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Like many popular fandoms, "The Prince of Tennis" Japanese anime series has spawned a number of spin-off console games including those for the Playstation 2. After a couple of (heaven forbid) tennis related games, Konami gave in to what the fans really wanted; a dating game.
In "Gakuensai no Oujisama" you play a female student at one of the main schools who has been enlisted to help the tennis team put on an event for a festival due to be held in a few weeks time (a premise from the mini-movie "Atobe's Gift"). The only possible reason you would agree to take on such a thankless task is for the opportunity to jump one of the players before the end of the festivities.
I should mention that this game is entirely in Japanese but, like in real dating, understanding the words is only of marginal help in the game play. For instance, when you attempt a chat up line on a certain Hyoutei player who instantly mentions his doubles partner, little in the way of translation skills are needed.
So despite starting out as a Hyoutei fan girl (peer pressure: how could so many ore-sama worshipers be wrong?),![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ad_exia and I decided this team were far too much work and switched to the progenitor club, Seigaku. This turn-coating resulted in significant self-sacrifice as we were forced to sample a noxious juice and only narrowly missed being forced fed a jalapeno sandwich (evidently, no one asked for our advice when Inui and Fuji were put in charge of a food stall). Disaster struck when (as far as we could deduce) the team were unable to get a hold of the required 1 kg of wasabi. Rather than mass celebration, we were sent to Atobe for assistance, a course of action that everyone approved of apart from Tezuka. However, all of this paled in comparison when Ryoma asked for our phone number (yes, we had indeed been chatting up a twelve year old). We succeeded in going on a date which involved a mention of giant ice-creams and walking round the festival to be informed by Ohtori (in a tux) that we couldn't enter the mansion there unless we were a Hyoutei fan girl. Both of us appeared to feel the sacrifice was too much.
Despite cheering Ryoma as he starred in Hamlet as a blond haired babe in love with Atobe, we were unable to top off our "like meter" before the fun came to an end. Mada mada da ne, apparently.
Perhaps twelve year olds were just more difficult. Leaving Seigaku, we donned the uniform of Rikkai to receive Sanada's instructions. We woke up Kirihara (who seemed relieved we weren't Sanada) and then tried to get into Niou's good books. This latter plan resulted in us helping him tidy a store room. By "helping" I mean we were left to do the entire job alone before we collapsed in a dead faint from exhaustion. While we were close to breathing our last, Niou remembers our existence during a chat with Yagyuu by the fountain (where I am sure he was really working his arse off) and hauls us over to the infirmary. A prolonged conversation followed in which there was a distinct lack of "gomen" or indeed any other word for "sorry". That said, Niou clearly loved us for it. Perhaps we had agreed not to grass him in to Sanada or maybe Niou just likes his women unconscious. The latter thought made us wonder what had happened while we were .... it was time to stop playing for today.
In "Gakuensai no Oujisama" you play a female student at one of the main schools who has been enlisted to help the tennis team put on an event for a festival due to be held in a few weeks time (a premise from the mini-movie "Atobe's Gift"). The only possible reason you would agree to take on such a thankless task is for the opportunity to jump one of the players before the end of the festivities.
I should mention that this game is entirely in Japanese but, like in real dating, understanding the words is only of marginal help in the game play. For instance, when you attempt a chat up line on a certain Hyoutei player who instantly mentions his doubles partner, little in the way of translation skills are needed.
So despite starting out as a Hyoutei fan girl (peer pressure: how could so many ore-sama worshipers be wrong?),
ad_exia and I decided this team were far too much work and switched to the progenitor club, Seigaku. This turn-coating resulted in significant self-sacrifice as we were forced to sample a noxious juice and only narrowly missed being forced fed a jalapeno sandwich (evidently, no one asked for our advice when Inui and Fuji were put in charge of a food stall). Disaster struck when (as far as we could deduce) the team were unable to get a hold of the required 1 kg of wasabi. Rather than mass celebration, we were sent to Atobe for assistance, a course of action that everyone approved of apart from Tezuka. However, all of this paled in comparison when Ryoma asked for our phone number (yes, we had indeed been chatting up a twelve year old). We succeeded in going on a date which involved a mention of giant ice-creams and walking round the festival to be informed by Ohtori (in a tux) that we couldn't enter the mansion there unless we were a Hyoutei fan girl. Both of us appeared to feel the sacrifice was too much. Despite cheering Ryoma as he starred in Hamlet as a blond haired babe in love with Atobe, we were unable to top off our "like meter" before the fun came to an end. Mada mada da ne, apparently.
Perhaps twelve year olds were just more difficult. Leaving Seigaku, we donned the uniform of Rikkai to receive Sanada's instructions. We woke up Kirihara (who seemed relieved we weren't Sanada) and then tried to get into Niou's good books. This latter plan resulted in us helping him tidy a store room. By "helping" I mean we were left to do the entire job alone before we collapsed in a dead faint from exhaustion. While we were close to breathing our last, Niou remembers our existence during a chat with Yagyuu by the fountain (where I am sure he was really working his arse off) and hauls us over to the infirmary. A prolonged conversation followed in which there was a distinct lack of "gomen" or indeed any other word for "sorry". That said, Niou clearly loved us for it. Perhaps we had agreed not to grass him in to Sanada or maybe Niou just likes his women unconscious. The latter thought made us wonder what had happened while we were .... it was time to stop playing for today.
