On when Echizen will reveal his vest

"I won't be here on Monday."

At that time, Yukimura Seiichi looked at the students who were training and even preparing for the quality of tennis players, and said nonchalantly.

After all, he looked at the boy who was wearing a tennis cap whose expression could not be seen clearly, "I talked to Uncle Yamashita about the handover, and he agreed. What about you?"

He knows that the teenager has his own ideas, and the person behind him should also have certain considerations for the tennis career after the teenager.

It's just that he wants to hear a clear answer.After all, this is the opponent who defeated him in the game.

"I'll go back to Tokyo on Saturday and make a decision on Monday."

Ryoma also looked at the students who were training, doing repeated movements again and again, day after day, year after year, and memories flashed in his eyes.

Like he picked up tennis from the age of three.

Ten years, never let go.

The nearly three-week trip to Yokohama made him finally understand Echizen Nanjiro's thoughts, and let him understand the true meaning of the so-called "land without self".

It's time to give the old man who can't wait an answer.

After all, he couldn't wait any longer.

"yes."

Yukimura Seiichi, who knew the young man had made a decision in his heart, didn't expose his thoughts, but just watched Ryoma get up and walk towards the training students.

It wasn't until the students finished school in the afternoon that the two arrived at Ryoma's apartment.

Yukimura Seiichi looked at the boy who got out of the car and walked towards the apartment.

The light of the setting sun fell scatteredly on the boy's body, and there was an indescribable sense of loneliness.

But not like the surface.

He knew that the young man was a warrior with the sword in its sheath, and even more so, a knife that had not yet been stained with blood. At the right time, it would play a greater role.

Or it will be the dawn of a new era.

Yukimura Seiichi looked up at the dazed sunlight, and suddenly had a strange feeling in his heart.

It seems that there is a sudden feeling of separation.

He laughed at himself, but he still couldn't help it.

"Boy, hope to see you in the world."

"You too."

Ryoma turned his head to look at Yukimura Seiichi, and knew for a moment that Yukimura-senpai had already known his thoughts, but he was not surprised.

He would be surprised if he didn't know.

After all, it was Yukimura Seichi.

Ryoma sensed that something would change, but he couldn't tell what had changed, he just waved at Yukimura Seichi, turned around and walked towards the apartment.

No one thought that meeting again would only be four years later.

Of course this is just something to say.

At this time, Ryoma entered the apartment with a tennis racket on his back. He didn't forget that he was going back to Tokyo tomorrow and had dinner with Mr. Kurosawa.

Luggage needs to be packed in advance. Last time, Mr. Kurosawa said that he would take him home, so Mr. Kurosawa couldn’t wait for him to pack his luggage tomorrow.

Moreover, speaking of it, he kind of misses Toru Amuro and Wynyard.

Thinking of this, I went to the third floor.

Ryoma raised his eyelids and looked at the man standing in front of his door, a little surprised.