[Comprehensive] Legend of the Son of God

It has gradually been able to keep up with the rhythm of his attack.Yukimura's counterattack began to become more comfortable.Whether it's the net or the bottom line, he can pass at the speed of a ghost, and his super dynamic vision and judgment allow him to predict the landing point a little bit.

"You have already reached the realm of selflessness, boy! Why don't you use it?"

"I can't beat you even if I use it, but it's just a waste of energy." Yukimura said, launching a thousand hammers with one hand, but the spinning ball was unexpectedly hit back by Echizen Minamijiro. "Whether it is the limit of hard work or the limit of brilliance, it is useless to you, isn't it?"

"You can see it clearly! It's not controlled by anatta, it's a very wise choice." It seemed that Nanjiro hadn't had such a good fight in a long time, his stubble-covered chin raised, as if he was sure of the other party's intelligence.

"Non-self realm?" Echizen Ryoma, who was sitting on the cold bench, propped his chin with one hand, and muttered to himself in doubt. "what is that?"

"The state of selflessness is the highest state that can only be achieved by experienced tennis players who have no distractions and distractions. Even us U17s, there are very few who can reach that state."

"U17? What's that?" Ryoma looked back at the man in the red and white coat, a little surprised at his inexplicable conversation and inexplicable ignorance.

He really didn't speak any more, but focused on watching the game.

Yukimura was slowly releasing his momentum.At this level of tennis, it is no longer purely competitive. He even began to admire his own madness. In such a high-pressure game, he still has time to strive to perfect Yips and his five senses.Although he thought that killing the five senses would not be useful in the face of the man in front of him, he could only try reluctantly.

Boom——!There was the dull sound of a tennis ball hitting the ground.

The man with narrowed eyes kept on catching the ball just now, but the ball passed the side of his racket and shot straight into the ground, rubbing a spinning mark.

"It seems to be successful..." Yukimura, who didn't think that this would be an easy end, stared straight at the man opposite, and the man returned to normal after a moment of vision disturbance as expected.

"Nervous system disorder, boy, your tennis is really dangerous." Nanjiro, who was caught off guard by the attack of the five senses just now, also had a drop of cold sweat on his forehead. Catching the ball without knowing where to start, it seems that it is no longer on the court, but in a world without light and sound.

This is by no means comparable to the average Yips.

"To be able to understand such cruel tricks at this age."

Nanjiro's eyes couldn't help becoming a little complicated, he finally understood what this slender boy was restraining in the match with his own son just now.

This is a trick that can ruin the tennis career of an immature player. The pain, unwillingness, humiliation, and embarrassment of not being able to touch the ball in an official game are enough to become a player's nightmare.It even made him afraid to play.

How terrifying.

"Tennis has such a silent aggressiveness, and it is my own choice." Yukimura said: "I know it is dangerous, so I will never use it, but you are worth it for me."

"I have another trick, I wonder if you can handle it."

It is a terrible thing to never lose, and Yukimura knows that he also needs a failure to wake himself up.But with his strength, defeating him is not easy, and what Yukimura needs is a hearty defeat.Soberly aware of this, he is contradictory and unwilling to fail.

Very childish isn't it?It has been so many years, but he is still unwilling to lose.

I want to beat him, I want to prove myself, I want to gain joy and satisfaction.

But today, he finally met a man with stronger skills and experience than himself. From him, he saw his goal and hope.

"Boy, who did you learn tennis from?" Although he disapproved of Yukimura's Yips, he did not deny his tennis skills.Even though he saw shadows from this teenager's tennis, it was more of a higher and farther spirit.He can stand at the top, no, if it's middle school tennis or even high school tennis, he's at the top.

"Myself." Yukimura made a smash, and the tennis ball hit Echizen Minamijiro's second half. "Dominate yourself, improve yourself, until the point of perfection, this is my tennis."

"Hey, let me ask you, are you happy playing tennis?"

Yukimura, who was startled suddenly, missed a ball, and the ball grazed his hair and shot to the ground, leaving a long trace.

Are you happy playing tennis?It was a very simple question, but he was stumped.

He knows that victory is very happy, and he has been moving in this direction. The national three-game winning streak is his goal at this stage. For this reason, everything is turning regularly like an orderly machine.

Get rid of other schools by a big score, and stand at the top of the world with the arrogance of a king.

Dudu never thought about putting aside all pursuit of victory and defeat, patted his chest and asked himself, is playing tennis happy?

He picked up tennis again not only to fulfill his boyhood dream, but also to take responsibility and lead Lihai to rush across the country, but can he really regain his boyhood, innocent dream now?

"This is your unique move, the reason for the gloomy and heavy." The man who had stopped at some point turned the beat in his hand.He is very appreciative of this young man. He is talented and works hard. It is rare to have such a clear mind that will not be imprisoned by the power of selflessness, but it may be too early to reach that level. dream.

He had a hunch that the young man in front of him was the most difficult enemy to defeat in front of Ryoma.

But he will not give up guiding this boy because of this.He is qualified to stand on the world stage.The long-lost blood boiled in his chest. Although his face was serious, the agitated pulse had already fully explained the joy of seeing a new star again, a samurai who had no rivals in the world tennis world and thus retired——Echizen Minamijiro.

Yukimura grabbed the clothes where his heart was, and big drops of sweat dripped down, moistening his vision.Everything in the past has long been blurred, but what happened to the excitement and trembling just now like meeting an opponent?Just now, he clearly knew that he might fail, but he was enjoying this tennis match infinitely, more than ever.

"...Yes, playing tennis is very happy." It is probably because of this reason that he wanted to recover from terminal illness and return to the game.The tennis club is not his own shackles, but the shackles he has put on for himself. After returning to the basics, he recognized himself.

Even after so many years, does he still have the spirit of a teenager?

In the end, I still lost, a fiasco.

The score of [-] to [-] was already a disastrous defeat for him.Yukimura, who was wiping his sweat with a wet towel, smiled wryly, but this game made him see a lot of shortcomings.

"Senior, may I ask your name..."

"Echizen Nanjiro, kid, your name is Yukimura Seichi, right?"

"Yes, you are the legendary..."

"I remember, the guy who can get three points from me who doesn't let the water go... One day, you will stand on the international arena, if you still maintain your love of tennis." Interrupted Seeing Yukimura's surprise about his identity, Nanjiro threw the beat to his son who was watching the game on the bench, and then turned around and said to Yukimura.

Standing on the international arena.

great idea.Now he has gained a peaceful life, can be with his family, can reunite with Tibetan horse, and then pursue his original dream, maybe he will have no regrets in this life.

Yukimura raised his face and smiled slightly after experiencing the feeling of sweating profusely for a long time.

"Young man, which school are you from?" A young man in a red and white coat stood in front of him, rubbing his chin and looking at him.

"Huh? Is there something wrong?"

"It's like this. I'm the U17 coach. Your game was very exciting just now. Do you want to participate in training and compete for the chance to go to the world?"

"...As for this, let's talk about it after seeing the performance of my teammates and me in the national competition." Although the opportunity is at your fingertips, Yukimura has no intention of giving up his teammates, but refuses without a trace.What he wants does not need to be sent to him by others, but to fight for it himself.

"Wait, your name."

"Likai University affiliated, Yukimura Seiichi." Yukimura said calmly after putting on the team uniform belonging to Rikai University and walking out of the field with a tennis bag.

Then he took out his mobile phone and dialed a number, and asked briskly, "Hey, Zangma, where are you now?"

The author has something to say: Therefore, the master will never lose to Echizen Ryoma.

You see, his father directly enlightened the Lord. Facing the perfect ancestor, the little dragon horse who is perfect doesn't like it... (Longma fans don't beat me up) I don't like Qingxue.

So, the next chapter begins to jump into the God of Death...

The most important thing is coming & it's not easy =A=

Adopt me, I'm easy to raise.

play bad Seireitei