[True luck] My young taming is too lax!

"All men desire beauty, although only a few are considered worthy of it."

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The black-haired boy on the court is like a sacrificial lamb presented to the gods.

He is the only one who can last so long under Yukimura.Those who have experienced the extermination of the five senses all clenched their fists nervously.This is a trick that can only be cracked by a flawless suit, and it is a stunt that can be recorded as a legend in their generation.

No matter how long Sanada lasted, he was still deprived of control of his body by his own heart.Everyone saw him fight back with bad moves that were completely different from the long back and forth at the beginning, and on the opposite field, the boy with a frozen expression did not have the fatigue of his teammates at all.

He seemed to see everything in his eyes, and it seemed that there was nothing in his eyes.His returns landed one by one like divine punishment, and every time he hit Sanada's feet and behind, it seemed to be pulled by a giant hand.The limbs of the black-haired boy seemed to be wrapped in silk thread, and the invisible elves sitting on both sides of the net post obeyed the command of the gods and controlled the poor opponent.

We have to go one step further here.The teenager staggered and hit the ball with his racket.

The arms should be stretched over there.The boy threw himself to the other side with difficulty.

forward.

back.

If this torture could be ended earlier, wouldn't the audience bemoan the long first ball?

However, no one heard Sanada's roar, and no one saw his decadence.That boy was a warrior who was unwilling to leave as a loser.He has faced Yukimura's attacks countless times, and he has also developed a strong body in such sparring.He is the emperor who has stepped on ten years of hardships, and the god of war on earth who has been victorious in all battles.He had never been intimidated from the first time he saw the young god.

Demons also have smiles better than angels.So he was never blinded by appearances.

White mist gradually spread in front of his eyes, and the singing of the Holy Spirit resounded in the sky.His body felt his soul being withdrawn, and his limbs became strong again. In his field of vision, he slowly transitioned from that ancient forest to another scene: a huge sky moat covering the earth, heavenly fire fell from the cloudy thunder, and dazzling lightning fell into the sky. ocean.A giant eagle flew out of layers of black clouds, broke through the gloom and came to the sky above his head.

The boy god who sat on the eagle's back once held his hand.He once knelt at the feet of the gods and kissed the back of the boy's hand.He once wished to be favored by the gods, and now his wish has finally come true.

His father was wearing golden armor, timidly isolated behind the soldiers holding cold weapons, and his courtiers knelt far away at the foot of the city wall.The guard hiding behind him covered his eyes in fear and shouted at him:

"Wake up quickly!"

These cowards were all his kind, but he was only willing to stare at the god in his dream.

- I am different from others.

There was a hint of showing off in his eyes, conveying his thoughts through his bright black eyes.

The young god raised the corners of his mouth, looking down at him, his eyes were filled with melting ice for thousands of years.

"Come here, my warrior."

He once broke into the temple, actively seeking the hand of the gods, but now the gods came to the world in person, just to take him away.

Make me yours, my god.

He uncontrollably approached the giant eagle flapping its wings in mid-air, the water-blue eagle's eyes were frighteningly bright, and there was a small golden ball in its sharp beak.

"My warrior, that is your reward."

He folded his hands and held it in front of the eagle's beak, and the small ball that he spit out shone brightly.

It is hot and bright.

He didn't catch it for a while, rolled to the ground, and slowly slid into the mud pond not far away.

There was a faint cry from the sky.

"...1:0."

He turned a deaf ear to the outside world and picked up the small ball firmly.The heat burned his hands, but he looked up at the young god longing for praise.

The giant eagle rushed down mid-air, picked up his collar, and threw him onto his back. A slender boy was sitting in his arms.He didn't dare to approach, for fear that the strength would offend the opponent.

They hovered above the towering castle, and the wings of giant eagles frightened the herds and terrorized the king.Mortals dare not resist, unable to stop, the proud gods took away their youth.

Since then, the world has lost a heroic prince, while God's Domain has gained an envoy.

He followed his god through the darkness.

"Don't be afraid of the dark." The young man said softly.

He hugged the faith in his arms tightly, engraving every word of the other party on his heart.

"It is out of darkness that light can be born."

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The ball hits the ground.The long first score finally fell.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, only to realize that they were so deeply substituted by Yukimura Sanada's sparring.

Only a few of them who have experienced the elimination of the five senses truly realized that compared with the current Sanada, the previous elimination of the five senses was just a child's play.Did Sanada already know?Did he realize long ago that Yukimura hadn't used his full strength?This time, the extermination of the five senses was extraordinarily long, could it be a baptism?Has Yukimura already fully mastered that stunt?What did Sanada see and feel?

Anyone who is curious about Yukimura is staring at Sanada's movements.The black-haired boy was covered by a hat, and no one except Yukimura could guess what this guy was thinking.

Yukimura lowered his eyes and lightly tossed the ball in his palm.He knew that his opponent had already lost the power to fight back, so he recalled what the opponent said before.

...Your opponent will always be me alone.

What a nice word.

This confirms its own uniqueness.Yukimura used to care about the outside world's evaluation of him, but soon he shifted his target to Sanada.

He found that this person had almost blind worship and admiration for himself.That is a look that only believers will have.In the eyes of others, he is a son, brother, friend, senior, and even a distant peak in the eyes of ordinary people.But only in the eyes of this person, he is an existence named Yukimura Seiichi, and no one belongs to him.

I am an independent personality.My tennis ball can loot, manipulate.I am called a "Son of God", but I am not a Son of God.

Yukimura tossed the ball up and kicked back.The boy on the opposite side let the ball brush past his shoulder without any struggle.

Beside me stood a warrior, tall and handsome, possessing all the qualities mortals admire.

He is upright, healthy, brave, and strong.He fought on the battlefield, and his reputation spread to foreign countries thousands of miles away.His majesty was recorded by traveling bards, and his appearance attracted the admiration of countless princesses in small countries.

He didn't give a single glance to others, but just wished on my portrait day and night.

—My god, please let me see you.

His voice was deep and magnetic, which made me unable to work and sleep peacefully.

I can't help but recall the first time I met him when I was a child, and I saw that black-haired boy on the seaside of the mortal world.I smiled at him, he stared at me blankly, and I left him a small portrait, which he hid under the cover of his pocket watch.

I grew up with him, and as I hoped, he became a person admired by all living beings, and he had the name "Emperor".He broke into my divine domain countless times, showing his strength to me, hoping to get a word of praise.I have been broken into the door of my heart time and time again.

Yukimura closed his eyes.

The people on the other side of the court waved their rackets in vain, and made real shouts, trying to use their body's instinctive reaction to break through the illusion.Everyone pointed at his powerlessness and regarded this game as a circus.Some people lamented Sanada's tenacity, some showed pity, and some commented on their cruelty.

Genichiro, you don't need to listen, and you don't need to look back.Any noise around you will affect your steps.Someone has cracked my trick, and I will not allow anyone to surpass you and walk behind me.

You just have to catch up quickly, don't let me go too far too fast.The road was deserted and deserted, like the eye of a storm covered with snow all the year round.And I stayed here for too long, so long that I couldn't feel the warmth of anyone except your palm.

Gods have endless lives, but mortals have to move forward with time.

You lead Lihai's teammates to accept the challenge and protect our honor.But I lost to the god of death, rolled down from the one hundred thousand steps of the temple, and fell into hell.

I grabbed your hand tightly and pulled you off the cliff.Your ankles are chained, and the end of the chain is tied to my hand.I can climb back to the seat of God, but only you are still staying in the senseless hell.

Now, you must rely on your own strength to break free from the shackles of the past and come to me again.

I will never set you free.

Since you said you became stronger for me, then snatch this new chain from me.

Then, it was fastened back firmly to both of our hands.

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Sanada cracked the five senses once.

At that time, he was still an elementary school student, and he hadn't yet realized his own Dao heart.He remembered groping in the dark for a long time, was trapped for a while, and finally split the darkness with a child's wooden knife, and saw his own way.

Now that many years have passed, the five senses of extinction are constantly evolving, and now he still cannot break through this trick.

He walked in the dark, and there was a faint thunder in the sky above his head.He remembered Yukimura's words, "Don't be afraid of the dark."

——It is with darkness that light can be born.If there is no light, create it yourself.

He walked for a while, and came across a sword under his feet. This was his most commonly used wooden sword for practice. It was much larger than the beginner's one when he was a child, but he was still dreaming about beheading enemies.

He picked up the sword and tried to swing it in the air.

Tang bamboo, cut vertically from top to bottom, thin and straight scratches flashed in the air.

Next, he tried the cassock cut and reverse cassock cut, and an X-shaped crossed sword light appeared in front of him.

Left crosscut, right crosscut, headwind, thrust.

He slowly found his own touch, as if he was practicing in a wooden gymnasium.Lowering his head, the wooden sword turned into a racket.He remembered that before he was 6 years old, he had found a trace of the combination of kendo and tennis.What was the first move at that time?Use the left cut and right cut to pick short balls to create Xu Rulin's rhythm...

While thinking, he used the racket in his hand to reproduce the process of completing each move in the air.

The cassock is cut, and the aggression is like fire.

Tang Zhu moved like thunder.

...If you combine two chops at the same time, you can combine them.He closed his eyes and simulated a straw man in his mind. He kept waving the racket in his hands. His whole body was gradually wrapped in white mist, and the invisible "qi" enveloped the racket, forming a silver cloud on the racket surface. tennis.

He drives the racket in the air, and the ball also draws changing lights.He made two quick slashes, and the ray of light appeared with a curved path.

Faster, he had to go faster.

Something in his heart was urging him.If you don't let that person see your comprehension before Yukimura wins the game, this game will be the same as usual practice, meaningless.

His figure seemed to be covered by a cloud of fog, and the naked eye could only see the faster and faster sword light.Those complicated shadows enveloped his whole body, and some gradually formed "Qi" gushed out from his body.

His heart is to win.

Only by winning can you walk in front of others and be qualified to stand shoulder to shoulder with that person.His way is not protection, that person is strong enough and doesn't need protection from others.

His way is to fight side by side.

In the center of the sword light, a small ball of silver light expanded little by little, first wrapping his arms, then his shoulders, head, upper limbs, and lower limbs.Soon, his whole body seemed to be coated with silver light. If anyone could see this scene, they would mistakenly think that it was as if a mortal|flesh|body became a god, and the boy was shrouded in light.

He doesn't know what he looks like, but is immersed in the understanding of Tao.

My way is to fight.It is to split all obstacles, to swing the sword in order to advance, and to win every battle.I have to get up from here, someone is waiting for me.

Starting from the top of his head, there was a gap in the silver light, and a faint black air came out, quickly covering his whole body.This black air lingered around his arms and back, like a burning black flame, holding the master up into the air.

Sanada opened his eyes.

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Yukimura opened his eyes wide.

A white hair ribbon fell slowly in front of her eyes.This is the headband he is most used to. It is soft and absorbs sweat very well. Sanada also helped him adjust the angle of the back of his head this morning.

The cloth on the side of its head was burned by something, and there were black burn marks on the cross section that fell on the ground.The iron net not far behind was pierced and was making a shaking sound, and the sizzling metal grinding made goose bumps.

what is that……

Yukimura looked towards the opposite side of the court, and the tall boy looked like an evil|god standing up from the pile of corpses on the ancient battlefield. He was surrounded by black flames, and the tongue of flames spread wantonly around, trying to devour everything that dared to approach.Those black snake-like fireworks with ink-colored phantoms shouted and roared in a low voice between their teeth, while their owners remained silent as always, with their eyes covered by the brim of their hat.

For a moment, Yukimura was suspicious of what he saw.

He has always known that Sanada is a master of swordsmanship, but he has never thought that this person has reached a field that ordinary swordsmen cannot reach.Perhaps while he was exploring the road of tennis, his understanding of kendo also deepened.

gas.This is the first barrier between mortals and masters.Sanada had never touched that side before, but Yukimura did not expect that in such a tennis match, the opponent broke through his limit.That is not an understanding of tennis, but a farther place in my heart, an examination of myself.

This is Sanada's mental power.

On the other side of the court, the people surrounded by black flames broke through their spiritual limitations by relying on their own strength.

Yukimura could feel that the iron chain in his hand was getting out of his control.The man tugged at it, getting closer and closer to him.

He took a deep breath.

As expected of you, you can make me feel fear for a moment.

How long has he been waiting?Waiting for the moment to witness this transformation in person.He watched Sanada walk behind him step by step, defeating every opponent who tried to stop him, even if his knees were bloody, even if his steps were like pins and needles.

You must also follow yourself closely and occupy the only side-by-side seat.

"You've caught up at last," he said.

"I finally caught up." He replied.

Sanada stared at the boy on the opposite side of the field, closed his eyes and breathed quietly.He knew that he only got one point from the opponent, but the weight of this point exceeded all the games he had played in ten years.

"Have you seen it clearly?" Sanada stood back on his baseline, posing to catch the ball, his gaze like a sword, "If you want to see it, I can use it again."

For the first time, the expression on Yukimura's face melted a little, and his cold face since the beginning of this match was like a spring thunder.His smile was too shallow to be seen, but Sanada knew that this person was in an extremely good mood.

"I want to see."

Well, I would like to help you.

He is no longer obsessed with the unwillingness and resentment of losing to this person.You have already obtained something more precious than victory, so you can't be too greedy.His racket touched Yukimura's ball, and his steady hand felt a safe route without the five senses added by baptism. He wrapped the ball with black flames again, and returned to that person with all his remaining strength.He carefully savored every word of the last ball, his heart was as warm as being held in the arms of the other party.

He is the only one who can fight the gods on his own.Being seamless is just the way of the predecessors, it will neither be recognized by oneself, nor can it be a shortcut to defeat Yukimura.

This is the path unique to Genichiro Sanada, which cannot be imitated, cannot be surpassed, and has no model.

After ten years of walking on this road, he finally broke free from the shackles and caught up with that distant figure.

Apart from you, only I have perfected my own path.We are bound to be mentioned together.

He seemed to be able to hear the other party's gentle voice from the small ball.

--well done.

That person's smash was as merciless as it has been for many years, and the game finally ended. It was obviously just a seven-goal duel, and everyone seemed to have experienced a final. Lost 7:1, but Sanada didn't feel pain in his heart, but regretted the end of this match.

They walked to the net amid the silent attention of everyone outside the court, clasped hands and intertwined fingers.

This is not my end.

Sanada looked at the boy's gentle eyebrows, and that person's eyes were filled with infinite pride.

I came to your temple through the world and purgatory, and conquered the world with you.I have won the same praise as you, but I will always be the lucky one rewarded by fate.

But now I start from the beginning, with all my glory removed, and hold my whole self before you.

You untie that iron chain, and watch me break through the invisible iron wall and climb up, relying on my own strength to stand upright by your side.

I finally stopped having sleepless nights and was no longer half a step behind.

I am the companion of the gods, a swordsman who became a god from a human being, and an emperor admired by all living beings.Now I am finally qualified to stand shoulder to shoulder with your name.

You are staring at me firmly across the net, under the deep eyelids is a dream of crystal purple, I fell into the net of Venus that I can't get rid of.

You are not a god worshiped by mortals, nor a holy spirit recorded in books.

Erebus, the god of darkness, will light the lamp for you, and Zeus, the all-knowing and all-powerful heavenly father, will pour the wine for you.Athena guards your weapons, Poseidon feeds your steeds.

You are not any god.

But the belief of the gods.

You are my youth, all the beauty, all the indescribable colors, and the only one.

No one is worthy of you.

except me.