#1Chapter 1 I actually traveled through Time
"Where is this?" Shiratsu woke up and found himself transmigrated?
It took him half a day to sort through the original owner's memories, and then he looked at the things the original owner possessed. Holy cow, he was a genuine rich second-generation! He lacked nothing but money.
The owner of this body was named Shiratsu Tomohoshi, male, 12 years old, from Japan, and had not yet chosen which middle school to attend. His father, Alexander , male, 35 years old, was a big shot in a certain consortium. His specific family assets were unknown, as he had never disclosed them to his son. Because his son was an only child and a steady person, he was quite fond of him.
Damn it, I need a system! Shouldn't I be given a system as standard equipment after transmigrating?!
"Ding, the God-tier Auxiliary System has been bound."
"Current Information:"
"Host: Shiratsu Tomohoshi"
"Current World: Prince of Tennis World"
"Age: 12 years old"
"Strength: 2"
"Speed: 2"
"Stamina: 1.5"
"Technique: 2"
"Mental Power: 4"
"Congratulations to the Host for receiving a Newbie Gift Pack. Would you like to open it?"
Hmm? Speak of the devil, and he appears?
"Open."
"Congratulations to the Host for obtaining balanced data. Distributing to you now."
"Current Information:"
"Host: Shiratsu Tomohoshi"
"Current World: Prince of Tennis World"
"Age: 12 years old"
"Strength: 4"
"Speed: 4"
"Stamina: 4"
"Technique: 4.5"
"Mental Power: 6.5"
"Skills: None (yet)"
"Power Rating: Half-World Class (23)"
"Friendly reminder: You will participate in the National Elementary School Tennis Tournament tomorrow afternoon at 1 PM. Please pay attention to the matches; characters from the story will appear. Please try your best to rewrite their destinies."
Rewrite destinies? Hiss ~ Let me recall? If nothing unexpected happens, it should be... Understood, understood.
Hehehe, then let's have a three-year reign.
(Please do not take the following character addresses and tones literally; just treat them as normal.)
"Xiaofeng, it's time to get up." A man came to the door and knocked.
As expected, it was the original owner's father. Shiratsu Tomohoshi opened the door:
"Father, I'm up."
Soon, Shiratsu had fully embodied the role of Shiratsu Tomohoshi (to avoid trouble, he would henceforth be referred to as Shiratsu Tomohoshi).
"Xiaofeng, do you have a preferred school? If not, then your father will choose for you; if you do, your father respects your choice and will fully support your decision and help arrange it, since it's good that you have your own plans."
Alexander went straight to the point as soon as he entered the room, without any hesitation.
"Father, I want to go to Hyotei Middle School." Shiratsu Tomohoshi was likewise direct and to the point.
"Good." Alexander didn't ask for reasons and agreed immediately, "I'll arrange it for you. Do you have confidence in tomorrow's match?"
"I'll bring the championship home!"
Alexander clearly knew his son played tennis. He had thought his son only played for exercise, but he hadn't expected him to have such aspirations.
"Good, I'll be waiting for you." He said and then left.
The father and son usually had little communication; business always came first.
Shiratsu Tomohoshi smiled as he closed the door, his mind filled with thoughts of tomorrow's match and his plans for the next three years. Unconsciously, half an hour passed. Perhaps feeling hungry, he stopped thinking and went downstairs to eat.
Shiratsu Tomohoshi's mother was not present. She was even busier than his father, rarely seen even a few times a year. It was said she worked in the national diplomatic department, stationed abroad year-round, only occasionally returning home to visit.
That wasn't bad; at least it avoided the awkwardness of wanting to see someone but lacking genuine affection.
After all, having just transmigrated, while he hadn't adjusted to having an extra dad, he endured it for the sake of the money. If he had an extra mom, he truly couldn't handle it.
Alexander had already left. Normally, the house had a butler and servants specifically to attend to him, the young master. Thinking about Master Atobe, this time, it was going to be lively.
After dinner, he returned to his room. Shiratsu Tomohoshi wanted to pick up his racket and get a feel for it. After all, he had no experience in his previous life, and even though the system had given him attributes, he still needed to adapt.
Fortunately, it wasn't difficult. After half an hour, he gradually got the hang of it.
An hour later, he slowly gained control.
By evening, he had completely mastered his power.
"Ding, congratulations to the Host for acquiring the skill: Copy. Whatever skill it is, as long as the Host knows it, he can use it, with a twenty percent increase in power over the original."
"Ding, congratulations to the Host for acquiring one attribute point, which can be randomly allocated."
"Ding, congratulations to the Host for acquiring Data Reading. You can read anyone's data at will and combine it with the Copy skill."
"Current Information:"
"Host: Shiratsu Tomohoshi"
"Current World: Prince of Tennis World"
"Age: 12 years old"
"Strength: 4"
"Speed: 4"
"Stamina: 4"
"Technique: 4.5"
"Mental Power: 6.5"
"Skills: Copy"
"Power Rating: Half-World Class (23)"
One attribute point?
"System, 0.5 Technique, 0.5 Mental Power," Shiratsu Tomohoshi silently recited in his mind.
"Attribute points allocated:"
"Strength: 4"
"Speed: 4"
"Stamina: 4"
"Technique: 5"
"Mental Power: 7"
"Overall: 24"
"Power: Newly Entered World Class"
If nothing unexpected happens, tomorrow will be a slaughter, then home for dinner.
After dinner, Shiratsu Tomohoshi went to bed early, awaiting tomorrow's match.
Time passed quietly, and the match was about to begin.
The Tokyo Tennis Stadium, the largest tennis venue in Japan, would host this tournament.
This tournament was scheduled over three days:
The first two days were elimination rounds. On the first day, losers were eliminated, and thirty-two players advanced to the next round. On the second day, players were divided into groups of four, with each playing three matches, and the top eight were determined by points.
The third day was the finals. In the morning, the quarterfinals (eight into four) were held, and in the afternoon, the semifinals took place simultaneously, with the winners meeting in the final.
Shiratsu Tomohoshi used the system to scan the participants and found that Yukimura and Sanada were also among them. It seemed the top three would be born without any surprises.
As expected, all four advanced on the first day.
On the second day, three of them entered the top eight.
On the morning of the third day, still without any communication, the three met in the semifinals.
Lunchtime:
"Hello, excuse me, are you Shiratsu Tomohoshi?" Ah, it was Yukimura!
"Hello, Student Yukimura." He responded with a smile.
A surprised expression flashed across Yukimura's face: "How does Shiratsu know me?"
"It's simple, because the decisive battle of this tournament will be between you and me. I knew this from the moment the match began," Shiratsu Tomohoshi said to Yukimura with a faint smile.
"Are you so sure it will be just you and me?" Yukimura was puzzled. Although he knew he was strong, he still didn't understand why this child, the same age as him, thought so highly of him.
Perhaps seeing Yukimura's confusion, Shiratsu Tomohoshi started to talk more: "Relax, relax, aura, you should understand it, right? Enter here and feel it carefully, and you'll know who the masters are. I know you have another friend named Sanada, right? But he's not as strong as you. Please forgive my rudeness, but it's the truth.
However, if nothing unexpected happens, he will be in third place.
Well then, Student Yukimura, see you this afternoon."
Shiratsu Tomohoshi spoke while eating. As he finished, he gestured to leave, greeted Yukimura, and departed.
"Shiratsu Tomohoshi? An interesting fellow!" Yukimura watched Shiratsu Tomohoshi's retreating figure and murmured.
As expected, Shiratsu Tomohoshi defeated a random opponent, and Yukimura defeated Sanada. Both won with overwhelming advantage. The final was about to begin.
On the center court of the stadium, only the figures of two teenagers remained, facing each other.
"Heads or tails?"
"Tails."
The racket spun, landing tails up.
"My serve."
"Match starts, Shiratsu Tomohoshi to serve."
"Yukimura, feel my tennis well."
Shiratsu Tomohoshi knew in his heart that his current strength had reached world-class. No matter what, Yukimura had no chance of winning. Since that was the case, he might as well finish quickly, after all, there was another match waiting, and he couldn't miss it.
"15:0!"
What, he didn't even see the serve? Yukimura thought.
"30:0!"
"40:0!"
"Game, Shiratsu Tomohoshi scores, game count 1:0!"
So fast. This was not only Yukimura's thought but also the thought of all the spectators present. What? He won a game without even seeing the serve?
Phew ~ Adjusting his mindset, Yukimura served.
"0:15!"
What???
A return ace?
In an instant—
"Yukimura, actually, with your current strength, you're not enough to challenge me. Or perhaps, a year from now, you might barely be able to contend with me."
Yukimura didn't doubt the words of the man in front of him. His strength was immense, but he still had one move.
Why? Why?
"It's useless, Yukimura. Extinction of Five Senses is still useless against me."
Shiratsu Tomohoshi returned Yukimura's Extinction of Five Senses to him. At this moment, Yukimura was like this:
Me, why, was it me who instantly lost all five senses?
The rest of the match was a complete rout. The referee counted seconds again and again, while Yukimura was immersed in it, unable to extricate himself. The only outcome was losing the match.
"Match over, Shiratsu Tomohoshi wins, game count 6:0! The champion of this tournament is Shiratsu Tomohoshi!"
As the referee announced the end of the match, Shiratsu Tomohoshi lifted the Extinction of Five Senses. Yukimura recovered. The feeling was indeed unpleasant, but Yukimura quickly adjusted: "Congratulations! Next time we play, I'll do my best to defeat you!"
"Good, I'll be waiting for you!" Shiratsu Tomohoshi smiled.
Shiratsu Tomohoshi had no intention of poaching Yukimura for Hyotei. Even if he wanted to lead Hyotei to a three-year national championship, even if Hyotei wanted to win, there still needed to be a decent opponent, right? For the next three years, Rikkaidai would be the best opponent and the best whetstone for his future teammates. As for the championship? Unfortunately, the three-year championship would definitely be Hyotei's.
(This is a personal thought. When writing, you definitely want to write about a team that has a lot of sentiment, isn't strong enough but is well-liked by everyone. Hyotei is undoubtedly the best choice, a lingering regret. Rikkaidai is very strong, and some players will be poached. As a whetstone, most of their combat strength will be retained, but a few players will be poached, keeping them as the top combat strength outside of Hyotei.)
On the way home, Shiratsu Tomohoshi paid attention to the route. It should be, he was about to appear.
Looking at the small figure walking towards him in the distance, with a serious expression, he had arrived. Shiratsu Tomohoshi couldn't help but smile.