Amethyst Fascination

Leaning at the corner of the corridor, Yukimura looked at the starry night sky, his handsome face lost his usual smile.

A little tired, not because of the large dose of training during the day, but because of the teammates who were sent away at dusk.He can understand the cruelty contained in the word victory or defeat, but he still feels melancholy.After all, it was those who stayed behind who sent them away with their own hands.

Pleasant tennis, how can it be enjoyable?When pure tennis bears heavy responsibilities, it is impossible to enjoy the joy of it.

Just like facing Sanada today, he also thought that he could have a good match with his friends.But when his dignity was challenged, when faced with the choice of winning or losing, he finally chose to defeat him mercilessly.

Perhaps, his tennis cannot be happy.

Gently closing his eyes, feeling the instant coldness of the evening wind blowing on his face, Yukimura remembered the conversation with Minamijiro just now.

He didn't want to find the former tennis warrior to explain himself, because he knew that there were some things that no one could help him.Just like the illness that dragged him into the abyss of despair, in the end he could only rely on himself to get up from the darkness and stand on the court he loved the most.

He called Nanjiro, but he wanted to know where the child who had disappeared without a trace went.That child didn't participate in today's confrontation, and he didn't see the child when he sent the eliminated one away.

So, he called the United States, wondering if the kid had contacted his family, but what he got was the indifferent laughter of the former tennis warrior: "Don't worry about Ryoma, pretty boy. He should go. A place where you can meet someone you need to meet."

He didn't ask, because he believed that the child's father said it was fine, so the child should be fine.

Thank you in a low voice, and when he was about to say goodbye, the child's father suddenly asked him: "Pretty boy, are you enjoying playing tennis?"

At that moment, he was stunned, unable to answer, and didn't know how to answer.

As if he knew that he would have such a reaction, the former tennis warrior smiled, and said to him meaningfully in the ruffian laughter: "Don't let tennis become a shackle, and forget the original intention of playing."

Reminiscing about this short conversation, Yukimura seemed to understand the meaning of it, and also understood that it is really difficult for him to do it now.Once standing on the court, winning or losing becomes all that is considered.As it is with others, so it is with that child.

Taking a deep breath, rubbing the slightly swollen forehead with his fingertips, Yukimura smiled helplessly.Because he thought of the little boy who filled him with concern.

In the second half of today's competition, almost all Qingxue Zhengxuan members were mobilized to look for the missing child.In fact, he also went there at that time.

At that time, he searched the venues one by one along the central axis of the entire camp, and found the small figure in a remote stadium.

The kid was fighting fiercely against someone whom he had met the day before, Kazuya Tokugawa on Court No. 1.

He didn't know how the kid found Tokugawa, just as he didn't know why Tokugawa agreed to this contest.He still remembered that when Kirihara approached Tokugawa the day before, the cold arrogance in that person's eyes that rejected others thousands of miles away.

He just leaned quietly behind the tree, watching this unexpected confrontation, and had to admit that Tokugawa's strength was very strong.

But these are not important, what is important is that he saw the corner of the child's lips raised in satisfaction, and the flickering smile in Tokugawa's cold eyes.

Heart, suddenly a little tingling, sour.

So, he left, not wanting the child to see himself like this.

Later, he couldn't find the child.

Are you jealous?It must be jealous.He clearly confessed, but in a blink of an eye that child found someone else, so what?

The smile on the corner of his lips was slightly bitter, Yukimura sighed softly, covered his aching chest with his hand, and murmured to himself with some complaints: "Do you really feel nothing at all, little bastard?"

When Atobe came out of the room, he happened to bump into Yukimura walking slowly with his head down.Standing where he was, his deep blue eyes stared coldly at Yukimura with a touch of deep thought, his brows were tightly furrowed.

Last night, I accidentally saw Yukimura and the child going back to the dormitory together from the window, and it was almost impossible to convince him that there was nothing between Yukimura and the child.

Looking up at Atobe who was blocking the middle of the corridor, Yukimura smiled slightly and asked softly, "Is there something wrong, Atobe-kun?"

"Where did Echizen go?" It was that kind of gentle and polite smile again, which made Atobe feel very uncomfortable, so he had no time to care about the so-called demeanor.

Raising his eyebrows, he and Atobe looked at each other quietly for a moment, Yukimura smiled and shook his head: "I don't know."

"Really? I thought you knew everything about that kid." He pursed his lips and stared at Yukimura for a long time, but found that he couldn't see anything strange from those clear amethyst eyes, Atobu frowned coldly.

Lips curved slightly, Yukimura met Atobe's cold eyes with a smile, and his pleasant voice contained a slight sarcasm: "Even if I know, I don't need to report to you, Atobe-kun."

Seeing Atobe's frown instantly, Yukimura smiled softer.Walking around Atobe and walking to his room, he said softly, "Good night, Atobe-kun."