[Headless Horseman DRRR] A Girl's Discord

Several of them wished, and finally took out a small dark cloth bag from his pocket, which was sealed with a circle of red string.

"This is the amulet that Haruka asked for you."

Rin Matsuoka took it, and the bag lay quietly in the palm of his hand.It's light, but you can feel the real weight of what's inside.He slowly clenched the amulet tightly, feeling that person's forbearing but sincere heart was like the breeze from the mountain stream, flowing over his heart like drinking nectar.

Under the haze of the setting sun, a black-haired young man stood in front of the altar.His white and slender hands pulled up the braided rope and rang the bell on the top.He folded his hands and bowed his head, praying for his lover in front of the gods, a few grains of ash that had been floating in the shrine for several years fell on his eyelashes.

"The last is the blessing from Xiaoyao." Ju Makoto looked at the person in front of him who regarded the amulet as a treasure, and smiled brightly.

"—Safe journey, may you return triumphantly."

===========================================

Athletes participating in the championship are picked up by special planes.Coaches, athletes, and some scattered personnel sat in a waiting room in a loose manner.

The place where Matsuoka Rin sat was relatively quiet, and there was no one on the chair next to him.He was rubbing the dark cloth bag with one hand, and there was a smile that he didn't know.

That person is like this, he doesn't say anything, he doesn't like to laugh very much, but as long as he puts you in his heart, he can dye everything about himself with colors related to you.

How could he not love such a person?Don't want to stay together for a lifetime?

Besides, I have fallen in love with him hopelessly since a long time ago.It's just that he only realized this a few years ago.

Rin Matsuoka thought for a while, he unzipped the top pocket of the sports jacket, put the amulet in, and then closed the zipper again.The part of the clothes near his heart bulged slightly, just like his heart was filled by that person at this time.

"Matsuoka Rin."

He heard an extremely familiar voice call his name, and when he looked up, he was an old man in his fifties, with a few strands of white scattered in his black hair, and not too deep wrinkles accumulated at the corners of his eyes.

Rin Matsuoka recognized him, "Coach Ishikawa?"

Coach Ishikawa was the one who selected Rin Matsuoka into the national team, and he was also his first coach.The current coach Shimada who is in charge of teaching him only met a year and a half ago.

Coach Ishikawa threw him a pack of soft drinks and sat on the lounge chair next to Matsuoka Rin. He unscrewed the cap of the bottled drink in his hand.

"what's up?"

"The training went well, thanks to you."

"How about the eyes?" Coach Ishikawa pointed at him.

Matsuoka Rin replied: "The last inspection did not deteriorate."

Coach Ishikawa straightened his body, and turned his sharp eyes around Rin Matsuoka, "Oh, it looks better than a year ago."

Fortunately, you can still see it through your clothes.Rin Matsuoka complained silently in her heart.

Coach Shi Chuan said faintly: "I think back when you first joined the team, your physiques were all in vain."

Rin Matsuoka objected unhappily, "It's not that bad, okay?"

"Okay, okay, you're not a chicken for nothing..." Coach Ishikawa spread his hands in compromise, "But at that time, Haruka looked thin enough even if he took off his clothes."

Rin Matsuoka responded casually: "It's the same if you take it off now."

Coach Ishikawa: "...Oh?"

Only then did Matsuoka Rin come to his senses, and with a blushing face, he grabbed the coach and shouted: "Don't think about it, old man!"

Coach Ishikawa put away his (slightly) wretched expression, poured a sip of water into his mouth, and said: "I remember when I wanted to take you to peek at the women's team training, you both ignored me. At first I thought It's because the little brats are too innocent, and I found out about you later... Cough, I was really surprised."

He noticed Rin Matsuoka's hesitant expression, and hurriedly added: "But I just accepted it after being awkward. This kind of thing is nothing."

"Thank you." Rin Matsuoka muttered inaudibly.

Coach Ishikawa returned to his usual calm and serious look. He raised his eyes and stared straight ahead. The wrinkles at the corners of his eyes deepened a bit, showing a slightly vicissitudes of expression, and asked: "How is Yao doing now? You and your friends Does the friend still not let him swim?"

"No," Rin Matsuoka propped his forearms on his knees, half-bending his body to show his fatigue, "something happened... so he is allowed to swim now."

"How about the leg injury?"

Matsuoka Rin's gaze became deep, "Not very good."

Coach Ishikawa sighed, opened and closed his lips a few times, his chest heaved, hesitating to say something.Finally, he finally spoke: "Matsuoka, to be honest. I have been a coach for decades, and I have taught no fewer than two hundred students..."

"...I don't know how many people have practiced injuries and practiced waste. But I can't bear the pain, so I choose to give up even more."

"The people who can get to your step are all indomitable and lucky. This requires luck."

"You and Haruka are the most gifted students I've ever taught. I naively thought at first that your talents could protect you...but it still doesn't work.

"You hurt your eyes, but Yao... Even if he had no accident, I can't guarantee that he will be safe and sound without any harm."

"What is an athlete?" Coach Ishikawa scratched the center of his eyebrows with his thumbnail in a mocking tone. "An athlete is a wounded person covered in pain."

Created and defended the glory of the country with bruises and bruises, another soldier on the battlefield.

This is the national athlete.

Rin Matsuoka was silent.The coach in front of him is an old man who is over [-] years old and known to everyone in the swimming world. He retired because of a shoulder injury.

His past arena, his past glory.He handed all this over to his descendants, and became a coach after retiring, working for decades.

Rin Matsuoka couldn't help admiring him.

"After this Olympics, I should retire." Coach Ishikawa said, "It's really lucky that my country hosts the last Olympics..."

Matsuoka Rin widened his eyes and repeated mechanically: "...retire?"

Coach Ishikawa nodded and said, "Yes, I'm old."

"So before I retire, you kid hurry up and bring me back a world champion!" Coach Ishikawa punched Rin Matsuoka on the shoulder.

Rin Matsuoka raised his eyebrows, then smiled confidently, and held the coach's hand, "Ah."

=======================================

Before boarding the plane, Coach Ishikawa received a call.After pressing the call button, a strange voice came from the opposite side.

Coach Ishikawa sighed: "You should still speak English, bastard... We are going to Australia soon, so you can't wait until we get there to call? You really don't think it's expensive to make overseas calls!"

"Ah, I see, you can rest assured that Rin Matsuoka will go to the tournament."

"I'll see your mother sometime. I'm going to get on the plane, and I'll say... goodbye when I get to Australia."

=======================================

The World Championships are the stepping stone to the Olympics.Or qualifying.In speed swimming, only the top ten swimmers in the World Championships are eligible to enter the Olympic Games, the most grand and glorious stage in the world.

This is not the first time Rin Matsuoka has participated in the World Championships.As a fledgling two years ago, he won the seventh place and went back. It can be regarded as not returning home without a feather.The last defeat can be said to be due to not having received formal training for a long time, but now...

Perhaps a new star will emerge in the world swimming world.

The world championships are complicated, and the Japanese TV stations did not broadcast the unobservable games like preliminaries and informal matches.The TV station didn't broadcast it, so Nanase Haruka naturally didn't watch it either.

It was like this every time. Rin Matsuoka went out to compete, whether going abroad or at home, regardless of the size of the event, Nanase Haruka never took the initiative to call to ask about Rin Matsuoka's situation.As if he was angry, Rin Matsuoka refused to let him go with him every time.But both people understand that the real reason is not only that.

But it doesn't matter if you don't call, anyway... Anyway, you will definitely see him in the final broadcast of the final match.Red hair, j□j white, sporty torso, and eyes that always reveal a firm fighting spirit on the field.

Matsuoka Rin is a very eye-catching player.

On the day of the men's 50-meter butterfly final at the World Championships, Nanase Haruka locked the door of the house, and ignored whoever knocked on the door (in fact, it was Tachibana Makoto Matsuokae and the others).Sitting alone on the sofa, the pillow they usually use is next to the sofa cushion alone, because its owner has always straightened his back and has no intention of pampering it.

At night, the incandescent lights in the room cast a pale and bright light on every corner of the living room.There was nothing on the coffee table, only two blue printed mugs with clean white porcelain bottoms.The TV was on, and the volume was not too loud, but it was enough to fill the silent room, as if waking up the whole house that had been silent for a long time.

The narrator's clear, suppressed excitement introduction came from the TV.The competition has not yet started, the athletes have just entered the arena, and they are moving their bodies.Day//Two people from this team entered the finals, Takeuchi Kawatani and Matsuoka Rin.According to the evaluation of the country, both of them are said to be geniuses.Rin Matsuoka specializes in butterfly swimming, taking into account other swimming types.Takeuchi, on the other hand, specializes in freestyle. He won the runner-up in the 100-meter freestyle at the last World Championships, but he is only 21 years old.