[Xingren] Faith

Nioh is very familiar with every plant and tree in the back mountain.

He's only been here once, but—

As an invisible man with slight obsessive-compulsive disorder in some aspects, Nioh couldn't sleep for five hours a day for half a month, couldn't take a shower, couldn't change clothes, and ran around every day, even rolling around to avoid eagles. I remember the days when I went (and suffered a little injury).

As he walked, he caught a glimpse of a small stone pit on the side of the road: the big man who had once been hunting and training the Ice Empress stumbled into this pit and fell down!Not to mention the balloon was pecked, it also scratched the clothes!

But that stingy alcoholic trainer didn't give them a change of clothes and spare clothes! !

Nioh had never been so dirty in his life, and Nioh didn't know whether he was unwilling to lag behind when he ran back to the training ground where the winners trained, or simply wanted to find a normal environment where he could eat, drink, and bathe.

Pushed to this level, it's no wonder that the Black Jackets returning to training camp beat Court Two like tigers and quickly occupied the bathrooms.

Those days were firmly engraved in his memory, not only driving him to further evolve the "Phantom" quickly, but even spurring him to never go to the Loser Bracket for three years in high school.Of course he knows that the loser group is good for the growth of strength, but ask his own heart, Nioh said that he doesn't want to see a poisonous old man who always shoots maps.

——Puff, except for the selection group.

Now, Yukimura said "you will understand later", and he really no longer entangled in this kind of problem.

Looking left and right, I remembered many anecdotes.

Nioh pointed to the bushes next to him: "I remember that it rained in the middle of the night during a special training, and I walked from the river to the cave through this bush. It happened that it was cloudy that day, the moonlight was not very good, and the wind was still strong. Dozens of people walked back together, but everyone still had lingering fears. The thin branches above were blown off and just hit Kuwahara's head, which made him yell and stepped on Sanada's feet. At that time, Sanada yelled 'too slack' It’s gone!’. He probably thought no one else saw it, but everyone knew he was frightened.”

Yukimura chuckled: "Sanada is quite courageous, why don't you say he is angry?"

"Being scared and angry is also a kind of 'being scared'." King Ren tilted his head and teased, "It's not that he is afraid of ghosts. Only people who scare people can scare people to death."

After pausing for a while, King Ni licked his lips: "Yagyu is really afraid of ghosts. It's a pity that he didn't enter the loser group at the same time. Otherwise, I really want to see his face when he walks this way."

"Didn't Yagyu be tricked into the haunted house by you and Marui every time in the 'Tennis Festival for Junior High School Students' held in Atobe?" Yukimura put on a delicate expression, "Yanagi also went to the haunted house as a guest ghost."

"Yes." King Ni nodded generously, "I can't help it, Bilu Shi's reaction to seeing a ghost is so interesting."

They walked for a while, and King Ren pointed to a huge boulder by the side of the road: "Here, Sanada likes to sit here and meditate. You said that he is not a Buddhist practitioner like the bald man at Sitianbao Temple. Why does he always like to meditate?"

"Practicing kendo requires meditation." Yukimura gave him a funny look, "You pay a lot of attention to Sanada?"

"Pfft, why did he always want to grab my pigtails when he sees that I don't like it. Of course I have to be careful."

"I think you are purely holding grudges." Yukimura stretched out a finger and nodded Nioh, "Just because of the words he wrote."

"Am I that kind of person?" Nioh retorted.

Yukimura smiled and shook his head: "Then it's not you."

How could King Ni not know that Yukimura was mocking him?

However, as a true thick-skinned + true ambivalentist nicknamed a fraudster, Nioh naturally took this sentence as a compliment: Yes, I am such a sincere man.How can I hold a grudge?Whenever Sanada offends me, I report it on the spot.

As for interest...

The interest has been calculated, and when I have played enough of Sanada's various memes, I will settle it.

After Nioh thought about it, he laughed to himself for a while, and didn't think there was anything wrong with him devoting himself to digging and filling Sanada for 100 years after receiving Sanada's "open minded" copybook: this is what he hopes for Sanada" Going in the direction of being open-minded and open-minded, isn’t it?

After laughing, King Ni sighed: "Actually, the loser's group is quite interesting. It's a pity that you didn't come once."

"Oh, I also think it's quite interesting." Yukimura nodded with a smile, "Just look at the improvement in your strength in the loser's bracket once. In other words, although I want to come to the loser's bracket once, no one will let me Come on. It's a pity, isn't it?"

King Ren choked for a moment: "Pfft, it's really a pity."

But this regret is a complete pun.Which direction is the regret?

In high school, all those who should play professional nets went out to play professional nets: Tezuka made his debut in Germany and played for the German team again and again; The older brother with a handsome and unrestrained face is gone; Tokugawa, after confirming that Byodoin really does not play a job network but wants to go back to inherit the family temple (Byodoin: ...that is not a temple), seems to have reorganized his three views, with a face full of thunderbolts I went back to France for further study...

The opponents that can inspire Yukimura to fight, and who he considers to be "worthy of a fight", can only be met in official competitions.

Domestic U17 training camp...

Is the mood of the coaches watching the brain drain one after another similar to his feeling of pity for Yukimura now?

But King Ni thought about it again, and felt that he was not qualified to feel sorry for Yukimura.

Because that was Yukimura's choice, it was Yukimura's life.

They are just bystanders, unable to experience Yukimura's pain, nor can they bring into Yukimura's perspective. What they can do in the end is to try their best to meet Yukimura's request.

Probably because of this, it became, no matter what kind of request Yukimura made, he didn't want to refuse.

King Ren heaved a sigh of relief: It's been a long time since he did strenuous exercise...why doesn't he remember how high this mountain is!

Wouldn't it be embarrassing to say that my legs are sore and out of breath now...

Why did I go to such a far place to climb the mountain on a rare rest day? Although the scenery here is very good, what he thinks of when he sees the scenery is the history of blood and tears!

Finally reached the top of the mountain, which is the platform where the court and the wooden house are located.

The sound of tennis balls hitting the ground was heard, and Nioh caught a glimpse of the linen vest worn by an alcoholic coach for thousands of years.

He gasped.

Yukimura turned his head with a smile: "Tired? Your physical strength has dropped a lot."

"I haven't exercised for a long time." Niwang sighed, "Sure enough, should I go to the gym to get a card?"

"Since even you are like this, I should give some suggestions to Atobe." Yukimura touched his chin, "For example, the benefits for employees are changed from supermarket vouchers to gym discount cards."

"I don't want it." King Ren dragged his voice, "I'm just talking casually."

"Oh? I don't want to keep your muscles anymore?" Yukimura said.

Nioh has no shame: "Let's talk about it after it completely disappears."

Yukimura was not at all surprised by Nioh's reaction.

He looked left and right at the top of the small mountain, and led Nio from the pine nut forest, bypassing the high school students playing on the court and coach Mifune who was supervising him, from the woods to the edge of the cliff.

There is a steeper side of the cliff that is less suitable for climbing.

They stood there, on the left was a lush pine nut forest, on the right were a few pine nut trees and the running movements of teenagers that could be seen through the branches and leaves.

The mixed smell of dust and green leaves melts in the slightly warm but humid air in late spring and early summer.

"Watching them play makes me feel very delicate." Yukimura said, "For a long time, I was thinking, why can't I continue to play tennis? Is it because I don't pay attention to my body that I get sick? ? Or say to yourself from a proud point of view, is it because I am so talented that God is jealous? Are physical obstacles really insurmountable?"

"I don't believe in such a thing as fate. In the end, I can only tell myself that it is your own fault that you can't play tennis. I told myself, Yukimura Seichi, you make your own decisions. If you are not afraid of death , you will not hide your condition, and you will not procrastinate to be admitted to the hospital for treatment, and finally miss the best treatment period. If you pay more attention to not letting yourself be infected with the virus, you will not get sick. If you are stronger, You won't... be entangled in this kind of problem."

"Yukimura..." Nio frowned.

Yukimura shook his head: "Listen first."

"These problems have troubled me for a long time. Even though I have been playing in the Japanese team, I still haven't been able to think clearly. So I decided to give myself some time to think. Going to Italy, I deliberately separated myself from the original interpersonal relationship and living environment. I live a more simple life, and I am also looking for answers to many questions in loneliness. But in the end, I suddenly discovered that "giving myself a little time to think" is equivalent to escaping. And I was able to evade for so long, but it made people who cared about me worry. "

"But I still can't let go of tennis. Even if I can no longer stand at such a high position, I don't want to lose any chance."

"So many conclusions are indeed the result of self-deception."

"I'm more paranoid than I thought."

After Yukimura finished speaking, he glanced at Nioh's face. The expression on the silver-haired man's face could not be described as surprise or sincerity, or a mixture of gentleness and worry.Yukimura couldn't help laughing: "Having said so much, let's briefly summarize two points. First, even if I am very busy, I want to try to see if I can meet the requirements of Coach Saito. Second, what I want to do is really from the beginning to the end. The tail won't change. It's more nostalgic than I thought."

"Yes, you are a very nostalgic person." King Ren lowered his voice, "But hearing you say that, I suddenly feel a little guilty."

"why?"

"Because... At that time, it put a lot of pressure on you, right?" Nioh raised his head and recalled, "We always followed you, and while we were worried about you, we also thought 'but you are Yukimura Seichi'."

"Those are my motivation instead." Yukimura said.

"That's fine."

Nioh nodded.

They were silent for a while, and King Ren coughed lightly: "So, why are you telling me this?"

"Didn't you just ask, why do I want to come with you?" Yukimura hooked his lips, "Don't you think such a scene is very memorable? Although I have never been here, but... U17's life, It’s really worth remembering.”

"You shouldn't be someone who often misses the past." King Ren said.

"I'm not." Yukimura turned his head to face him, "But the reason for telling you these words is the same as the reason for bringing you here."

He blinked: "Got it?"

Nioh met his eyes.

what's in there...

Unable to hold back his words for a while, King Ni looked away.He suddenly doubted his eyes.

What I saw in Yukimura's eyes just now...

Am I really not mistaken?

Yukimura didn't intend to give him time to think about it (at least not yet).

Naturally raised his hand and grabbed Nioh's wrist, Yukimura pulled Nioh out of this rather delicate position: "Okay, we can change to another place to see the scenery. By the way, let's say hello to Coach Mifune."

Nioh who was being pulled looked at his grasped wrist with complicated eyes.

The author has something to say: the master is good at hitting straight balls.

But he still didn't say it clearly ahhhhh

At this time, it's the turn of best friend (Dawu) Yagyu to play again!