Amethyst Fascination

On the final court of the national competition, the names of the first singles sides have appeared on the big screen: Yukimura Seichi VS Youth Academy Echizen Ryoma.

Yukimura sat quietly on the coach's bench, with blue-purple hair hanging down the side of his face, blocking all eyes.There was a reminder on the radio to invite players from both sides to play, and the racket was placed by his feet, but he still folded his hands and sat there quietly, without the slightest intention to get up.

The audience in the arena had already started whispering, or strange, or puzzled eyes fell on the king standing at the top of Lihai University.

Even on Qinggaku's side, all the main candidates are looking at Yukimura's quiet and elegant figure in doubt, wondering why he hasn't entered yet.Isn't this a great opportunity?Once Yukimura is on the field, if his own team members do not show up within the specified time, Rikkai will win without a fight.

He, what are you waiting for?

Suddenly, a red-haired boy wearing a leopard-print sleeveless vest appeared in the eyes of the audience.Folding his hands behind his head, he swayed towards Yukimura, looked at him with a smile, and said, "Echizen may have gone to the bathroom, can you fight me first, General Lihai. Please give me your advice!" "

Looking up at the child who was about the same height as the boy, Yukimura reached out to hold the racket, stood up, and said in a calm voice without the slightest emotion, "Then come and play, Toyama-kun."

Little guy, let me buy you some more time.

Really only a little bit of time.

In the stunned eyes of the audience, the contest was over in an instant.The players of Shitenbaoji stared blankly at Kintaro Toyama, the newcomer they had the most high hopes for, who was kneeling on the court, and couldn't make a sound with their mouths wide open.

It is unbelievable that Kintaro, who was able to draw with Echizen Ryoma of Seigaku, was completely defeated after only a few rounds under Yukimura.And they could see that these few rounds were not even a warm-up for Yukimura.Because he didn't even take off the coat on his shoulders.

With lowered eyes, Yukimura's eyes fell on the little boy who was kneeling on the ground panting sharply.With such strength, he wanted to buy time under him, which really disappointed him.

Little guy, if you don't come again, you really won't be able to catch up.

Watching Shitenpoji, Shiraishi jumped off the stands and hurriedly helped Kintaro away, Yukimura seemed to see a ray of warm light from the corner of his eyes.Lifting his head with a heartbeat, his amethyst-like phoenix eyes turned to the entrance, and he let out a sigh of relief: "It seems that we have caught up, little guy."

Across such a long distance, the little boy who appeared in the excited eyes of everyone seemed to feel Yukimura's gaze, and the corners of his lips curled up with the usual proud arc, and he said with a smile: "I've been waiting for a long time."

Walking back to the Qingxue square, the boy was greeted by Kikumaru's hug and Momoshiro's light fist.There was a moving smile in his golden eyes, and he whispered, "I'm sorry."

"Echizen." One step away, Tezuka looked at the young man's exquisite face for a long time, and forced himself to say to him in the calmest voice: "Pour everything you have and these three and a half months into this to the game."

With unshakable determination flashing in his eyes, the boy nodded to the figure he had always admired, "Yes, Minister."

Approaching the net, the golden cat's eyes stared at the purple eyes that shone like amethyst with a faint brilliance, and the young man hummed: "You are recovering from a serious illness, so don't force yourself."

Looking at the young man with a little concern in his eyes, a warm current slowly slipped through his heart, and the corners of Yukimura's lips twitched slightly: "The eyes are good."

Slightly startled, staring at those slightly raised lips, the young man frowned with a hint of embarrassment in his eyes, and muttered: "What is this, it's not an answer at all."

His gaze stayed quietly in the depths of the beautiful cat's eyes. After a while, Yukimura turned around and walked towards his bottom line.

Staring at the slender back and the slightly fluttering coat, the boy bit his lips, and a mischievous gleam appeared in his eyes.

Bastard, I must beat you today!

The game officially begins with the teenager serving.

Hold the racket with your left hand, throw the ball high with your right hand, and with a powerful blow, the yellow ball whizzes away.After spinning a few times around Yukimura's feet, he flew out of the field.

But his opponent just jumped lightly and returned the ball with a smash.

Leaning over, sprinting, gliding, and facing the incoming ball, the boy jumped up and hit ball A to make the ball fly towards the opposite side again.

Without any unnecessary movements, Yukimura's return of the ball was precise and sharp. From the perspective of outsiders, he hit the ball A with a headache. He just swung the racket lightly, and the ball returned to the boy's half.

Jumping high again, he swung his left hand violently at the incoming ball, and Cool volleyed.

But before the boy hit the ground, the ball had already landed in his own half, accurately pressed on the baseline, and then popped out of the court.

15-0.

There was an uproar outside the court, and most of the audience were members of tennis clubs from other schools, and they had more or less watched or played against teenagers.From their point of view, these tricks that once made them feel tricky were counterattacked by Yukimura with ease, as if they were practicing.

The son of god, Yukimura Seiichi, how terrifying is his strength?

The golden eyes stared straight at Yukimura, a provocative smile appeared on the corner of the young man's lips, and he hummed softly: "It seems that you still have some skills. But...it's strange, why did your coat fall off your shoulders? "

Provocation, absolute provocation!Almost everyone watching the battle couldn't help but have black lines on their faces.How could he forget that this first-year kid from Qingxue is always arrogant.

Glancing indifferently at his beautiful golden eyes, Yukimura turned around and picked up his coat.The moment he bent down, his delicate brows moved slightly, and then he quickly recovered his calm.

The kid did it on purpose.Disturb your posture with the outspin serve first, then use the pump A to make your shoulders high, and then use the cool volley to make yourself go forward and hit the ball.

And he didn't even realize it beforehand!

Throwing the coat to Kirihara in the stands, Yukimura looked back at the boy with a sly smile, and said coldly: "Little brat, this is not a game to throw off the coat."

"Really?" Looking sideways at Yukimura's indifferent face with the corners of his eyes raised slightly, the boy frowned displeasedly, and hummed, "Then I won this game."

Really, I really don't like this person's expression of rejecting people thousands of miles away!The person in my memory always had a gentle smile, but now it seemed like a different person.

Pursing his lips tightly, the boy turned around as if venting his anger, and walked quickly to the serving line.

Looking at the small back, Yukimura smiled helplessly, and whispered to himself: "What a headache."

Staring at Yukimura, the boy tightly held the racket with his left hand, and said in the same cold tone: "You still have lots more to work on."

Outside the stadium, anyone who is familiar with the boy knows that this is a harbinger of entering the realm of selflessness.

Under the support of the realm of selflessness, the big bang serve, the explosive ball flurry, the hidden spirit, and the stunts of various opponents that he had seen in the game, were used one by one by the boy, and he kept hitting the ball to Yukimura.

However, it was of no use.Yukimura didn't even change his calm expression a little, and he used simple return balls to resolve these tricks one by one.Even in the gap between returning the ball, he reminded the boy plainly: "As long as you are going to play, your selfless state is just wasting your energy in vain."

"You are really realistic. So, how about this?" Facing the ball that had already flown to the bottom line, the boy's figure flashed, and he appeared firmly on the bottom line.Holding the racket tightly with both hands, he slammed down hard, and the ball, with unparalleled momentum, fell straight into Yukimura's half court like thunder from nine heavens.

Move like thunder!

His eyes sank, Yukimura turned his head and looked straight at Sanada who had just returned to the stands, his purple eyes rolled with faint anger. "So you were watching, Sanada."

Meeting Yukimura's cold and angry gaze, Sanada looked calm and replied lightly: "I should have said that standing at the apex after going through a dignified competition is our consistent style at Tachikai."

Upright?Are you sure there is no selfishness in what you do, Sanada.When you used Thunderbolt for the first time, that kid was not here, that is to say, you used Thunderbolt in front of him, just when you went out just now.

Amethyst-like eyes stared at Sanada for a long time, Yukimura had a slight indifferent smile on his lips.

This is a naive idea of ​​victory that only a child would have, Sanada.You were obsessed with duels, that's why you lost in the Kanto Tournament.But a duel that cannot be won is worthless at all.

Turning around, facing the Thunderbolt that the boy used again after a few rounds, Yukimura raised his hand lightly, barely moving, caught the ball steadily, and then knocked it down at the boy's feet.

His eyes fell on the little figure half-kneeling on the court panting violently after exhausting a lot of physical strength due to excessive use of the selfless state, Yukimura said indifferently: "Why, is it over so soon?"

"How is it possible, I said I would defeat you!" Standing up slowly, and meeting those icy amethyst eyes, the young man once again opened another door to the realm of selflessness - the limit of thousands of tempers.Concentrating all his strength on his left arm, minimizing the fatigue of his body, the boy hit the ball towards Yukimura.

However, in Yukimura's eyes, all this is just a struggle before the fiasco.

As early as when Tezuka used this in the first round, he, who is good at seeing through the essence, already understood that although the limit of hard work strengthens the inner strength, other functions of the body will be relatively dull.If you can't use Tezuka's domain as perfectly as Tezuka, it's not a threat at all.

There was a cold light in his eyes, and he faced every attack the young man launched without haste, and then hit the ball accurately to the opponent's bottom line.In this way, Yukimura slowly pulled the total score to 4-0.

Outside the stadium, everyone's hearts were trembling involuntarily.Many of them saw Yukimura play for the first time, and thought that the so-called unbeaten record was somewhat mixed.But it is this person, this person who stands at the apex of Lihai, his strength makes people feel terrifying.

In this final, Yukimura never used any dazzling moves.Simple movement and simple swing made Qingxue's first-year ace helpless.

In other words, for Yukimura, tennis has become a part of his body after being extremely strong, and everything comes from instinct.

Looking indifferently at the young man who fell heavily on the field, Yukimura's sweet voice fell into the ears of others with a trace of cruelty: "There is no point in continuing, you should quickly admit defeat, it will be better for you."

"Absolutely..." Standing up with difficulty, the young man grabbed his white cap, met Yukimura's eyes with burning eyes, with a firm smile on his lips: "I will definitely teach you the opposite!"

What a stubborn little guy.

At that moment, there was a trace of tenderness in Yukimura's cold eyes, and it disappeared under the calm eyes very quickly.Turn around and walk towards your own half.

I thank you so much, little one.If it weren't for you, perhaps there would be no Seiichi Yukimura standing on the court today.I am very aware of your talent and perseverance, so I will respond to your awareness.

Perhaps, today's game will embarrass you.But just because it's you, if it's other mediocre players, I won't embarrass them so much.

In the stands, staring at the fleeting special expression on Yukimura's face, Sanada's eyes sank, and he grasped the railing tightly with his fingers.

broken!This game seems to be impossible.

Yukimura, are you really going to use your terrifying stunts to destroy that child?Don't you really care about him at all?