Cherish the time

This hand backfill was like a thunderclap on the ground, which made the scalps of a large number of spectators numb.

--Is he crazy? !

Such doubts surfaced in the hearts of countless people at the same time, and even made them have an urge to rush into the TV and shake the dirty boy awake.

However, Kuwahara, who was sitting opposite Shinto, gradually withdrew that meaningful smile, and looked at him carefully for a while as if he was really getting to know him for the first time.

Then he held his son to the place where the only one left a glance, and picked up a large piece of sunspot that had entered the vine.

Shinto's original eight-eye advantage disappeared in an instant.

The situation on both sides reversed instantly.

Shinto Hikari's reaction was quick, and when he fell to the ground, he took a hit and trapped the third son of Bai Zi.

——What a beautiful inverted boot!

However, this is still not enough to make up for the losses that Heizi suffered earlier.

Shinto Hikari's heart was extremely clear.

He committed suicide and lost a lot of land... It's not because of a losing result!

Fierce battle.

Another round of fierce fighting.

Near the end, the two sides launched a final round of fierce competition around the last two contendable sites.

Because Bai Zi has the upper hand at present, Kuwahara is the first to recommend a "steady" tactic, adopting a defensive position, not greedy for too much, and not involved in risks.

But Jin Teng had to take risks in order to have a chance of life.

Such an attack and defense lasted 32 moves, and the chess pieces of both sides were entangled, which can be described as completely devoid of aesthetic feeling.

It is conceivable that if the hero Otake, who is known as the "aesthetic chess player", saw this game of chess, he might walk away on the spot.

But neither side has any intention of stopping.

So far, black has managed to regain its two-eye lead on the board, but if counting the stick-eye, it still loses to white's three-and-a-half.

Then comes the closing stage.

In the contemporary chess world, South Korea's Li Jiuduan's officials can be said to be unrivaled in the world. He often wins chess games or even reverses the game with his impeccable official skills. .

This shows how important the order of officials is.

Jin Teng is an all-around chess player, his official level is equal to the strength of other parts, which can be regarded as first-class level, but it can't reach the state of Li Jiudan's official chess decisive victory.

So he paused, and his fingers tapped his knees very rhythmically again.

He looked at the chessboard column by column, row by row, and every intersection point he saw was included in his calculations.

Looking at it all the way, he came up with a rough ending sequence, and he also had some confidence in the upcoming confrontation.

But this is still not enough.

He looked at it carefully again.

——Is there really no... possibility of victory?

He just doesn't believe it!

This kind of thinking lasted for about ten minutes, Shinto narrowed his eyes, hooked the corner of his mouth, then raised his wrist, and got caught in the bottom lane.

Fantastic!

Really wonderful!

This move, at first glance, cut off the vitality of the three white pieces, but in fact it is related to the life and death of the whole white piece!

Seeing the drop, Kuwahara subconsciously adjusted his sitting posture, and his expression became serious.

Obviously made a mistake.

——If this one is not handled well, it is possible for this little guy to snatch away more than a dozen targets at once...

After some calculations, Kuwahara found that the bottom lane was already in the opponent's game, and he couldn't make it work.

So he fought back and abandoned his third son helplessly to protect the overall situation.

It is these three sons that Shinto wants!

In the end, the game ended with Jindo narrowly winning Banmu.

The entire Japanese Go world was full of groans, and they admired Shindo Hikari's ability to turn the tide and bring the dead back to life in the official stage.

At the same time, a large number of chess players were puzzled by Shinto's suicidal move at move 277, and there was a lot of discussion about it.

Some people said that he was in a daze and did it wrongly; some said that he was well-planned and well-planned;

But no matter whether these people's attention is benevolent, malicious or unintentional, there is no doubt that the name of Hikari Shinto has been engraved into the hearts of every Japanese chess player and has become a brand new Go myth.

The next day, he entered the second floor of Fuji's house.

Shinto and Sawei sat facing each other across the chessboard.

"no need. 』

Last time, it was Shindo who was talking and Sawei was listening.

This time, it was Saoi who was talking, and Shinto was listening.

"Even if the second calamity has already been accomplished, you don't need to be so anxious to backfill the first move to break the calamity - firstly, the opponent may not be able to play the third calamity, and secondly, even if the third calamity is indeed achieved, it is just a draw ...You are completely a stinky chess game that hurts your own vitality instead of hurting the enemy. 』

"Even if you have calculated every move after that, and are sure that you can narrowly win with a half eye... it still can't hide the fact that this is a huge failure. 』

His words are sharp, every word is like a knife, really leaving no room for it.

Shinto listened in silence, occasionally nodding in response.

About five or six minutes later, Zuo Wei, who had finally had enough of reprimanding, paused for a while, and then changed the subject, "...but if you put aside the victory and defeat at the time, from a long-term perspective, this move can be said to be the crowning touch of the whole game . 』

Hearing this remark, Shinto couldn't help laughing.

"I know you think so too. His eyebrows and eyes are slightly curved, his tone is soft, but what he said has the power to shock those who hear it, "Isn't he going to let us make a choice? —Then we'll give him a choice. 』

"Shut up. 』Zuo Wei angrily "knocked" him with a fan across the air, "I haven't finished yet." 』

Shinto made a gesture of zipping his mouth very politely, signaling you to continue.

"All in all," he pondered for a moment, finally showing a little smile on his face that had been stern since the beginning of the discussion, "this is a good game of chess. 』

The goldfish with black and white patterns in the fish tank flicked its tail lightly and spit out a bunch of bubbles.

It is day and night, in the inner courtyard of the Kuwahara residence.

Jin Kuwahara, wearing a vest, was sitting in the corridor with a small bottle of chilled sake beside him.

"Old man—" Kuwahara's wife's voice came from the room, "Don't drink too much—"

"Just this glass—" Kuwahara answered in a loud voice, and poured the last bit of wine in the bottle into the glass.

He swayed the sake in his glass, replaying today's game with that little fellow Shinto Hikaru in his mind.

The reflection of the moon was shaken into shattered fragments by him, refracting a little cold light.

He raised his head and looked at the white and boundless crescent moon, wondering what he was thinking.

Gradually, his right hand shaking the wine glass stopped.

Those fragments of the moon formed a white curve again, lying quietly on the bottom of the dark cup, Kuwahara Jin muttered softly, "...a new era has arrived."

He raised his glass and drank the wine in the glass together with the moon in the glass.