The Final Form of Tennis Is Power Generation?

The whole world is playing supernatural tennis, and only Fuka Ibu is playing ordinary tennis. Teammate Kamio's feet were on fire when he ran, and his opponent was covered in ice and snow with just one swing of his bat. Seigaku's Fuji next door can control the wind, Hyoutei's base can freeze, and the new transfer students have even more tricks: some transfer students can make fire erupt from their foreheads, some transfer students are said to be born into a ninja family, and some hold a big sword... Fukashi deadpanned: "It's really upsetting." There are no superpowers, no special effects, and even the ball will not glow. Shenji has already thought of a way out: at worst, change the track, nothing is difficult in the world, as long as you are willing to give up! Until that tall man with blond hair and a smile that looked like a magazine cover walked into the Fudomine Tennis Club carrying a brand new tennis racket with the plastic film still on his back. "Hello, I am Kise Ryota who is here to report today." PS: This time I tried my best to write a gloomy and cold story about complaining about Shou VS a sunny man who loves to cry and attack~ Set a flag that it may be OOC~ Purpose: youthful passion will not be let down