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    kawaiikitsune is offline Senior Member Community Builder
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    Lol. If you want shocking moves, you should really read this thread

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    Rebuild of TeniPuri – Prolouge

    2 months before the start of the series…

    “Nanjiro-dono’s son?”

    “Yes,” replied Yukimura, seated on one knee as he addressed his leader. The two prodigies were in a secluded indoor tennis court, carved out of the rock face entirely by hand. It was July, deep into the throes of summer; sweat beaded on the small, deeply chiseled and scarred build of the younger man. Think a cross between Bruce Lee and Yamamoto from Bleach.

    “And just what would that have to do with me, Yuki-chan? You know that next of kin are barred from inheriting godhood,” said Jastin dismissively, continuing his practice volley against the stone wall.

    “With all due respect sir…this extends much more deeply than the hierarchy of our organization. This may have deep implications for the fate of our planet itself.”

    “Hn~? How is that?”

    Yukimura simply looks up. Horio stops and turns. Then, suddenly, he understands.

    “Y…Yojimbo!?”

    “Yes…the Pirate King has manifested once again. And it has taken Nanjirou-san’s son as its next host.”

    “….”

    Armonia stares into his racquet. After a long pause, he lets out a sigh.

    “We must consult the Oracles. Have ‘Arai’ contact Watari and Aizawa immediately. The Exequias must be deployed in Japan within 48 hours.”

    “And what of Halibel-sama?”

    “She and Dankichi are already on assignment in Japan. Gianna will follow shortly. As for myself…”

    Armonia steps into the light of the sun, and we get a good look at his face.

    “…I will go under the name of ‘Horio’.”
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    “Sso you got a 37 hit combo in Marvel vs. Capcom? TRY A 5,375 HIT COMBO, BITCH.

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    Urameshi-sama is offline Senior Member Community Builder
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    ^What series are Armonia, Jasten, and Yojimbo from? I suspect Yojimbo is from One Piece, but I don't read that manga so I don't know.

    I loled at the Watari and Aizawa reference, and the Halibel stuff as well.

    Now, only to integrate Eyeshield 21,...American FootTennisBall!

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    Armonia Jastin is from Death Note; I got Yojimbo's name from Final Fantasy 10. Gianna randomly came up because I was on 4chan, my main free porn source.


    “Sso you got a 37 hit combo in Marvel vs. Capcom? TRY A 5,375 HIT COMBO, BITCH.

    - ScrewAttack's Review of Star Solider (N64)

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    By any chance, did you just read my response to the 4chan thread >_>?

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    Whoa! This thread has once again been added, too. Your stuff is interesting as always, gigantor. Lol.

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    A cold, cold wind blew across the field as the two figures faced each other down. One was a tall young man with glasses, while the other was a grizzled monk with a lecherous twinkle in his eyes. Both men held a tennis racket in their hands; the young man a delicately crafted masterpiece that seemed to shine, the monk a ragged and tattered one that appeared to emit pure and raw power. There was sadness in the monk's eyes as he looked down on his own racket, and he sighed.

    "Is this... something we must do? Do you truly realize what you are trying to do?"

    "..." The young man's eyes did not waver. "Yes... I have concluded that this is the only way. I will achieve my goal, no matter what it takes."

    "Damn it all!" yelled the monk, infuriated. His eyes blazing with righteous fury, he pointed his racket towards the young man. "Are you saying that you will risk the destruction of the entire universe simply for your own personal gain? Did those years with your comrades mean nothing to you? I thought that they would have instilled in you the values of friendship, trust and love! Yet, look at you! Motivated by greed... and you think you have the right to face her?"

    "Those words... do nothing to me. You can not change my mind. I have determined, and I will carry it through."

    "Then... so be it." An intense sadness in his eyes, the monk brought out a small sphere from his pocket and held it up for the young man to see. "Then let it start. The duel of destiny."

    When the monk threw the ball in the air, it seemed as if time stood still. Both the young man and the monk watched the sphere fly in the air, and when it bounced, the monk made his move. Crouching down, the man focused all the power into his legs and sprung forward at a blinding speed, his racket gripped tightly in both hands. Scraping his racket on the ground, causing sparks to fly wildly about, the man delivered a swing so fast that the air itself was cut. At the point of impact, where the racket came into contact with the ball, the atmosphere exploded, and a tree standing fifty meters away shattered into pieces. The ball itself flew towards the young man, who was forced to side-step in order to evade it. Yet, even he could not evade it completely, and a scar appeared on his left cheek, blood dripping through the wound. The ball continued its flight, smashing into a mountain a mile away. Upon impact, the mountain broke down, and the monk smiled.

    "My point... I'd say."

    Bringing up his hand to wipe the blood off, the young man brought his hand to his mouth and licked it. He grimaced, and pulled a sphere out of his pocket. "You... have retained your skills, it seems. But that is of no matter. In the end, I will win."

    "Then try, you brat! I'll teach you a lesson in manners, just as I did ten years ago!" With his racket slung over his right shoulder, the man gestured at the young man with his finger. It was a sign of challenge, and the young man did not fail to notice.

    Taking in a deep breath, the young man focused his entire ki into one point of his body, achieving perfect piece with himself. A bead of sweat rolled down the monk's back as he saw the image forming behind the young man. It was a dragon, roaring and ferocious. Pulling back his left arm - the one holding the racket - to its limits, the young man balanced the sphere on the middle finger of his right hand... and smashed it forward.

    If the monk's serve had been perfection of speed, the young man's serve was a wildly powerful, unstoppable force of nature. As it sped towards the monk, it gained force and lit on fire, becoming a missile that would have killed any normal person.

    But the monk was no ordinary man.

    With a grunt, the man bent his legs slightly and held his racket in front of him. It was a tactic used by many volleyball players to receive particularly dangerous serves, and the monk used it to his advantage. Holding his racket somewhat low, he concentrated his own energy in the racket. Soon, the racket was enveloped by a massive shield of ki, giving it the appearance of a bizarre fan.

    "HAAAAAHHHHHHH!" With a roar, the monk lifted his racket just before the ball hit him, and the fiery ballistic flew back at the young man who had fired it with twice the speed.

    "Tsk!" In annoyance, the young man held his racket forward his one hand, while gripping his arm with his other. A ray of light began to emerge from the tip of the racket, which soon intensified. "Celestial Ray Attrition Clarity Killer!"

    From the ray of light a thousand beams of pure energy flew forth, overwhelming everything in its path. The counterserve itself failed to survive against the young man's new attack, and the beams of energy continued on their way towards the monk, destroying everything their path.

    "Hmph! You think you can take me on with my own specialty?" With a sneer of contempt, the man stood still, waiting until the first of the beams of light was right in front of him. Suddenly, he vanished from that spot, and two monks appeared; one on the right and one on the left. Both the monk on the right and the one on the left dodged the beams with ease, before vanishing themselves.

    A shadow fell over the young man, who gasped and jumped backwards. None too soon, for the monk soon smashed his racket down on the spot where the young man had been. Despite having his attack gone to waste, the monk did not panic; instead, he swung his racket, sending a volley of stones towards the young man. In return, the young man swatted every rock out of the way in a split second, and retaliated with his own attack. Focusing all the destructive forces in his racket's frame, he brought it down on the monk with a clear intent to kill.

    There was a loud crash, and dust flew up in the air, obstructing the young man's vision. With a simple wave of his hand, all the dust suddenly separated, allowing the young man to look at the scene in front of him - a gigantic crater that was around 10 meters in radius and 4 meters deep. In that crater, however, was nothing other than a tattered piece of cloth.

    "Missed me, missed me, now you've got to kiss my ass, youngster!" A sphere flew towards the young man from the right side, and caught off guard, the young man was forced to use his hand to grab the ball. The spinning force of the ball cut deeply into the young man's hand, and he winced with pain. His attention to his right, the young man did not notice a racket appearing from the left to strike his side, breaking a few ribs with a sickening CRACK.

    Gasping for breath, the young man clutched his side and swung back with his racket. Due to his wounds, he could not swing fast enough, and when the mist cleared the monk was no longer standing on his side but right in front of him. The young man's eyes widened as he realized what the man was about to do, and he brought up his racket in an attempt to defend him. The pose that the monk had taken was one that was etched in the young man's head. For all the good it did him, however, he might as well have not.

    "Triple Crescent Devouring Maw!" Three extremely fast slashes, delivered at almost the same instant. Indeed, this attack was the attack for which the monk was best known for. Three slashes. So fast, they occurred at the same time. There was no plausible way to defend yourself perfectly from this attack, as that would require one to be able to block three spots at once.

    Thinking logically, the young man raised his racket to block the attack aimed at his side - the same side that had just been hit a few seconds ago - and took the attacks to his chest and legs. Yet, the tremor of the strikes caused the pain in his side to intensify, and he knelt to the floor, vomiting blood. At the same time, he felt the steely and sharp frame of the monk's racket rest on his shoulder, inches away from his neck. With desperation in his eyes, the young man looked up.

    "It's over... accept your death. I shall send you to hell without pain, in honor of our time together!" With that, the monk swung the racket that would end the young man's life.

    'No... I can't die! Not now! Not yet! I didn't want to, but I'll have to use it!'

    Suddenly, the young man's glasses cracked and shattered, and a massive flow of purple energy covered the young man, protecting him from the monk's attack. The energy flowed all over the young man, healing his wounds and repairing his bones. The young man's eyes turned pure red, like that of a demon, and his hair became white while his skin darkened. A pair of feathered wings sprung forth from his back, tearing through his shirt. Breathing deeply, the entity that had once been the young man glared down at the monk. "Now, how about I return the favor, old man?"

    The monk's face had grown pale - was it from fear... or something else entirely. "You... you released that... thing? Have you truly lost your mind?"

    "My mind? I lost it 4 years ago, during that incident!" The entity swung his racket, and a sphere of purple energy burst forth, smashing into the monk and sending him crashing into a nearby mountain. The mountain crumbled under the impact, drowning the monk under a sea of rocks, stone and dirt. Striding over to the pile under which the monk was buried, the entity thrust his hand and pulled the battered monk out. "I'm not finished with you just yet!"

    "... Neither am I!" Taking advantage of his position, the monk swung his racket, slashing the entity's chest. A gaping scar appeared, and black blood spewed forth. With a roar of pain, the entity released the monk, who followed up his attack. Biting down on his thumb, the monk smeared blood on the handle of his racket. "Devour all that is evil, Jackal Storm!"

    A bright light covered the racket, and it began to change form. Spikes burst forth from the frame, and the handle grew longer and longer, stopping only when it was one meter long. A gigantic blade burst forth from the end of the handle, and the monk spun his racket around so that the bladed end was in front of him, and the framed spikes behind.

    "Ho... Jackal Storm, one of the three Holy Rackets of Destiny! But, do you think it is any match for my rackets?" The entity ripped his own racket in half, revealing it to be two rackets. One racket was pure black, while the other was pure white. "Masamune and Muramasa! Are you capable of taking these on, my former master?"

    "You are no student of mine! JACKAL STORM! Unleash the fury of the Gods! Regalis Tormention!" From the blade of the racket a gigantic spiritual wolf with blades for fur burst forth, snarling and growling as it raced towards the entity.

    "MASAMUNE! MURAMASA! Answer to none! D-Type Oblivion!" The entity struck his two rackets together, summoning a spiritual mass of snakes that rushed towards the wolf.

    There was a gigantic explosion that destroyed virtually everything in the area. Trees combusted, gigantic boulders crumbled to dust and the grass withered. Even the water dried out. In an instant, the field had become a desolate wasteland, and when the dust cleared...

    "It's... your loss." The young man stood over the monk, who was now missing an arm. Yet, the young man had not gotten off easily. Blood dripped down from his left eyesocket, which no longer had an eye to occupy it. A large scar ran down his chest, dripping copious amounts of blood.

    "... IS THIS HOW FAR YOU'RE WILLING TO GO TO REVIVE YOUR DEAD SISTER?" His face red with rage, the monk stared up at the young man, clutching the shoulder that was now without an arm. "SO MUCH THAT YOU WOULD ABANDON EVERYTHING ELSE INT HE WORLD? TEEEEZZZZZZUUUKKKKAAAAAA?"

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    Yeah, I got bored. And shit.

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    The Emperor of Tennis, a new series by Konomi that feeds off the fans of the original Prince of Tennis! Taking place in a different reality, The Emperor of Tennis stars Ryoma Echizen (who is coincidentally named and modeled after the main character of Prince of Tennis), a young man seeking to destroy the man who killed his father, Tezuka. In this exciting story, Japan is divided up into certain districts - Seigaku, Hyotei, Rokkaku and so on. Each district is protected by an elite squad of tennis players known as the Regularities (again, a coincidence that it resembles the Regulars of the Prince of Tennis manga). Seigaku was initially the strongest of all the districts despite having a low number of Regularities, due to the duo of Nanjirou and Tezuka, who were said to be the greatest of their kind. At the start of the story, however, Tezuka murders Nanjirou and flees to an unknown place in order to revive his sister, whom he bears a forbidden love for.

    Thus, in order to avenge his father and return Seigaku to the greatest among the districts (after the death of Nanjirou and the betrayal of Tezuka, Seigaku's ranking is now mid-level due to its lack of Regularities), Ryoma must gather his father's former comrades, the Regularities of Seigaku and motivate them, while developing his own tennis skills. A genius himself, Ryoma is known as the reincarnation of the Emperor of Tennis, the very first Regularity said to have existed a million years ago. Read this exciting manga today!

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    i just bumped onto this site again, good thing i saw a continuation of the story! another fun piece.

    And Tezuka is in love with his sister? (fuji??jk)

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    Yes, his sister. Remember, this is the Emperor of Tennis, not the Prince of Tennis. The characters of TeniEmmy (perhaps a subtle nudge by Konomi, who wishes to win an Emmy for his works) are in no way related to the characters of TeniPuri, despite having the same names, looking the same, sharing the same personalities and signature techniques and so on. It's all a coincidence. Totally. It's not that Konomi has no original ideas and is forced to recycle the tired and used old character models over and over. Really.

 

 
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