Chapter 1: Yuuki Satoru, reporting for duty!

Tokyo.

Kinosaka Tennis Park.

A crowd gathered around the tennis court on the east side, where two figures—one large and one small—were locked in a fierce battle.

The spectators huddled outside the green wire fence, their faces etched with astonishment. As they turned their heads, their gazes flickered incessantly, following the tennis ball as it darted back and forth above the net.

"If even Mu Cun loses, this kid will have won seven matches in a row."

After a brief calculation, a stifling atmosphere settled over everyone's hearts.

"Is there really no one who can stop him?!"

The crowd stared at Yuuki Satoru's figure with complex expressions.

Bang!

The collision between the racket strings and the tennis ball produced an incredibly crisp sound.

Yuuki Satoru twisted his arm and exerted sudden force; his racket carved a semi-circular arc as he swung, the strings brushing against the ball's surface to impart a powerful topspin.

The rapidly spinning tennis ball flew out with ferocity, a streak of yellow light flashing across the court.

Under Yuuki Satoru's precise control, the ball landed steadily in the corner near the baseline.

"Damn it, too late!"

The ball's speed remained blistering after hitting the ground; there was simply no time to save it.

After only a moment of hesitation, the ball shot straight past the baseline before Mu Cun Hongye's eyes.

"Game, Yuuki Satoru wins this set. Score 3-0. Players, please switch sides!" the self-appointed temporary referee announced the score.

His hard-practiced professional referee tone echoed over the court, while Mu Cun Hongye's tall, burly frame remained frozen in place, motionless for a long time.

Only his eyes remained fixed on Yuuki Satoru across the net, the expression on his face incredibly ugly.

One had to know that he was a regular player for the Biruyama Middle School team and had only recently competed in the Tokyo Metropolitan Tournament.

He was a core member of the tennis club, a reliable senior respected by his juniors, and the object of cheers and applause from the junior girls in the support group.

But now...

His opponent was merely a first-year brat, yet he was completely helpless, unable to find a single solution. He was practically throwing away the entire face of the Biruyama Middle School team.

"Mu Cun, it's time to switch sides." Seeing Mu Cun standing blankly in place, the temporary referee at the side of the court urged him quickly.

"Shut up! Stop nagging!"

Seemingly sensing the strange gazes of others, Mu Cun felt immense shame. Veins bulged slightly on his forehead, and his face turned bright red from embarrassment and anger.

'The pride of the Biruyama tennis club must not be lost. I must win this match!'

Mu Cun's eyes were fierce as he swung his racket hard. The blue frame cut through the air with a whistling sound, and he held the racket level, pointing it from afar at Yuuki Satoru.

"Don't get too cocky, kid. I just underestimated you before. The match is only truly starting now!"

"That would be for the best. I look forward to your performance."

As the true protagonist of this match, having won six games in a row, Yuuki Satoru remained calm and composed. No emotional fluctuations could be seen on his fair face.

Only beneath his occasionally fluttering eyelashes, in those brown eyes, could one see the burning intensity hidden deep within his heart.

'Come on, use your full strength.

The stronger, the better. Make this match more intense, and let me take another step toward evolution.'

Bang! Bang!

He bounced the tennis ball twice.

Rubbing his fingers over the texture of the ball's surface and feeling the fuzzy sensation against his skin, Yuuki Satoru closed his eyes and gripped the white-taped handle of his racket firmly.

This world was incredibly real.

He curled the corners of his mouth, revealing a satisfied smile.

"Come on!"

He opened his eyes abruptly.

The moment he opened them—

Swish!

The mustard-yellow tennis ball left his palm and was tossed into the air. At the very moment it reached its peak and was about to descend, Yuuki Satoru transformed into a black shadow and leaped high.

Across the court, in Mu Cun Hongye's eyes, the moment Yuuki Satoru leaped, his vigorous figure blocked the lingering glow of the setting sun. His slightly messy hair danced in the air, and his brilliant smile overflowed with moving joy.

"Receive this!"

Yuuki Satoru shouted softly. His body, bent like a bow, instantly straightened. The muscles in his arm twisted, and his racket turned into a blur as he swung violently, pressing down heavily on the ball suspended in mid-air.

Bang!

Under everyone's gaze, in a mere instant, the mustard-yellow tennis ball turned into a streak of light. The yellow beam sliced the court into two neat halves.

Whoosh!

Mu Cun's eyes widened to their limit. He couldn't capture the shadow of the ball at all. The ball pierced past him in an instant, yet he felt as if he were nailed to the ground, unable to take even a single step.

"ACE!" The crowd exclaimed in surprise. It was hard to imagine such a serve coming from a first-year student.

"15-0!" The temporary referee immediately announced the score.

Drip, drip...

Sweat flowed from Mu Cun's forehead, hitting the ground and leaving several marks. He turned his head sluggishly, his shocked pupils reflecting the yellow tennis ball rolling on the ground.

"So, so fast!"

His Adam's apple bobbed slightly; he felt increasingly palpitations, cold sweat streaming down. In his shock, he swallowed involuntarily, his mouth bitter, unable to speak.

The previous thought of trying to save face was instantly crushed by this fast serve.

'Just a first-year brat, yet his tennis fundamentals are terrifyingly solid. Just using ordinary moves makes it hard for me to parry.

And he was actually hiding such a terrifying serve!'

"Who, who on earth are you?!"

Watching Yuuki Satoru walk toward the left service box, Mu Cun Hongye stared blankly, the look of shock lingering, unable to dissipate for a long time.

"I'm coming again!"

Yuuki Satoru chuckled, his hands not stopping. He tossed the ball again, and another fast, accurate, and ruthless serve came attacking.

The match ended, with Yuuki Satoru winning by a large margin.

By this time, the sunset had completely faded, and the sky had grown dark.

People in the tennis park left in twos and threes. Before long, only Yuuki Satoru remained.

He sat alone on a park bench.

He pinched the stem of a banana with his index finger and thumb, applying a little force downward.

Rip—

The yellow peel was easily stripped away, revealing the white fruit inside.

He stuffed it into his mouth in a few bites, paired with the lightly salted water he had prepared in advance, and finished off two bananas cleanly and efficiently.

Bananas could quickly provide sufficient energy, while the lightly salted water could replenish the salt lost through sweat during exercise.

Splash~

Yuuki Satoru turned on the faucet at the nearby washbasin.

The cold, biting water splashed onto his cheeks, and most of his fatigue dissipated; his entire being felt refreshed.

"Hoo—"

Yuuki Satoru let out a long breath.

Before his eyes, a virtual light screen that only he could see appeared abruptly.

【Name: Yuuki Satoru】

【Age: 12】

【Five Dimensions: Values in parentheses are for the template character】

【Strength: 1.8 (1.7)】

【Speed: 2.5 (2.1)】

【Stamina: 2.2 (2)】

【Spirit: 3 (2.5)】

【Technique: 2.5 (2.2)】

【Total: 12 (10.5)】

【Loaded Character Template: Koganei Shinji】

【Character Core Skills: Basic (Cyan), Wildness·Wildcat (Silver)】

The information on the entire light screen was very concise, recording Yuuki Satoru's real-time five-dimensional data.

This was Yuuki Satoru's golden finger.

More than six months ago, the moment his memories from his previous life fully awakened, this virtual panel appeared.

After repeated exploration, Yuuki Satoru finally understood the panel's capabilities.

It could load character templates of players from various schools in "Kuroko's Basketball" onto himself, and he could use the characteristics of the templates to quickly improve his strength.

The five-dimensional data from the anime and manga would be used as a reference, but in the main text, player strength would not be divided entirely based on it.

It was mainly because some data didn't convince him entirely; for example, the speed of Kamio from Fudomine was actually 5, the same as Oshitari Kenya, who easily defeated him.

In this book, following the tradition of Prince of Tennis fan fiction, strength is divided by the scale of the tournament.

However, this does not mean that participating in the National Competition gives one National-level strength. So-called National-level players refer to those who possess a certain degree of dominance in the National Competition.

Regional Qualifier level: 5–7; Metropolitan Tournament level: 7–12; Kanto level: 12–18; National threshold: 18–20; National level and above requires five dimensions to break 20.

It is different from the anime, but roughly so.

Finally, the new book is setting sail, please follow and read!

(End of chapter)