[Net King] The Crown of Tennis

Can't see anything...

In the ear is the sound of explosions under the extreme silence.Yukimura tentatively stretched out his right hand, but he couldn't reach anything; he took steps to get out of the darkness, but he couldn't reach the end no matter what.

Where is this place?

Darkness and silence oppressed Yukimura, as if two hands covered his eyes and bound his mouth and nose.The heartbeat became clearer and more intense.

thump.

thump.

Yukimura opened his eyes unconsciously, his heartbeat still couldn't stabilize due to this nightmare.

This was the second time he had such a dream. Even though he was only six years old, as a boy with a younger sister, he didn't want to worry his mother because of a dream, or run to his mother's arms for comfort or something.

Looking at the alarm clock, it was only five in the morning, Yukimura still decided to get up to practice tennis.

After a brief warm-up and ball practice, he began to practice against the wall in his yard.

[Xianichiro, he should be practicing kendo now, right? ] Yukimura thought about the little boy he met in tennis lessons when he was four years old. Of course, two years of contact was enough for him to fully realize Sanada's quite serious character.When you are strong, you are strong. People who always focus on themselves, never let go of themselves and others. I really don't know how Sanada cultivated such a character.Of course, it's also quite hot-blooded.

Compared to before when he always lost to Sanada because of speed and strength, he has improved a lot recently.Yukimura thought about it, and switched to his left hand to practice forehand and backhand.

He and Sanada had a good relationship after they met for the first time, and they were always trained together by the coach, and because of the difference in physical fitness, Sanada was suppressed.

After morning practice, Yukimura goes to school, and after returning home in the afternoon, he goes to the club for tennis lessons.

[Well, Genichiro seems to have grown a little taller? ] Yukimura stood next to Sanada, feeling a little unhappy.He felt that it was necessary to think about stealing some milk every morning.

Sanada was still the same. After the coach finished speaking, he excitedly dragged Yukimura to practice in groups. For Yukimura now, Sanada’s serve and forehand were not easy to bear, so he chose to hit the ball as far as possible to the sideline. Or adding some spin to the tennis ball so that Sanada is not so easy to control, or something.

[wonbyYukimura7:5]

Sanada was a little annoyed, but he didn't show anything to Yukimura, failure would only make him practice harder.

After chatting excitedly all the way, the two parted at the door of Yukimura's house.

In fact, Yukimura is not the only friend of Genichiro Sanada, but Sanada is the only one who still plays together so far, although their homes are not very close.Sanada, who has been rigid and well-behaved since he was a child, is not very popular with children who love to play, but Yukimura doesn't care. He likes people like Sanada who look forward. It is not easy to practice tennis, but Sanada can often motivate him.According to Sanada's words, it should be "don't relax".Besides, Sanada's nature is not as serious as the expression on his face, he can occasionally make harmless jokes with Sanada, Sanada is actually surprisingly innocent.Of course, sometimes it is unexpectedly reliable.

Yukimura lay on the bed at night and began to think about that dream. In fact, he didn't quite remember how he felt at that time, but he still had lingering fears about the panic of the extreme silence.

……

Another night of nightmares, when Yukimura struggled to wake up, he was already in a cold sweat. [unhappy! ]

He decided to play tennis.

When the racket was held in his hand, and the tennis ball went back and forth with his slaps, Yukimura felt a little more secure.He loves tennis like other little kids love toy cars?Happy Valley?Or small marbles?Mecha model?But things seem to be a little different now.

He directly caught the bounced tennis ball with his right hand. The yellow fluffy ball was embellished with bright white closed lines, but he couldn't completely wrap it with his hands yet.

[It's inexplicably cute. ]

What happened to him recently.

This question is too emotional, Yukimura thinks he can't explain it.But Yukimura became a little irritable as he always had a less than pleasant night's rest, although on the surface it wasn't much different from usual.He began to increase the running distance, ball feel, and swing training for himself instead of the previous hobby-like sports.

Whenever he picks up a tennis racket, the uneasy feeling of being watched from the shadows dissipates.Serving and hitting back are completely different from those in that dream. He seems to be omnipotent on the court, communicating intimately with the yellow balls that come and go, being active on the court, and then working together to defeat the opponent like defeating a monster .

Tennis has become different.

Yukimura wanted to get closer to it, not just to fight back with his arms, but to cater to it with his whole body and feel it with all his heart.Perceive its dancing line across the air, its rotation, and then use the most comfortable posture to let the racket touch it, and use the strength of the whole body to lead the racket back. At that moment, he and it perfectly fit.

This is the most wonderful feeling.

Two years of tennis experience is not enough for Yukimura, so it is not enough, far from enough.Dragging his sore body to bed every day can give Yukimura an inexplicable sense of satisfaction, and it also makes him less interested in delving into that annoying place.

Yukimura is much stronger than before.Sanada, who practiced with him in the same group, was deeply moved, not only the foundations of strength, speed and skill, it seemed that tennis became more and more obedient in his hands.

……

Did he use the word obedient?

Is it really not an illusion?Obviously tennis is not a living thing.

In short, each of Yukimura's balls became much trickier, and Sanada had to spend more energy chasing the ball, which made Sanada feel uncomfortable.

"Jingichi, what's the matter with you recently?" Sanada asked cautiously, his tone seemed a little weak because of his unusually full of energy.

"I'm fine, Genichiro." Yukimura replied with an inquiring smile.

"..."

Sanada didn't dare to ask any more.

Sanada's care from time to time made Yukimura feel a little better. That space without boundaries was the last thing he wanted to recall since he was born. Sometimes when he woke up, he really wanted to turn into a superpower, and then he would swing the tennis ball over. Tear through space as you wish, then destroy it, erase it!

This state lasted for two years.

In the past two years, Sanada and Yukimura have never won the seven-goal duel. Instead, his score has been regressing from 6 until Yukimura cut himself off.As for the official one-set match, it also followed this rule, from the beginning relying on Yukimura's stamina to fight against each other, and then it was zero in the game.

[Too slack! ]

Sanada felt that he was used to losing to Yukimura, but the teaching he had been taught since childhood made him unable to just admit defeat forever.He wants to win!And for this he needs to make more time for tennis.

Aside from the tennis lessons with Sanada, Yukimura still has his own extra training, and the activities in the club are not enough to satisfy Yukimura's desire to get closer to him.Some things are indeed changing quietly.

Tennis balls have become extremely easy for him to discover, just like he can see the small yellow and white ball among a large number of dazzling spherical objects at a glance; Another example is that he can inadvertently hear the word "tennis" clearly from passers-by, but in fact he can't hear what they are saying at all.

In fact, Yukimura is not glued to tennis all the time.He also plays with his younger sister, helps his grandma trim some flowers and plants, and sometimes listens to a "live" with his mother on a whim on the road, or spends a few hours drawing pictures, going to see the sea, and so on.Obviously he also likes painting, why can't he hear other people talking about the art exhibition?Yukimura thought about that scene—poof.Can't do it?

When did it start?

Yukimura is not very clear, not all emotions can be classified.At least for me, tennis is not a clearly defined existence.It wasn't before that dream began, and it's even more so now.

The yellow topspin tennis ball slashed towards the dirt wall, and bounced back quickly, leaving a circular concave mark.Yukimura likes this feeling more and more. He is like a general on the battlefield, directing his trusted animal to fly into the opponent's territory at different speeds, rotation speeds, rotation angles, and goal paths, and then score points, crushing it step by step. Suppress, destroy, capture.Even a kid who was older than him couldn't beat him.He heard losers complain more than once: Why did I lose, obviously I practiced so hard, obviously I also like tennis so much?

Who knows?

Yukimura didn't know if this was the so-called talent, he didn't care much about such illusory things.He felt that the tennis in his hands could not be controlled by a word of talent, or hard work, and simple training.Not that—oh, tennis is fun; oh, tennis is fun; oh, I'm definitely going to win.You can get rid of your opponent in one swoop, and it's not a Saint Seiya or Dragon Ball punching to the flesh, but you can also explode the seed.It depends on whether your tennis racket and tennis ball agree or not, huh, huh.

The author has something to say:

In laying the foundation.The tennis ability setting in this article will be different from the original book.Yukimura's tennis realm is not based on the original book.

In my opinion, if Yukimura really follows Echizen Nanjiro's way, it proves that Yukimura's tennis realm will always be lower than Echizen Nanjiro's.