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

"Mo-Monster—"

"I—I thought I was—I almost died—"

"You've got to be kidding me— He's clearly a middle schooler!! That look just now—it was as terrifying as Byodoin Hoo!"

Once Yukimura left, the high school students' pale complexions gradually returned, and their voices trembled.

Byodoin Hoo!

For them, that name was an even more terrifying existence.

Their faces showed lingering fear.

"That middle schooler is too terrifying—"

"Who exactly is he?"

The high school students spoke with lingering fear, watching the direction Yukimura had left in.

That one glance even left a shadow in the high school students' hearts.

Cliff of the Heart.

Mifune Nyudo stood at the edge of the cliff, holding a sake gourd in his hand.

Suddenly, the sound of rustling leaves entered Mifune Nyudo's ears.

Hearing this sound, Mifune Nyudo turned around.

"You've arrived."

Looking at the figure that appeared before him, the appreciation in Mifune Nyudo's eyes was undisguised.

"Coach."

Yukimura said, looking at Mifune Nyudo.

"Good, very good."

"I've watched the recordings of your previous matches, you're very good."

Mifune Nyudo praised, "You are the most talented person I have ever seen."

Mifune Nyudo wasn't lying when he said this. Among all the people he had known and taught, no one's talent could compare to Yukimura's.

Mifune Nyudo even said 'good' three times to Yukimura, which shows how highly he regards Yukimura.

Similarly, Mifune Nyudo was in a good mood.

Because after so many years, someone stronger than Nanjiro had finally appeared!

"Thank you for the praise, Coach."

A faint, gentle smile appeared on the corner of Yukimura's lips.

"This isn't praise, but fact."

Mifune Nyudo said, "Among the people I know, the only one who can compare to you is that guy Nanjiro."

"Even if Nanjiro was your age, he wouldn't be as strong as you."

"Three years from now, I absolutely believe that you will surpass all the players in the world!!"

Three years later, Yukimura would also be in his third year of middle school.

"I already know your current situation."

Mifune Nyudo said to Yukimura, "Stepping from the quasi-world-class level to the world-class level isn't that simple. You need to accumulate experience now."

"You need to compete with players stronger than you, consider your shortcomings from the matches, accumulate experience, and then improve your weaknesses."

Speaking to this point, Mifune Nyudo paused.

"You are still young and not suitable for training that exceeds your physical capabilities. Once you exceed your body's limits, your body and bones will be burdened. Once it accumulates to a certain degree, your body won't be able to handle it."

This was Yukimura's biggest problem at the moment.

Yukimura didn't speak, quietly listening to Mifune Nyudo's explanation.

When Byodoin Hoo and the other four were training him, Yukimura had already guessed some of this.

It's just that he hadn't thought as deeply as Mifune Nyudo.

Yukimura, of course, knew who Nanjiro was in Mifune Nyudo's words.

That legendary samurai, Echizen Nanjiro!

Yukimura, Irie Kanata, and Ochi Tsukimitsu!

The mental strength of the three of them surpassed ordinary people, especially Yukimura!

The three types of mental skills he had displayed had already reached the world-class level.

"Use this racket."

Mifune Nyudo threw a black racket to Yukimura.

After Yukimura caught the racket, he felt a heavy force.

"This is a specially made racket."

Mifune Nyudo said, "Use this racket for training from now on."

"Yes."

Yukimura replied.

"Follow me."

Mifune Nyudo nodded, and then said.

After hearing Mifune Nyudo's words, Yukimura then followed him.

A few minutes later.

Mifune Nyudo brought Yukimura to a small waterfall.

The booming sound constantly entered Yukimura's ears.

Although it was a small waterfall, the impact was very strong. The huge water flow hit the rocks, and mist filled the air.

"Get in the water."

Mifune Nyudo said to Yukimura.

Yukimura didn't hesitate at all and directly entered the water.

After the water submerged half of Yukimura's arm, Mifune Nyudo continued, "From now on, perform your swing training in the water."

The resistance in the water is very strong, which can not only strengthen arm strength but also wrist endurance.

According to Yukimura's current quasi-world-class strength, he actually doesn't really need to do this kind of training.

But Mifune Nyudo had his own ideas.

"Supervise yourself, the swinging motion must meet the standards."

Mifune Nyudo said to Yukimura, "Add one hundred times for each swing that doesn't meet the standard."

"Yes."

Yukimura replied, and then tried it out.

Swinging the racket in the water, Yukimura's movements became extremely slow. The resistance he received almost submerged his arm, and the water flowing down from the waterfall made the entire water surface turbulent.

Each time he swung, coupled with the turbulence on the water surface and the flow of water, Yukimura's center of gravity became somewhat unstable.

"Stabilize your center of gravity, continue."

Mifune Nyudo sat on the bank, frowning.

Yukimura took a deep breath, adjusted his body, and then continued to swing the racket.

In the deep water, the water flow caused by Yukimura swinging his arm made the water surface even more chaotic.

"Adjust your center of gravity, squat down a little."

"If you feel too much resistance when swinging, find the most comfortable posture for you to practice."

"Slowly find the feeling yourself."

Mifune Nyudo, who was sitting on the bank, spoke from time to time.

In Mifune Nyudo's eyes, although Yukimura's foundation was very solid, there were still many areas that hadn't been trained.

Therefore, Mifune Nyudo planned to start training Yukimura from the most basic aspects to further strengthen Yukimura's foundation.

Boom, boom, boom. The loud sound of the waterfall hitting the rocks rang out.

Yukimura in the water was constantly practicing his swings, his purple hair already wet from the water.

Because it was mountain water, the water temperature was much lower than usual, and a trace of coolness constantly entered Yukimura's body.

Mifune Nyudo sat on the bank, observing Yukimura's changes.

Ten minutes.

Twenty minutes.

Thirty minutes. After half an hour, Yukimura had gone from being unstable at the beginning to barely being able to stabilize his center of gravity now.

Although it was only half an hour, Yukimura only felt like he had experienced a very long time.

His abundant stamina was almost exhausted. Every time his center of gravity was unstable, Yukimura would almost fall into the water, but it was like this at the beginning, and now it's much better.