[Comprehensive] Legend of the Son of God

Since they started to associate with Zangma, their life is still the same.Both have circles that cannot overlap, and truly mature lovers should give each other a certain amount of space.Even though they are both novices in communication, after getting along with each other for so many years, it feels that there is no difference.

This time, Yukimura is Heidei who went with Kurama.Kurama was entrusted by the student council to discuss with Hyotei about the joint academy festival of the three schools.

In previous years, the school festivals were held separately, but this time Ice Emperor changed the new policy and invited Lihai University and Teiko Middle School to hold the academy festival in Ice Emperor.Of course, the home court is still Bingdi, but Lihai University and Diguang Middle School have to come up with some programs.

"The task assigned by the student union is for the Tennis Department. The president said that the Tennis Department has the most funds and has many talents. It is the signature of Lihai University. If you want the funds for the next year, you must handle it well, and you can't lose face in front of other schools. " Zangma said a little funny: "The repertoire given to you is a stage play."

"...It's really annoying."

It will take a long time for Kurama and Atobe to talk about things.Because Yukimura is an art committee member, he is not keen on competing for this kind of student union position, so he said hello and wanted to go to the street tennis court in Tokyo.

"Excuse me, where is the tennis court?" Walking in the park, feeling the freshness of green trees and grass, a young boy asked for directions. He had dark green hair and amber cat eyes, but was covered by a hat. covered up.

"I'm not from Tokyo."

"Excuse me." The boy in casual clothes with a tennis bag on his back pressed his hat and went to ask the next person.

Yukimura, who didn't take it seriously, wandered leisurely from one tennis court to another, but didn't see a single person worthy of his attention.Disappointed, he was about to leave when he saw a barefoot middle-aged man in a black bathrobe and sunglasses watching the situation in the arena while reading a newspaper.

When I looked back subconsciously, I found the dark green haired boy playing street tennis.

"...Miaozi is good, but it doesn't look like he has used his real strength." Yukimura became interested. The opponent just used an outspin serve. This is a trick that ordinary tennis players can't practice well. Kirihara back then would be similar trick.

The other party seems to be a primary school student, if he can be drawn into Li Hai University, even after he graduates, Kirihara can lead Li Hai University to continue the myth.Although Yukimura, the chief minister of Lihai, never personally poachs corners, it is a good thing to strive for obvious talents as much as possible.

The monk beside him glanced at the newspaper he held up, and stole a glance at him.

When the opponent defeated the opponent by a big score, Yukimura put on his coat and entered the field with a tennis racket, and asked with a light smile, "Can you play with me?"

"Oh? Are you strong?" The young man scanned the audience calmly, there were only a few here and there, and one of the most wretched was his old man.So Echizen Ryoma lowered the brim of his hat again.

"I'm strong." Yukimura never lacked confidence in himself.

"But if you're playing tennis with someone, you should take off your coat first." It seemed that he was dissatisfied with the other party's relaxed attitude, and Echizen's clear and clear boyish voice was also very nice when expressing his dissatisfaction.

"That depends on whether you have the ability."

In fact, Yukimura, in his capacity as the king of Lihai, is crushing when playing street tennis.It's just that this time he needs to test the boy's level, so he restrains his playing style very much, and controls it to the point where it will not cause harm to the boy's future development. It is useless to eliminate the five senses at all. He just hits every ball of the boy accurately. .

No fancy tricks, just a simple fight back.

"... Very powerful, what's your name?" Echizen is still immature, and he hasn't realized that Yukimura is making a big splash. He only knows that the person in front of him is very strong, but he has no idea how strong he is.He trotted to the point where the ball landed and hit back, obviously he could find the opponent's dead corner every time, but the opponent seemed to be able to return any ball.

"When asking someone else's name, say your own name first."

"Echizen Ryoma."

"I'm Yukimura Seiichi, Echizen-kun is very good." The aptitude is similar to that of Kirihara back then, or even stronger.He saw infinite possibilities from this boy.Yukimura Seiichi, who was obsessed with victory in his youth and was harsh on himself and others, has long been different. Now he deeply understands how boring it is without an opponent.

Yukimura, who has seen some tricks from the boy's various stunts calmly, is more and more sure of the other party's talent.

But Echizen was more anxious. He rarely encountered such an opponent that he couldn't see through, and the opponent had been fighting for so long, and the jacket on his body hadn't fallen off. This was obviously a leak.

"Hey, use all your strength, don't look down on people."

"Hehe, you are not suitable now." Yukimura turned his head and asked him: "If you want to see my strength, how about joining Lihai University?"

"I'm from Qingxue."

"Forget it." Yukimura, who never pushes others, sighed regretfully. "But I thought you were a primary school student. What a pity."

"Hey, I said you are serious about hitting!" The little prince who gritted his teeth slightly raised his voice as if he had been poked at a sore spot in his height.He quickly ran to the spot where the ball landed, trying to hit a tricky angle.

Being hit back again, the ball turned into a golden light and pressed on his bottom line.

Soon, the game was over.

"Young man, the gap between you and the boy opposite you is too great." The barefoot man who had been sitting by the side watching couldn't sit still. He put down the newspaper used to cover him, and began to sharply analyze Yukimura's style of play.This boy didn't use any tricks. It's rare for teenagers at this age to be so solidly grounded. The tricks are one by one. It's a pity that in front of him, a veteran who has become a myth in the tennis world, those tricks are vulnerable. .

He is Echizen Nanjiro, a legendary warrior who once stood on the top of the world, and he has a vague understanding of the sense of disobedience.

Nanjiro, who was interested in this, put down his crossed legs, turned to squint at his defeated son, and said, "Hey, boy, give me your tennis racket."

"Old man? Are you going to play?" Echizen Ryoma gave him a surprised look, and then handed him a racket.Apart from fighting with himself, my father didn't fight with others very much, and now he made an exception.

"Confirm something." Echizen Nanjiro moved his wrist, and smiled leisurely at Yukimura who was wearing a green sweatband on the opposite side. "Hey, boy, play a game with me."

The sun is just right today, and there are more and more people on the tennis court. On weekends, scattered members of the school team often come to the tennis court to try their hands. There are also many college tennis players and people who take tennis as a hobby to watch.It's just that street tennis is prone to friction, and many people were attracted by the friction there just now, so Yukimura and Minamijiro's court was sparse and few people were watching.

Yukimura starts.He held the ball and rubbed it for a while, but he was a little uncertain.The man on the opposite side looks lazy, but in fact this stance is very clever, if used well, he can return to defense from any angle.

Are you a master?Tokyo has such a master?

Anyway, let's have a look.

The imposing ball was shot like a bullet, and the man who started to run let out an unruly smile, and hit back easily as expected.

Is it hitting the net? ...No, in the backcourt!Yukimura, who subconsciously took a step forward, quickly realized that the steps under his feet had unconsciously used Shunpo's tricks.

--fight back!

Shunpo's skill was forced out with the first ball... This uncle, it's not easy.

Yukimura pushed back the blue-purple hair that blocked his eyes, and his fighting spirit rose.It is rare to feel such a threat in tennis. This kind of stimulation makes Yukimura have a feeling that he has not seen for a long time - he will lose, and he will lose if he is not careful!

"Hey, boy, don't hesitate to use your unique skills. Your tennis is not just like that just now!" The illusion of holding a sword.

The aura just now... belonged to a samurai.

"Ah, you are very observant, uncle." Yukimura pursed his lips, his water-colored eyes were full of fighting spirit, and the cat-eyed boy who went to buy a can of Fanta raised his eyebrows slightly. He hadn't seen the old man for a long time So serious, when I played tennis with him, I always played him like this.

Yukimura's aura also changed slightly, the way he held the racket with both hands looked like he was holding a sword.Some sweaty blue-purple hair was softly attached to the white neck, and the body squatted down slightly, clearly intending to guard the front of the net.

Just now, all points were lost in the serve game, which has not happened for a long time.Whether it was the former self or the current self, they had never been awarded full points in the first game.

The opponent serves.

"Are you an all-around type?" Nanjiro asked casually before serving. "I've never seen that special step just now, did you come up with it yourself?"

"No, it's a pity that someone else taught it." Although Yukimura talked with Nanjiro in a relaxed and happy manner, his nerves were actually tense.He tried it just now. Ordinary Yips are useless. The only plan for now is to perfect it in the match with this man. He is still in the process of conception. The last step is to 'destroy the five senses' and 'illusory dreams'.

Even with absolute speed and physical strength, Yukimura's time playing tennis is still too short. He has only seen the strength of tennis in middle school, and he has never stepped out of Japan and into the world.Sometimes technology and experience will be the biggest gap.

Echizen Ryoma, who was sitting on a bench to score points, drank the last sip of Fanta, and then threw the can into the trash can.Even though his old man had already won two rounds, the opponent didn't feel anxious at all, instead he had an excellent psychological quality, and he even had the feeling that the opponent had gradually adapted to this rhythm.

"There seems to be a competition here."

"The level must be rubbish, cut, it's a street tennis court after all."

A group of high school students with tennis bags on their backs passed by, just casually looking into the field twice.But he was quickly attracted by the ultra-high-speed rhythm.

"This level! Impossible, an uncle... and a middle school student?"