The tournament ended faster than expected.

The crowd had almost dispersed. When the two packed up their tennis bags and were about to leave, a strange voice came from behind them.

"Are you the champion and runner-up this time?"

The boy with glasses looked at them with a serious face. "I didn't make it to the game today. Let's have a showdown."

Sanada's anger was completely ignited.

Did he think that just because he lost to Yukimura, he dared to look down on him?

Damn it!

He strode forward and stared at the boy angrily. "Don't talk big. I don't need Yukimura to deal with you!" Ignoring Yukimura's stop, he stood still on the court with his racket as if he was holding a sword.

However, the next development surprised Yukimura.

No matter how tricky Sanada's return was, the ball would always return to a place one step away from the opponent. Gradually, the opponent didn't even need to move to control Sanada.

The boy seemed to have a flow of air around him, like a magnetic field, firmly attracting the tennis ball to prevent it from falling on his court.

Sanada on the court was exhausted. Yukimura outside the court could clearly see a thin layer of white mist lingering around the boy's body. He had never seen this kind of mystery before.

For a moment, Yukimura didn't even have time to pay attention to his friend on the other side. He stared at the boy's movements with interest.

Sanada, who was beaten 6: 0, felt like he had been slapped twice in the face. Losing to Yukimura was one thing, but even a random person could beat him. Was he really that weak?

He unwillingly asked for another set, but he only managed to keep the last serve.

The 6: 0 and 6: 1 defeats were heavy blows to the boy who had suffered three defeats today.

He was pulled by Yukimura to walk off the court. His fingers stiffly felt his friend's hands that were constantly emitting heat, comforting him.

"Shinichiro."

That person smiled at him easily and reached out to touch his forehead. "You just have to watch me from now on."

He looked at Yukimura's side, one hand holding the racket on his shoulder, the other hand clenched into a fist, and his thumb pointed behind him. He said provocatively to the bespectacled man, "You, how about a match with me?"

Both Xing Mura and the bespectacled man had played two six-set matches today. In comparison, Sanada had not only won a tiebreaker in the semifinals in the morning, but he had also lost a zero in the finals in the afternoon. By the time he had played two matches with the bespectacled man, he was already physically and mentally exhausted.

Even though Xing Mura had such thoughts, the fact that he was able to send Sanada, who was in such a bad state, to zero meant that he was quite capable. Xing Mura used his full strength without hesitation.

It was only after he fought with his opponent that he realized what the white fog was. From his perspective, it looked like a typhoon had trapped his ball in the air. The poor ball was like a small car that had been sucked into a tornado, obediently controlled.

This move was truly impressive. However, what was that white light above it?

His opponent's speed and strength were excellent, and his stamina was probably not worse than his.

However, Yukimura had unlimited confidence in his mental strength and skills. He had already seen through the essence of his opponent's tornado. If there was something that could break through the centrifugal force …

The universe's black hole could suck in everything that passed by. Unless one was on the periphery and moving at the same speed, one could pass through safely.

Thinking of this, his eyes lit up, and the racket in his hand turned at an angle without leaving a trace.

When the ball flew past the net, it subtly dodged the tornado that was trying to wrap around it. It slyly turned a corner and gently landed in front of the net.

This was a roundhouse short ball that borrowed the principle of Yukimura's slicing serve. Yukimura had figured out the speed of the tornado through many rounds, and used the small air resistance produced by the opponent's tornado to make the ball pause in front of the net when it passed through the arc, and then reverse back to the net through the roundhouse.

The subtlety of this ball's calculation was completely beyond his previous state. Even Yukimura himself did not expect to be able to successfully break it in one try.

“Fifteen

Love, Yukimura … "Sanada reported the score in a daze. He did not expect that after just the first ball between the two, after so many rounds of back and forth, the one who scored was actually Yukimura.

He was actually so strong …

Thinking of what Yukimura said to him before he went on the court, that all he had to do was watch him … Sanada's originally dark eyes suddenly burst with heat. Yukimura had the confidence to break his opponent's move, and was doing it for him to see. If he did not study seriously at this time, he would be too lax!

Although Yukimura still did not know what his opponent's other skill was, it did not prevent him from completely breaking the current one.

After successfully trying the first way to avoid the tornado, Yukimura began to calculate the other ways.

According to his estimation, if he had enough strength and speed, being able to pass through the tornado would be the best way to break it. However, with his physical condition, it was not possible for him to do so at the moment.

He was a little puzzled. His opponent's physique was about the same as his, and his style of play was not strength, but technique. Where did his speed come from?

Yukimura threw these thoughts to the back of his mind. He would give this method to Shinichiro when he returned. He would definitely be able to achieve this type of play. Yukimura returned to the baseline and stood in the corner.

Sanada realized that this move was similar to the one he used to hit back at "Fire" in the afternoon.

Yukimura turned sideways, held the racket with both hands, and returned a huge curveball. The small ball went around the net posts, and the curveball was almost parallel to the tornado on the opposite court. However, it was not sucked in at all. Instead, it maintained a distance and hit the outside corner of the opposite court heavily. The ball did not even bounce, but instead slid to the side of the court.

In this ball, Yukimura took advantage of the opponent's rotation to add a reverse side spin to the racket. The strength of his hands increased the impact and speed, and he completely aimed at the opponent's blind spot.

This was Yukimura's second way to break the tornado.

Up until this point in the game, he had not used any unique skills. Just through observation and calculation, he had completely sealed the powerful and terrifying centrifugal force.

The bespectacled teenager standing opposite the court felt for the first time a strength that was completely above his own. This was unprecedented in his previous battle records.

Was this this year's champion?

He could not even find a blind spot.

Obviously, he had added the new ultimate that was invincible in the club. Even the first runner-up could not break it, but he could not struggle against this person …

He pushed his glasses up and looked at his opponent with admiration. He said calmly, "Wonderful. Don't be careless. Continue!"

However, the other party blinked and laughed out loud.

The game ended without any suspense. Yukimura was still holding a grudge against Sanada. He did not use Five Senses Obliteration, which somewhat comforted Sanada.

Under the two methods, Yukimura's offensive made his opponent unable to resist. At the beginning of the fourth game, his opponent's strength rapidly decreased. The white light began to disappear, and the ball that he could catch was no longer as easy to catch. This allowed Yukimura to see some clues.

At the end of the sixth game, Yukimura looked at his opponent's sweaty appearance with satisfaction. As expected, he still liked the result of crushing with strength.

When the two came off the court, the boy sat down on the bench and panted heavily.

Yukimura kindly handed him a towel and glanced at his friend with a smile. "You're very strong. However, when Shinichiro's strength and spirit recover, it's not impossible to play an exciting game with you." He hinted that his opponent had not really defeated Sanada.

The boy looked up at the two. "Let's fight on the court in the future.

I'm Tezuka Guoguang. Junior high student enrolled in Tokyo Youth Campus. "

Yukimura nodded. "Seiichi Yukimura and Sanada Senichiro."

He looked back at Sanada. "Unless your school team enters the Kanto Tournament, you won't meet Tachikaidai."

He smiled, and his eyes were full of pride. "I'm looking forward to the next game with you, Tezuka -kun."

Yukimura did not expect that the record of the Kanto Tournament would be published in a tennis magazine. After this game, his unique skill, "Five Senses Annihilation," caused a lot of discussion.

Overnight, whether it was contrary to sportsmanship to make the opponent have a perverted state of mind became a topic of endless debate among tennis enthusiasts.

At the center of the topic, Yukimura, who was named the "Son of God," was leisurely walking around the campus of Kanagawa's Fourth Primary School.

His sister, Yuyi, would be attending this primary school the next year. Because it was close to home, the school was stable, and the girls' club results were excellent. His parents chose this beautiful primary school for his well-behaved sister.

Yukimura took the opportunity of the summer vacation to visit the Fourth Primary School. He wanted to see if there were any fun places for his sister in advance.

His phone suddenly rang with an incoming message. He flipped open the phone. The message from Lai Xi Chuan made him laugh.

"Someone called Chihara Akiya came to the tennis club and said he wanted to play you. You weren't there, so he defeated everyone."

Yukimura replied with bad intentions, "Including you?"

Lai Chi River: "… Yes.

Lost 6: 4. "

Oh, that's quite amazing. But how come I've never heard of this name?

After pondering for a while, Yukimura sent an email to Liu to ask questions. After a while, information about this person was briefly introduced back.

He was also in the Second Primary School like Liu. However, because Liu had just transferred and was preparing to take the exam, he did not train in the tennis club.

This Chihara seemed to be the ace of the Second Primary School. However, he was often late. No one in the club could control him. He was very disobedient and often stood people up in team matches.

Problem child …?

Yukimura smiled. Since he was only looking for him, it meant that he had the confidence to challenge the king. If they really met, there was no harm in having a good match.

Dark clouds gathered above his head and raindrops fell on his face. The humid air made Yukimura feel uncomfortable. He rubbed his arms and ran to a storeroom not far away.

He did not have an umbrella and was walking around the stadium. The eaves of the nearest building were pitifully small. He walked around the wall and saw a figure standing under the eaves with an umbrella at the main entrance.

He walked over and stood next to the person.

The narrow porch could not block the rain. In the blink of an eye, it became a downpour. Yukimura's shoulder was wet. The scene was somewhat awkward.

"If you don't mind, please stand under the umbrella."

After accepting the other party's kindness, Yukimura thanked the person and moved closer to him.

He turned his head and saw that the other party was a very elegant young man wearing glasses. He smiled gently at him. However, Yukimura was sensitive enough to notice that there was something strange about this person.

He tilted his head in confusion. "Is there something wrong?"

"… Sorry."

Yukimura was puzzled. What did he have to apologize for?

"I'm not a bad person."

The young man realized that he had been completely forgotten. He did not know if he should remind him. However, with his character, he did not want the misunderstanding to continue. Thus, he said frankly, "I met you once in the botanical garden. At that time, my attitude caused a misunderstanding. I hope you can allow me to explain."

Thunder rumbled, and the almost forgotten memories in Xing Cun's mind instantly appeared in front of him.

That perverted guy with glasses who coveted his sister!

He smiled and said casually, "Actually, I still don't remember this …"

The young man choked and pushed up his glasses. "At that time, I went to play with my parents and sister. I saw that your sister was very cute. When I thought of how my little sister would grow up, it was inevitable that my eyes would offend you. I hope you can forgive me." He did not want to be hated. "It's not that I had any bad intentions. I was envious when I saw you get along with each other.

I'm sorry. "In fact, Yukimura had already reacted. He also knew that such a young child might not have done it on purpose. Now that the misunderstanding was resolved, the young man's kindness before he recognized him made him feel better.

"At that time, I also misunderstood you. I didn't expect you to remember it today. I'm really sorry."

The young man breathed a sigh of relief and smiled. "You and your sister are very impressive. In addition, I've always regretted the last two glances you gave me." He reached out his hand without an umbrella. "Liu Sheng, Liushi Kanagawa Second Primary School, sixth grade."

"Seiichi Yukimura, sixth grade, Kanagawa Daiichi Primary School."

Yukimura looked at the paper bag under the young man's arm. Seeing that it was about to slip, he could not help but hold it. "Thank you for holding the umbrella for me. Let me help you."

The two of them did not walk out of the eaves because of the heavy rain.

After chatting for a while, he learned that Liu Sheng was the president of the Student Council. During the summer vacation, he borrowed the school library to organize the election materials.

Knowing that the two of them were going to Tachikaidai together, they exchanged phone numbers and email addresses and chatted happily for a while.

Liu Sheng was a very gentlemanly person.

Yukimura felt very comfortable chatting with him. He did not deliberately find a topic to talk about. He just started talking about the court in front of him.

Liu Sheng loved golf. It was a relatively unpopular sport in elementary and middle schools. In contrast, tennis was a very popular club in almost every school.

"Yukimura Kun must be very good at tennis."

Liu Sheng looked at Yukimura, who did not wear a headband but had two blue wristbands on his wrists. "The Student Council receives the results of the competitions of various clubs every year. The Fourth Primary School stopped in the top four. Since three years ago, they have dominated the Kanagawa Championship."

Yukimura smiled gently. "I am the head of the Tennis Club.

Your school's players this year are also very good. "

He secretly looked at Liu Sheng's figure. He was slender and full of explosive power. Such conditions were very suitable for playing tennis. However, he did not intend to affect the other party's hobby. It was also good to have something one was passionate about.

After the rain slowed down, Yukimura and Liu Sheng returned to the Student Council office together. After learning that Yukimura's sister would be enrolled in the Fourth Primary School, Liu Sheng recommended a few clubs to Yukimura and gave him a brief introduction to the school.

At this point, Yukimura observed the situation here with satisfaction. He was also relieved about his future sister's primary school life.

In the second half of the sixth grade, Sanada seemed to be stimulated by Yukimura. For the first time, his exam results surpassed his good friend's.

Yukimura, who had never had an advantage in liberal arts, did not care about the extra points. If it could stimulate Shinichiro's motivation, it would be a good thing.

In March, no matter how reluctant they were, everyone would have to bid farewell to primary school and start a new journey.

Yukimura acted as the student representative at the memorial ceremony. He did not have a script. He just looked gently at the familiar faces of his classmates and alumni. His eyes lingered on his club members and friends from time to time.

His slender figure was like a tall and straight flower that bloomed in everyone's heart.

His gentle voice drifted through the venue that was haunted by parting, as if he was comforting the children who tasted separation for the first time.

Everyone that Yukimura looked at could feel the reluctance in his eyes, but they gradually calmed down under his encouragement. There was a smile on their faces.

Yukimura, who was the focus of graduation season every year, was no exception this year. Most of the girls were reluctant to part with Yukimura's shirt buttons, but Yukimura, who always politely refused, also comforted the girls.

To his surprise, he thought that this year would be more difficult, but the girls were not as enthusiastic as he imagined.

"Quite a few of them have already entered Lihai University, right?" The vice president of the tennis club grinned and raised his eyebrows. "In any case, they'll still be able to see you in junior high a month later, so even if it's them, they'll still be able to endure it."

Looking at his club members, Yukimura truly felt the emotion of being separated from his teammates.

There were not many people in the club who went to the same school as him. Lai Chi River's flight was over the weekend. Yukimura and Sanada were the closest to him in the same year. After going to Junior high, there was probably no one else in Junior High other than them who could become the main team in the first year of junior high.

Tachikai's reputation attracted strong players who were destined to not give others a way out. He could almost foresee that these people would not appear among his teammates in the next three years …

Thinking of this, Yukimura lowered his head and did not dare to look into his club members' eyes.

Seeing that the usually domineering and reliable director was sad, a group of people opened their eyes. They smiled and surrounded him, pinching his face and pulling his hands.

They had always had a good personal relationship with Yukimura. Putting aside his terrifying strength on the court, although Yukimura was usually strict with them, he was very gentle and considerate. From time to time, his little jokes always made people rely on him and feel close to him.

Even if they were separated, there would always be a time when they would meet again on the court. They believed that this person, even in Tachikai, would become a new legend.

This was their pride, the "Son of God" Seiichi Yukimura.

At dusk, Yukimura and Sanada carried their tennis bags and left the school gate for the last time.

Seeing Junior high on the other side, they looked at each other and walked in tacitly to the tennis court.

Different from the sad atmosphere on the other side, Junior high students in khaki sportswear were training on the court.

The meticulous swinging practice, the running, the special menu, the practice match … Everything made the eyes of the two youths light up.

This was a new starting point, and they were ready.

"Shinichiro."

Sanada heard the determined voice of the person next to him and turned his head.

He could see his own figure in his bright eyes.

"Together with me, we'll conquer the world!"

At that moment, all the sounds in his ears disappeared, and only this sentence echoed in his mind.

There had never been a time like today when he was filled with indescribable confidence about the future.

As long as I'm with you.