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After an emotional reunion that hadn't been seen for a few days, everyone turned their attention back to the ongoing game.

Tezuka who was behind and... Phantom of Tezuka!

"What if I hurt my wrist again?!! Don't mess around—Tezuka!!!"

Xiaojing...Fuji looked at Atobe, who had already leaned out of the stands with his upper body, grabbed the railing and shouted into the arena.Sometimes I feel that Tezuka and Atobe are probably the ones who resonate most in the soul.They are all proud and responsible people in their bones, persistent, firm, and dazzling.It's just a showy one and a restrained one.Although the styles are very different, they stand at the same height and echo each other far away.It is also because of this that Atobe regards Tezuka as an old enemy and... a confidant.

Tezuka...

Fuji lowered his eyes—again, again, he chose to sacrifice himself for the sake of the team.If it wasn't for the opponent being Minister Yamato, if it wasn't for the senior who felt guilty about you and had high hopes for you...would you break your wings again?Honghu, who was supposed to soar above the nine heavens, declared starfall in the Japanese middle school circle? !

——The self in that life was heartbroken many times because of Tezuka's love-hate temperament.Even now, as a friend... I still want to grab his collar and shake him hard to wake him up, and I really want to whip him beyond the limit.

——Although I understand your desperate spirit for everyone.But, like you said to me - please, be serious with your friends!We are all partners, people who can rely on each other, aren't we?Whether it's in the ministry, in the team competition, or in the middle school tennis world, that's not your responsibility alone!

There are more than one who have such an idea.Yamato Yuda stared at the student on the opposite side, whom he had high hopes for, and spoke softly.

"Are you going to play self-sacrifice again? Tezuka—after being the pillar of Seigaku, now come to be the pillar of JR in Japan?"

- Stop sacrificing for the team.

You have your own sky.If you were bound here, how many people would be heartbroken for you.

"Thanks to you - my desire to play tennis has been rekindled." While hurting his arm. "I also went through a difficult recovery after that. Because of this—"

Yamato Yuda rolled up his sleeves, and the wound on his arm due to the operation and sutures was clearly visible.

"——I don't want Tezuka-kun to become the second me."——even if the wound is a man's medal.

——The successor I personally selected, the pillar of Seigaku, the most responsible Tezuka-kun—I hope you——

"I hope you can fight for yourself!"

There are too many burdens.Such a heavy burden is not yours alone. If you carry it alone, you will not be able to fly.Tezuka Kunimitsu should not be an unknown man. It would be a pity if he could no longer stand on the court you love because of injury.

——Another kind of apology from me.

Stop playing such heavy tennis balls—

"Can you let me play more freely?"

The expression on Tezuka's unchanging face changed subtly but surely.

Tee off again.Something has really changed.

——The whole field once again reflected the brilliance that once bloomed endlessly in the finals of the national competition.

He gently closed his eyes.

--Congratulations.Tezuka.

——Your, the limit of seamlessness.

"Echizen. There is also Kaitang." Opening his eyes again, he calmed down the surging feelings, and with a light smile, he patted the stunned little pillar with one hand, and the little snake with big eyes with the other, " Have you seen it? The soul of the two pillars of Qingxue?"

Responsibility and love, team and individual, dedication and harvest.This is a lesson for you to learn.Even if your golf skills may even surpass them, you still need to slowly understand the things that penetrate the deepest part of your heart.

A thing passed down from generation to generation.What Tezuka wants to convey to you.Something that Yamato wanted to convey to Tezuka.

——Or not only Qingxue.

Buer's gaze swept over Atobe not far away who clenched his fists and was stunned by the bright lights.His fingers lightly stroked Shiraishi, who had wrapped the bandages around him again.Yukimura, who recovered from the shock, stood with his arms folded in his coat.

...We must lead Qingxue to the whole country in our generation...

"That's right, all the things I should do have been accomplished—"

“Game——0set0won0by0手冢!!!6-4!”

"...Hehe, it's not bad to devote yourself to the life you want."

"Two wins and one loss! Site [-] finally ushered in the final of the team substitution match!"

The men on the field silently collected their brilliance, shook hands with their seniors, and then carried their bags on their backs and walked towards the exit of the field.Buer closed his eyes and smiled, turned around calmly amidst the long cheering crowd, and quietly left the venue.

"No two?"

The red-haired boy who was laughing on Dashi's body stopped his movements, the corners of his mouth slowly tightened, and worry was written in his big eyes.He is not really pure and simple, Tezuka's current strength is no different from you...

"You want to go to Germany—eh?"

"No need to say anything! This team, leave it to my uncle!"——You, go to Germany to pursue what you want!

"……what."

Buer leaned against the wall outside the arena and smiled slightly.So cute, Xiaojing.The words of parting and blessing can be said to be so arrogant and sincere, and you are the only one.

Tezuka is leaving.Go to Germany, the road to enter the job network.

But before that—

"Hey, Tezuka."

People in the field are already watching the next game.He straightened up from the leaning wall, took two steps and stopped in the middle of the road.

Tezuka, who was carrying the bag, stopped in his tracks.Looking up, the young man with handsome chestnut hair stood in front of him, his eyebrows were curved, and his smile was as quiet as when he first saw him.Tezuka blinked, suddenly a little dazed.

…Three years ago, the boy who was still wearing the green and white unofficial uniform, with a baby fat face, smiled cutely and was as delicate as a girl, but he knew what kind of amazing explosive power was hidden in that body.

"Hey, Tezuka, let's play a game."

At that time, the child whose smile was almost soft said so.

Has it been three years?

The same tone - Tezuka already had a premonition.

"I have a request—let's play a game. Just one set."

Standing in front of him was a boy who had grown a lot taller but was still a bit shorter than him. His short chestnut hair had grown into medium-length hair, but it still looked very soft.Open blue eyes—ah, because he said that he wanted to see him serious, so he always opened such open eyes when he challenged him.The corners of the mouth are slightly raised, but the lips are tight, and it can be seen that there is a little restlessness...

No two.

Tezuka's golden-brown eyes fixedly looked at the person in front of him for a while, then nodded: "Ah, there is an empty field next to it."

Serious you.

Before you go - fight with all your might!

Get to know each other with a game.Before the parting of the middle school—let's fight one more time.Even though they are in the same club, they have never been able to meet each other. There is only one match where each other is in the best condition. You played brilliant and unbelievably talented moves.

- A person who has no limits.

Tezuka was the first to turn around and walk towards the empty space next to him.

Buer followed tacitly, but was still half a step behind.

"No, Fuji! Tezuka!..."

Kikumaru, who ran out of the field in a hurry, saw the backs of the two people unhurriedly, and couldn't help slowing down slightly.

Sure enough... is there a competition?

But Fuji, you know it well, the current Tezuka...the current minister, even you can't win...

——At this time, he made a request for the game before leaving...

"Hey, speaking of it, it's been a long time since I played with Tezuka." Fuji looked up at the pure sky and sighed.

"what."

"...Although I didn't expect you to give me any answer, but it's still so concise and somewhat indifferent." Taking out the racket, the eyes bent into two beautiful ink lines, "which?"

"smooth."

Turn around—"Well, it looks like it's mine." The yellow-green ball twirled between clean fingers, and Buer hooked the corner of his mouth and slapped it to the ground, "Then—don't be careless It's on the ground!" With a slightly teasing tone, the ending sound was full of smiles.This time, no matter what the ending is.

——I am no longer the one who would fall to the ground and cry.

Our victory or defeat is finally limited to competitions.

This is the end or the starting point.All the future that is about to unfold.

— that's another story.

——This is a game about progress, dreams and friendship.It is also my deepest gratitude.I am grateful for everything in the previous life, I am grateful for your unshakable will as if you have never changed, I am grateful for the me who can finally make up my mind after today and want to stand by another person.

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