mental power to such an extent."

Saito Itaru's pupils were filled with shock.

Yukimura just smiled gently.

"Second question."

Afterward, Saito Itaru continued to ask: "During the match with Taneshima, did you, Yukimura, deprive yourself of your five senses?"

Yukimura nodded.

"Why?"

Saito Itaru asked: "Regarding the deprivation of the five senses, you should be very clear about this mental technique. Once the senses of touch, sight, and hearing are deprived, the whole person will fall into darkness, and some people will even collapse. Aren't you afraid, Yukimura?"

Afraid?

Yukimura smiled and said: "Why should I be afraid?"

The expression on Saito Itaru's face froze.

"My state before was Zero-感 tennis (Zero-Sense Tennis)."

Yukimura explained softly: "By depriving myself of my five senses, I can elevate the necessary sensations (state) for playing tennis to the extreme."

"Whether it's speed or power, it will break through my own limits."

"Let myself be in an extreme state to compete."

Saito Itaru was silent after listening to Yukimura's explanation. Even if he was prepared, he couldn't help but be shocked after listening.

One is a mental technique against the opponent, and the other is a mental technique against himself.

Yukimura Seiichi—he is truly terrifying!

"Then thank you for your answer, Yukimura."

Saito Itaru said to Yukimura.

After speaking, Saito Itaru left.

After Yukimura saw Saito Itaru leaving, he lay back on the lawn and began to rest.

Back mountain, Heart's Cliff.

The sound of rustling leaves swaying could be heard.

Mifune Nyudo sat on the edge of the cliff, with those wine gourds in his hand, taking sips of wine from time to time.

"Head coach."

Saito Itaru's voice sounded, with respect in his tone.

"What's the matter?"

Mifune Nyudo asked without turning his head.

Saito Itaru said: "This is the video recording of the match between Yukimura and Taneshima Shuji."

"Match recording?"

Mifune Nyudo's tone carried a hint of anticipation.

To be precise, Mifune Nyudo only showed such a reaction after hearing the name Yukimura.

"Yes."

Saito Itaru replied respectfully. Mifune Nyudo stood up and said: "Follow me."

Saito Itaru followed Mifune Nyudo into the wooden house.

Then Saito Itaru put the match recording into the machine. The screen flickered, and the previous match recording began to play.

Half an hour later, Mifune Nyudo finished watching the match recording.

"Quasi-World Class?????"

Mifune Nyudo suddenly stood up, staring intently at Yukimura's figure in the recording, his tone very eager.

"It's actually Quasi-World Class?????"

Mifune Nyudo repeated the sentence again.