The Prince of Tennis - I'm Echizen Ryoma

"Have you really grown up?" In the staff room, the old lady Ryuzaki sighed, both relieved and regretful, "Although Ryoma said that, I don't think Nanjiro will give up. The US Open..."

"Sooner or later this day will come..." From the moment he defeated Kebin and the audience burst into cheers, I had a premonition.

"Hey, Tezuka, what do you think?" Resting his chin with one hand, Ryuzaki-sensei glanced at me.

Steady and straightened my back, my voice was firm, "Our goal is to dominate the country, that's all."

No matter what his decision is, as the head of the youth tennis department, this is my first priority.

After leaving Mr. Ryuzaki's office, I came to the tennis court, and there happened to be his match in the afternoon.

"That guy is getting better and better." This was Taocheng's loud voice.

"I always feel that Echizen should be able to challenge the U.S. Open." Kawamura's tone was still regretful.

"Did he think too much?" Haitang fixed his eyes on the jumping white hat figure in the arena.

"Let me tell you, Echizen didn't think about anything!" Taocheng clenched his fist and shouted impatiently, "Don't you all want to challenge the whole country? You guys are really ignorant!"

"Hey, Tezuka." Oishi patted me on the shoulder who was staring at the field, "Fudo Peak is here."

Looking back, a team of guys in black sportswear came over, and Tachibana, the leader, greeted me, "Long time no see, Tezuka. We are here to visit today."

Speaking of this matter, Ryuzaki-sensei had greeted me, but because of his affairs in the past two days, I had already forgotten about it.

"Ah, I heard from Ryuzaki-sensei, please take a look." But there was no entertainment, not even tea.

"The people from Fudo Peak are here."

"It must be for scouting, because maybe we will meet us during the national competition."

While the members were whispering, I lowered my head and glanced at Tachibana's feet, "After that, what happened to your feet?"

"No problem." Tachibana stomped his feet to show he was healthy, then looked up at me, "Tezuka seems to have fully recovered, that's great, I'm looking forward to meeting you in the national competition."

"Ah, me too." The two of us shook hands.

When looking at the court, Tachibana suddenly said, "By the way, is it true that Echizen is going to participate in the US Open?"

"You've heard?" I gave him a strange look, the news travels so fast.

"It's St. Rudolph's Guanyue who is talking everywhere, that guy has a big mouth." Before Juju answered, Yiwu stared at the field and muttered, and couldn't stop after mumbling, "But, it can't be done like this Let’s fight Echizen again, I want to fight him again, because it’s very uncomfortable to lose like this... (N thousand N hundred words are omitted here)”

Everyone in Fudo Peak was sweating profusely, and Buer stepped forward with a smile, ignoring Yiwu's thoughts, and spoke directly to Tachibana, "Ryoma said he won't go."

He just stood between me and Tachibana so abruptly, as if he didn't want me and Tachibana to discuss this topic any further.

"Really, Buer?" Not paying attention to Buer's reckless behavior, Tachibana's mind was obviously focused on the news, looking at Buer, with a slightly surprised tone.

Turning to face the court, Buer squinted his eyes and responded softly, "Yes."

"That's surprising too." Ju murmured.It seems that he also felt that it was a pity to give up this opportunity.

So all three of them naturally faced the court, staring at the same person.

"Drink!" On the court, the boy in the white hat made a sharp smash like an autumn wind sweeping fallen leaves. His opponent Quan was so stiff that he didn't even have the reaction to raise his racket.

"The game is over, Echizen wins! The game count is 6-0!"

In the astonishment of the crowd, he shouldered the red racket and walked off the field expressionlessly.

"It's a complete victory again~" "You did a good job, little one~"

As usual, Momoshiro Kikumaru leaned forward with a smile on her face

After wiping off his sweat with a towel, he responded in a low voice, "Thank you." Then he walked away silently.

"What's wrong, like this?" Kikumaru looked at his back with a little worry.

"Isn't he always like this?" Taocheng didn't care.

My eyes followed the little figure going away, ignoring the surprise and hesitation beside Budu, I also left the sideline without hesitation.

*By the pool, I put my hat aside, I unscrewed the faucet, and splashed cold water on my face.

I was irritable during the game before because of distraction.

Even though I made the decision to stay and play at the Nationals, I also knew that things were out of my total control as a 12-year-old.

Of the many school transfers in the United States, which one was decided by me?

If the old man is determined and wants me to go to the United States, there is no need to do anything else, just move.Before I became financially independent, I was just a boy, and I was still a thousand miles away from being an indomitable man.

This is a paradox.

If he refuses this opportunity in order to participate in the national competition, the result will depend on the old man's mood.

If you don't want to be at the mercy of the old man and want to be financially independent, you should participate in professional competitions as soon as possible and become a professional player—this is exactly what the old man wants.

Wuzhishan seems to be unable to escape from the bad middle age no matter what...

"Are you really not going to America?"

The sudden familiar voice made me startled, and I turned my head to look behind me, only to see the minister standing straight and staring at me with a calm expression on his face.It turns out that not only do you like people to look at the back of your head, but you also like to stare at the back of other people's heads. (Author's Note: Refer to Chapter 157)

"Yes." Has this already been said?Turning around and screwing on the faucet, the sound of rushing water stopped.

Picking up the hat and straightening it, I looked up at the minister, "I'm going to the national competition."

The minister's eyes stayed on the blue and white wristband of my left hand for a while, and he stepped forward to lift up the corner of the towel on my neck, and while drying the remaining drops of water on my cheeks, he said slowly, " When people make important choices, they tend to choose what looks best at the moment."

Stopping, he stared at me, his phoenix eyes behind the lens were clear and sharp, "However, in many cases this is wrong. You will only realize this after you make a choice."

Does he mean my choice was wrong?He wants me to choose to leave instead of stay?

"No such thing!" Looking directly at the minister, I vetoed his words face to face, "I have worked hard until today with the goal of the national competition!"

You said the words to become the pillar of Qingxue, do you want to swallow it?

Competing with the world's professional tennis players is of course very attractive to me.However, regardless of the overlap between the U.S. Open and the Nationals, I have a hunch that once I participate, no matter what results I achieve, my career path will not be far away.

At that time, the old man may not necessarily let me go back to Japan. It is more likely that he will just throw me to a corner in the United States or the United Kingdom, and focus on playing tennis.

"There's still time, think about it." After calmly speaking, the minister turned and walked away.

Looking at the back of the minister going away, I suddenly felt a little discouraged—maybe, my persistence and choice were not as important to the minister and Qingxue as I imagined.

On the way back, several seniors ran past, leaving behind excited discussions

"Hey, it's Minister Tezuka's match next!" "Hey, Ikeda is about to be abused, absolutely crushed~"

"Will the minister be as merciless as Echizen?" "Shhh, keep your voice down, you're going to die..."

"Don't run so fast, wait for me~"

I walked slowly in the direction they were running to the tennis court, put my hands in my trouser pockets, and stood still.There was a quiet space around him.

Outside the barbed wire fence of the tennis court, apart from the members of the Qing Academy, there were also Fudomine members in black tracksuits watching the match.

The noodle soup in Fudo Peak glanced at me a few times, his lips twitched as if he wanted to say something to me, maybe because of my fart expression, he didn’t dare to come over in the end.

In the tennis court, just as the match was about to start, the minister tightened his wrist guards meticulously.

"It's finally Tezuka, it's been a long time, and I can see his game." Tachibana from Fudomine said with emotion.

"One set decides the outcome, Tezuka serves!"

When the sun came down, the minister's figure was as straight and upright as ever, but he stood there with a calm expression and sharp eyes, giving people a strong sense of oppression.

"Please, please give me some advice..." Ikeda on the opposite side was already timid before fighting.

"Please give me more advice." The minister remained expressionless.

The high-flying tennis ball fell from the clear sky, and the Minister swung his racket, "Drink!"

The shadow of light and wind flashed by, and when the ball fell to the backcourt, Ikeda, who was still holding the racket with both hands, did not respond at all.After a while he came back to his senses, he almost didn't pick up the dropped chin.

The minister on the opposite side didn't pay attention to his expression at all. He looked at his left hand, raised his racket and shook it. Satisfied with the well-recovered left wrist, he nodded to himself.It seems that the astonishing ACE ball just now was just a warm-up.

"As expected of Tezuka." Tachibana sighed again.

"There really are such perfect players." Beside him, Qingtang Diannian began to mutter, "The skills, physique and spirit are impeccable. Such a person is a bug, and it is too depressing for other people's competitiveness..."

The ACE ball at the speed of light made me also stunned, the corners of my lips raised slightly, and I whispered, "As expected of Minister Tezuka."

That's right, the Minister gave the impression of being perfect.No matter what the situation is, move straight towards the goal without any wavering or hesitation.

I have worked hard until today with the goal of the national competition?It was the minister who did this, since he entered the youth school two years ago, and since I was not around...

As for me, the old man forced me to join the tennis club, and it took me only a few months to enter the youth academy.However, since when did I take the minister's goal as my own and take pride in it?

"Qing Xue, where everyone is here, really has immeasurable power." Tachibana was still feeling over there.

It's me who has been acting like a baby.

Obviously he didn't want to leave, but he used the excuse that the seniors only had this year.

In fact, without me, the seniors who have been working hard for the national competition can still achieve their goals perfectly-as long as everyone is present, no one will be injured due to external factors.

With the brim of my hat covering my face, I walked away slowly.

The author has something to say:

The narrator of this chapter is Tezuka - the protagonist.