Echizen's Young Taming Project [Comprehensive]

Echizen Ryoma never thought that he would see the thing he often heard in his dreams, that stone called "Dresden Stone Plate" by Echizen and others.

Looking at the glowing stone plate covered with labyrinth-like patterns under his feet, Echizen Ryoma felt an unprecedented feeling in his heart.

Echizen Ryoma once walked along the lines of the Dresden stone plate. While walking, he was still observing the patterns engraved on the stone plate. However, after looking at them, he found that these patterns were more like words, but he couldn’t understand them at all. That's it.

Because he walked around, he finally walked back to his original position.

"So, what's going on here..."

Echizen Ryoma sighed.

The stone plate was huge, and he walked very slowly just now because of the observation of those patterns, so at least seven or eight minutes have passed by now, but the surrounding environment has not changed at all.

This was the first time he encountered such a thing. It was no longer the dream of the past, but it was like being locked in a closed space.

...And, it is still with this cold and hard stone plate.

Echizen Ryoma was not one to wait, seeing that nothing happened for a long time, he took a step towards the edge of the stone plate.

However, he found that no matter how he walked, he couldn't get out of the range of the stone plate.

"……anyone there?"

Echizen Ryoma opened his mouth slowly, but he doesn't know much about it now.

And just as he thought, no one responded to him.

The Dresden stone plate on the ground that served as the floor was still glowing, illuminating the area for Echizen Ryoma so that he would not be swallowed by the darkness.

Such a scene made Echizen Ryoma begin to recall what he heard from Echizen and others when he was in a dream.There is something about the Dresden Stone Plate.

Probably because of its relationship, it led to the emergence of supernatural beings and kings.

However, Echizen Ryoma didn't have much idea of ​​what the king was.

After all, even when Echizen and others talked about it, they only mentioned a sentence or two occasionally.

However, it can be inferred from the name that it should be a supernatural being with relatively outstanding abilities.

However, this has nothing to do with him, because Echizen is Echizen, and he is him.

Echizen Ryoma only wants to concentrate on playing tennis now, and he doesn't think about other things.

As if feeling Echizen Ryoma's thoughts, the light of the Dresden stone plate suddenly enlarged and dimmed again, and it was much dimmer than before.

【Are you sure you don't want to be a king? 】

Echizen Ryoma was taken aback by the words in his mind, it sounded like a boy's voice, it sounded like he was very dissatisfied with his thoughts.

"No!" Echizen Ryoma replied without thinking at all.

[The king is very powerful, huh? 】

The boy's voice sounded like a strange uncle who abducted minors, but because his voice was immature, it felt a little awkward and made people want to laugh.

Of course, Echizen Ryoma did not laugh.

"I just want to play tennis now, and I don't want to be a king."

His attitude seemed to have angered the young boy, so the other party also became annoyed.

【Ask you again, should it be right! 】

"do not want!"

【You will regret this! 】

Then, there was no boy's voice anymore.

The light of the Dresden stone plate was also getting dimmer, and eventually Echizen Ryoma's sight lost any light. When he opened his eyes again, it was already the morning of the next day.

He sat on the bedside for a while, and sorted out what happened in the dream in his head, until Carubin jumped on top of him, and he came back to his senses.

"Good morning, Karubin."

"Meow!" The sweet meow of the cat made Echizen Ryoma smile for the first time of the day.

He looked at the alarm clock by the bed again, and immediately put down the cat that was still in his arms: "Oops!"

Qingxue's men's tennis club has morning training, so most of the tennis club members arrive at school relatively early.

Of course, they also have rest days, Thursday and Sunday are fixed rest days, while Tuesday is determined by watching the game.

Today is Saturday, and there is also training. Echizen Ryoma got up late, so he could only wash up in a hurry, and then went out with the bread baked by Nanako Ryuzaki.

When he rushed to the tennis club, he happened to hear that Satoshi Horio was there giving Katsuo Mizuno and Katsuro Kato some general knowledge about the tennis club.

"Qingxue is strong for a reason."

The boy raised his finger and showed off his knowledge to his companions: "In addition to the daily hard training, the tennis club will hold a school ranking match every month!"

"School ranking competition?" Katsuo Mizuno and Katsuro Kato blinked in confusion: "What is that, Horio?"

"The so-called intramural ranking competition means that everyone in the tennis club is divided into four groups, ABCD, for a duel. After the competition, the top two in each group, a total of eight people, will form the Qing Xue Tennis Club. I've been chosen!"

After hearing what he said, the two teenagers showed both excited and tangled expressions: "So, can we participate too!"

"No, no, no, no!" Satoshi Horio shook his upright index finger and explained to them: "As far as I know, first-year members of Seigaku are not allowed to participate in the school ranking competition."

"Why?"

"Probably because everyone in the first grade is not strong enough and the basic skills are not solid!"

After finishing speaking, Satoshi Horio pointed to himself again, and said proudly: "After all, there are very few tennis players like me who have two years of experience!"

"...he's talking big again." Katsuo Mizuno turned his head to look at his companion.

Kato Katsuro also nodded, agreed with his statement, and said regretfully at the same time: "However, Ryoma is really powerful!"

"It's a pity that I may not be able to see his game this time."

"Yes..." Mizuno Katsuo also expressed his regret for this.

He raised his eyes and looked over, just in time to see the boy wearing the hat standing not far from them: "Ah, good morning, Ryoma!"

"Morning." Echizen Ryoma nodded and greeted the three people who came over.

The several nos that Satoshi Horio said in succession just now reminded him of Barbara's slogan "NoBlood! NoBone! NoAsh!" At the same time, he remembered that he hadn't been to Barbara for a few days.

Just as he was thinking about whether tomorrow is Sunday, whether he should take a break to go there, the voice of a second-year member came from afar.

"The components of the school ranking competition have come out!"

Hearing this news, people inside and outside the stadium also gradually gathered towards the bulletin board that was moved out, and Satoshi Horio and others also began to trot over there.

Echizen Ryoma looked at the crowded place over there, thought for a while and walked over slowly.

There are currently 33 members in the Qingxue Men's Tennis Club plus the freshmen who just joined the club this year.

The number of people seems to be a little small, but there is also a reason why all the third-year members except the main candidates have quit the company.

But when twenty or thirty people surround a bulletin board, it doesn't feel like there are few people at all... It's like a wall.

Echizen Ryoma, who was still some distance away from the outermost area and couldn't see what was going on inside, commented so.

But because he couldn't see it, it didn't mean that no one would help him see it.

"Hey, Echizen!" Takeshi Momoshiro waved his hand outside the crowd, and the smile on his face made Ryoma Echizen raise his eyebrows.

"What's the matter, Senior A Tao?"

"You're in Group D!"

"what!?"

Also because the first graders were short and couldn't squeeze in, the teenagers who couldn't see the contents on the bulletin board and some senior teenagers who came late made shocking sounds at the same time.

The boy who could see the content hurriedly looked for it, and found that Echizen Ryoma's name was actually written under Group D, and someone questioned: "Isn't it true that first-year freshmen are not allowed to participate?"

"If you have strength, what does age matter?" It was Arai who spoke, and when he spoke suddenly, Momoshiro Takeshi whistled and looked over.

Realizing that everyone was looking at him, Arai quickly explained again: "Everyone saw the match between Echizen and Momoshiro, this kind of talent can't be buried, right?"

"Arai is right."

Qian Zhenzhi appeared out of nowhere, and now behind Arai, he was terrified: "Echizen is indeed qualified to participate in the school ranking competition."

"Do it, do it senior...!"

The boy, who was already over 1.8 meters tall and was about 1.8 meters five, pushed his glasses and looked at Echizen Ryoma: "I am also in Group D, and I will ask for your advice when the time comes, Echizen."

"...Ah." Echizen Ryoma nodded lightly.

Echizen Ryoma, as the first freshman who was allowed to participate in the school's ranking competition, once again attracted everyone's attention, but he still stayed in the team of first-year freshmen. After jogging, he began to practice his swing.

The Saturday practice of the tennis club is only in the morning, so after the assembly, coach Ryuzaki summarized today's training and announced the matters of next week's intramural ranking match, Echizen Ryoma put on his tennis bag and prepared to leave.

"Little one!" Eiji Kikumaru rushed over, hugging Echizen Ryoma in his arms: "Congratulations!"

Although he didn't say anything, Echizen Ryoma still understood and nodded, "Thank you, Kikumaru-senpai."

"However, you are so heavy..."

"What's the matter!" Eiji Kikumaru's height was more than 1.7 meters, and Echizen Ryoma and him were twenty centimeters behind. Such a height difference still hangs on the opponent's body, and it looks really weird.

"Will you have time soon? Shall we go sing K to celebrate?"

"I……"

Echizen Ryoma stopped before finishing his sentence.

He looked towards the distant sky, and in the sky over there, he could see a huge sword.

That was the appearance of the pendant that Tsunayoshi Sawada gave Echizen he had seen in a dream.

That's what the gentle brown-haired boy said at the time——

"Holding your own sword in the palm of your hand is not so similar to the sword of Damocles."