[True luck] My young taming is too lax!

For a moment, Yukimura couldn't believe his ears.

He seemed to be choked, and he never allowed others to gain the upper hand in front of him, but now he couldn't open his mouth to refute.He was sitting on the side of the bench, but the man who was only a palm away from him seemed to be far away.

——What am I missing?

He opened his mouth, then closed it tightly, and turned his eyes away from the ghost and put it back in the game on the court.He really wanted to concentrate on watching the battle and see what the reason for the so-called "not being selected" was, but he couldn't calm down.

He heard the referee's score report and heard the audience's discussion.At the beginning of the game, Atobu completely had the upper hand, and even scored quickly, as if every move of the opponent was firmly in his hands.

This is not surprising. Atobe is good at using insight to discover the opponent's weakness. His attack is aimed at the opponent's worst point of attack. His eyesight can see through all the opponent's small movements and thoughts, so people often have nowhere to escape. shape feeling.Yukimura knew this very well. He had fought against him before. Although Atobe did not win, it was definitely not easy to compete with this person.

Yukimura didn't know much about Irie at first, but in terms of familiarity, Atobe, who was also an opponent for three years in junior high school, was more cordial.But just after the conversation and dinner that day, Yukimura knew very well how similar the senior Irie of the No. 3 court was to himself.

Although Yukimura would never confuse the opponent's mentality by deliberately throwing water, but just looking at the thin figure of this high school student, one can tell that Irie's most terrifying point has not yet been revealed.In other words, he also has reservations about how much of the strength the high school students who have been competing with them have used.

Yukimura let out a breath, got up and went back to the wall.His teammates were watching the game so intently that no one noticed his conversation with the ghost.He withdrew his emotions and tugged at the collar of his coat. It was already afternoon, and the sky was gradually becoming cloudy.

"This match is very strange." Seeing Yukimura approaching, Yagyu opened his mouth to ask a question, "As a singles player, this senior Irie's performance is roughly equivalent to that of the No. 3 field, but I have doubts."

Yukimura nodded, "Tell me."

"In the past few days of our special training, the special training has improved the body's balance ability, jumping and muscle groups. These should all belong to basic training." Liu Sheng stared at the two players who were exchanging venues, and slowly frowned, " Just now, Atobe-kun’s new trick ‘Fleeing Song towards Frustration’ is also aimed at the opponent’s hand holding the racket, and uses the rebounded return ball to launch a ground smash with almost no bounce. These are very intuitive evolutions.”

"But, what's the trick of Senior Irie?" He pushed his glasses. After spending so long with Nioh, he already has a very keen sense of acting and deceit. "This opponent is still under observation."

Yukimura raised his eyebrows, his rationality gradually recovered from Yagyu's words, and seeing the almost one-sided battle situation in the arena, he finally understood what Yagyu meant, "You seem to have a good premonition of this kind of trick."

Yagyu sighed, "I didn't need this kind of premonition, if only Nioh-sama could torture me less."

Yukimura smiled and shook his head helplessly.

"I think so too, Yagyu." A deep and magnetic voice came from beside him, leaning on the fence and looking at the Ninzuzu in the arena and nodded at them, "I thought I was the only one who discovered this problem. It's obviously 5:0 , but I couldn't cheer for Atobe like everyone else."

Cheers calling out Atobe's name resounded around the stadium. This used to be the custom of Hyodi, but now it is obvious that the young master's unique personal charm has made all the junior high school students who are looking forward to victory involuntarily cheer for him.Yukimura looked over, not far away Kirihara was standing with Shiraishi and raised his arms, Marui and Akutagawa Feng shouted together, even when he was distracted thinking about the meaning of this team competition, Yagyu was also concentrating Analyzing the situation of this singles one-on-one battle.

When he first entered the dorm, Yukimura would still eat with Lihai's teammates, but now, each of them has their own small circle, and all the differences in schools, grades and nationalities are gradually disappearing.They merged quickly, just like Yukimura and Yanagi said when they first arrived——

They have become a new team.

Yukimura, on the other hand, doesn't feel like he belongs yet.

When he realized this, there were also earth-shaking changes on the field: Atobe's match point, his insight was useless, the small ball that landed in Irie's half was like a gift, and what was rewarded was a hit on the ground. A smash at Atobe's feet.

"40:15!"

"Sure enough, is everything up to now just acting?"

All the voices that stopped abruptly seemed to be paused, and the thin boy who landed lightly showed a smile that was completely different from the previous embarrassment, "It's exposed."

"It's really bad..." Whether it was pretending to be invincible, or acting with ease until the last ball, everyone realized how much confidence this man named Irie had in his own strength.

"If it takes until the last moment to fight back, if it's an ordinary person, I'm afraid my heart will be defeated." Yagyu adjusted his glasses and frowned, "But if you want Atobe-kun to admit defeat, this kind of trick is absolutely impossible to work. "

"However, if the opponent's weakness cannot be seen through, how should Atobe fight next?" Shinobu asked in a low voice, but he didn't get any answer.

"Game Irie, 1:5!"

"Game Irie, 3:5!"

"Game Irie, 6:5!"

"Irie's strength lies in his ability to understand the opponent's mood." Oni explained, "So he can see through the opponent's intentions, actions, and emotions."

Atobe was almost unable to fight back on the court. His insight was reversely used as an opponent's boost, showing countless weaknesses in his own half. His script."

"Really?" Yukimura stared thoughtfully at the boy who fell to the ground, "I think that if you act according to the script in the competition, you will be bound instead."

"This guy is best at protracted battles." Ninzu squinted his eyes, "He will never lose in this match."

The slight wind passed through the woods on both sides, and suddenly there was a chill above the head, and the light snow fell, gradually turning into a world of ice.People couldn't take their eyes off the boy who was fighting again on the field, and Yukimura also noticed the redness and swelling of Atobu's ankle.

This scene is so familiar. In the season a few months ago, the game that caused Tezuka's hand injury to recur was against Atobe, and now the person who has to bear the pain and continue the protracted battle is replaced by Atobe.Yukimura even remembered that Sanada, who was also struggling to run in the whole battle, must continue to consume the wound and increase the pain in the rounds that rely on movement.

Yukimura has always been just a bystander in the Jedi counterattacks he saw many times on the sidelines.He is not a member of Qinggaku, so he can't empathize with Tezuka's feeling of fighting to the death with the expectations of others.He is not a member of the Ice Emperor, and he cannot empathize with Atobe's determination to fight a protracted war for the team.

In Lihai where he was, everyone had experienced the feeling of being sanctioned by the five senses and laying down on the court. Only he himself, except for the time when he lost to a serious illness, had never been in a desperate situation in tennis.

Yukimura suddenly discovered the difference between himself and others.Ever since he perfected his tennis, he got used to observing from the coach's perspective, so he couldn't be the most frank and true self except in front of his friends; he was used to winning, so he was forced to persevere until the end even when he was defeated by the score Not a single moment of experience.

He never allowed himself to be on the verge of extinction, and that kind of crisis was not necessary for him to break through.He calculated his limit and rewarded the opponent with the most suitable strength.

Arrogance is the original sin.

No one can walk alone forever.

The score on the court became astonishing, and the tug-of-war came to a 187 tie.When Yukimura came back to his senses, Atobe had reached a critical point, and Irie, who was opposite him, no longer maintained a leisurely state.

The tall boy bumped his body against the wall, and no one would pay attention to the game at this moment. The man seemed to have hit his head or passed out from exhaustion.On the other side of the court, the rescued ball was falling lightly behind Irie, only a step back, but the boy remained motionless and just glanced past the landing point.

"I can't lift my arms anymore..." He smiled shallowly, and gave up his plan to continue to fight back.

Yukimura watched his teammates carry Atobe back to the sidelines, and the medical staff were checking him.He saw that his junior was frowning and staring at the top of the boy's head, while Shiraishi on the other side comforted Kirihara in a low voice not to worry.He saw a few roommates of Atobe, although they would always be tossed about by the young master, but worriedly focused on the young man, and Huadi who followed Atobe closely from the beginning to the end, separated like a patron saint the crowd around...

At such a moment, no one cares about the direction of the game.Their shadows surrounding the boy slowly overlapped with the Tachikai in Yukimura's memory, until Atobe finally opened his eyes again and whispered "It's so crowded" before they all dispersed.

Yukimura touched his hand, it was cold, as if no one dared to hold it.The snowflake finally gradually became smaller, and Liu Sheng, who was holding the umbrella for him, turned his head, and the purple-haired boy was hanging his head, wondering what he was thinking.

"Yukimura-kun? Are you alright?"

He didn't get an answer, so he hesitated for a while, and then stretched out his hand to gently grab Yukimura's arm, carefully observed the man's complexion, "Are you uncomfortable?"

Yukimura stared closely at Yagyu's hand, and then he noticed that Yagyu's umbrella had been blocking the snowflakes since he didn't know when.Has he ever paid attention to the concern of others, or is it because of his wild thoughts that even this kind of thoughtfulness is taken for granted?

He raised his head, and the friend who had held an umbrella for him since the first time he talked with him was looking at him with a rare worry, as if he was not a "son of God" or a "minister", but an ordinary person. Yes, sick teenagers.

He used to be unhappy because of his teammates' unnecessary worries, but now he feels warm, making his fingers warm.

Yukimura suddenly sighed.

"What a fool I am."

Liu Sheng raised his eyebrows puzzled.

"It's nothing, I'm in good health." He smiled, as if throwing away something invisible.He's finally figured one thing out, so he's in such a good mood now that he can't wait to play.

The team exchange match that ended in a tie was completely beyond everyone's expectations.The singles ended with the two sides unable to continue the match. It was obviously a duel between junior high school students and high school students, but it ushered in an incredible result.

"In other words, is the play-off next?"

"Except for the scene between Bingdi and Qingxue before, I've never seen it before, it's amazing!"

"Who is the person sent by Court No. 5?"

The tall man who stood up from the bench was striding towards the entrance of the court. He seemed to be caught in flames by the heat of the court, and he was eager as if he couldn't sit still. He didn't even notice that someone was approaching quickly.

"Let's make an agreement, Senior Ghost."

The boy with iris-purple hair stretched out his arms to block his chest, his slender arms blocked his body, not even thick as a ghost's wrist, "I will play in the play-offs."

"Get out of the way, I'll go!"

"Is it just dissatisfaction with me for being a doorkeeper who turns back on promises?" Yukimura narrowed his eyes, his words made Oni stop in his tracks, and looked sideways at him.The surrounding teammates also held their breath and looked at the boy nervously.

"If you can't entrust it just because you have never experienced the baptism of desperation in the game, then I will not accept this reason." Yukimura raised his chin and looked up at this senior who was more than a head taller than him, "Want to Seeing my evolution in the face of adversity, just having this level of opponent is not enough."

"But if you think my will can't represent the team, then watch me win every game to answer your doubts."

The ghost pursed his lips, retracted his arms and crossed his chest, and stared condescendingly at the boy's cold face, "We can't allow a single mistake—"

"I've never lost a game."

Yukimura slowly emphasized word by word, with a cold sternness in his eyes, "And I have no intention of losing in the future. This game represents the dignity of me and all junior high school students, so I will not allow any People took away my right to play."

"Not even you, senior."

He stared closely at the eyes of the ghost, and rarely showed the undeniable coldness on his face when he faced Li Hai's members in the past.He didn't seem to care about the identity of the other party's senior, nor did he consider how much his words shocked the people around him.He didn't even realize that he had unknowingly said the word "junior high school student", and he didn't realize that his companions on the No. 5 court were silently approaching him, standing behind him as if silently supporting him.

"So, do you know the meaning of this game, Yukimura?"

"In the last match, we just need to win quickly and thoroughly, right?" He walked slowly to the opposite side of the ghost, tapping the water-blue racket in his hand.

The ghost stared at him, seemingly surprised, "Aren't you taking off your coat?"

"No, that's enough." He smiled and glanced at the teammates around him, "Everyone has worked hard until now, please allow me to represent you in the final game, and let the opponent know what the strength of a junior high school student is. "

"It's more convincing than you, the senior gatekeeper, to open this door and break it with our own hands, right?"

-

The ghost has never seen such a person.When he saw Tokugawa last year, he was resonated by that junior's reluctance to admit defeat, so this time he and Irie stayed to cultivate the next pillar of the U17 team.Now, in the last year of senior year when he was about to retire, he saw the new generation of middle school students again, and was moved by that kind of burning struggle, and couldn't help breaking his own boundaries.

The first time he saw Yukimura was the day the junior high school students had just arrived.In Chuo Ward, where Yukimura is currently playing, he and Irie Tokugawa saw these future tennis pillars.

When Irie left the field, he told him that among the junior high school students, there was a mental power player who had cracked the perfect suit.That was the first time he put this junior on the watch list.

"Senior Oni, why didn't you plan to let Minister Yukimura play?"

Ghost did not sit back on the bench, but stood among the players watching the game on the field.The black-haired curly boy next to him was staring at him with dissatisfaction, his mouth was about to stick to the sky.

"Akaya..." Marui grabbed the junior's arm and pulled him away a little.He wasn't very happy either, but first of all he kept Chiya away from that scary person.

The ghost didn't answer, and he couldn't say anything. He had completely forgotten about the player on the list just now, and he couldn't wait to play in person.He thought of the conversation between himself and Yukimura before the singles match, and his mind became more and more puzzled.

Such a calm and proud young man is not as passionate as his peers on the court, he is not driven by the surrounding environment, and he is not influenced by anyone.Ghost had seen this young boy's lively smile in the restaurant before, and his gentle and touched expression when facing his help, but once it was related to tennis, this boy was a different person.

Dual personality?

He stared at the young man who had quickly secured his shot in the arena, and his eyes gradually moved to Irie's face opposite him.This child is an unprecedented and unique mental power player. In this field, I know far less than Irie and Taneshima.But at least he is very clear about the meaning of Irie's eyes staring at Yukimura now.

"Enter the river?"

"Hey, Yamato, did your school fight him?"

"Well, it was only last year that our Qingxue met in Kanto and Lihai. It's a pity that I haven't caught up." Yamato shrugged and stared at the boy with interest, "I think when I was a minister I love putting on a jacket too, but I never thought it would be like this in a game, which is amazing."

"Are you trying to be cool?" The teammate next to him patted the back of his head.

The teenagers on the field were trying to figure out their opponent's tricks one by one. Toshio Takei played on court No. 3. Although he was placed on the bench, he was still very strong just because of tactics like Yukimura.

"To deal with spiritual players, it seems that the aggressive type still has no advantage." Irie murmured in a low voice, "Once a mental attack is applied, Takei's tricks will be useless."

"No. This kid's foundation is broken tricks. Except for the baptism discussed in the previous magazine, he doesn't have any technical stunts." The silver-haired boy who came close to him touched his arm, " Isn't it just to expose your lie, Zuoduo, why give me face?"

Irie glanced at Tanejima unhappily. Just now he was washing his hair by the pool to cool down, but this man snatched his glasses, "Who told you to treat myopic people like this."

"Although I can understand why you let these children not lose so early, but this game, you will be kicked out." Taneshima smiled, shaking the tail of his hair behind his head, "Takei It’s starting to lose touch.”

In the third game of the game, Yukimura scored consecutive points without giving his opponent any chance.But this time, no one will feel that the opponent is acting like Irie.Apart from Echizen, the only person who can persevere under Yukimura's hands is Sanada who has cracked the five senses, and obviously this time is no exception.

It was the first time for Oni to see this move with his own eyes. He had heard of the 7-ball match that was watched by everyone in the junior high school knockout round. Because of the attention of his friends and coaches, it aroused discussions among the high school students.Being able to crack the seamless clothes only through mental power, probably not only those boys, but even the ghost himself had the idea of ​​fighting him.

Takei is not an ordinary character either. If any other middle school student were to play, Oni would not be at ease, so he wanted to play a game by himself in a trance.But looking at the person who was waving the racket in vain, Gui finally understood the meaning of what the boy said to him just now.

--that's enough.

As the leader of the No. 3 court, how strong is Irie, I am afraid that child has already seen the mystery of the result of the game just now.And only by speculating and observing the players in the previous games, Yukimura can estimate the strength of his opponents in the play-offs. This kind of mind and insight no longer needs others to lead.

Looks like I did miscalculate this guy.

As he thought about it, he recalled the expression on the child's face when he looked around his teammates resolutely before going on the court, and he was a little touched by those words.

There will always be the most outstanding person in a group, but what teenagers value more is not the strength of their friends.Whether it is a god or a minister, those empty titles only add to the troubles.

No matter how strong you are, you are still just a child.At least from Oni's point of view, those teenagers who stood beside Yukimura without hesitation to share the threat from their seniors have been protecting him all the time.

I don't know if the child has discovered this now?

The ghost couldn't help but bend the corner of his mouth, and looked across the court.Takei, who had completely lost his attack power, fell to his knees as if shrouded in invisible darkness.The teenager standing opposite him tapped his racket calmly, waiting for the opponent's serve to send a point due to timeout.It was as if he couldn't see the gazes of people outside the court, and he didn't even care about the opponent's state.He just calmly played each of his shots impeccably, making the game a record that cannot be interpreted by anyone.

The reason why his five senses are so difficult to crack is that, in addition to the monster's powerful mental power, there is also a basic strength that no matter how hard he researches, no flaws can be found.Even if the five-dimensional value is slightly weaker with strength and physical strength, those aggressive players will not be regarded by him at all.

If you want to defeat Yukimura, unless your spiritual power is stronger than him.

This is almost an unsolvable problem.

Compared with the singles match just now, this round didn't have any cheers chanting Yukimura's name. This person has always been on the court, and no one would speak loudly.The middle school students all watched his game with wide eyes and held their breath, and this kind of crushing quick decision also made the high school students shut up.But they didn't even know that Yukimura just used the ordinary five senses.At this level, Sanada already has complete resistance.

Probably in Ghost's expectation, a 6:0 is the most perfect ending.And just like him, this boy also won his favorite lovegame.The moment the ball landed, the long-closed iron gate was slammed open.The boy holding the racket retracted his sword, and the opponent fell to the ground, but he raised his head proudly.

"Three wins, two losses and one round are invalid, and the team exchange match will be won by field five!"

Behind him are shouting teammates, and on his shoulders are the gazes of everyone.As long as there is a slight flaw, or if the ghost plays in person, the victory of the junior high school student will be mixed, but the boy did not give anyone a chance to criticize.As he said, he personally pushed away the obstacles that blocked them, making those who underestimated and questioned the conditions for their existence.

The young man who left the court with the racket still had a gentle smile returning to his usual smile, but when he walked to the sidelines, he was embraced by the juniors who rushed over and his teammates on the 5th court.He was not tall and a little thin, and he was almost submerged in the crowd, but the sense of distance that surrounded him in the past disappeared, and those teenagers also forgot the awe they had for this man a few minutes ago.

What moved them the most was not only the perfect score and the crushing gap, but also Yukimura's performance in supporting their junior high school students in front of their seniors, and his admirable toughness.

Known as the No.1 "Son of God" in the middle school, people have forgotten his title suffix.Now Xingcun is no longer just Lihai's treasure, but also the most reliable companion for these young people who are constantly climbing towards the top.

The ghost stared at these children, and the expression on his face finally relaxed a little.His eyes were on the boy's head which was being touched by someone's hand, and a water-blue rabbit sewn on a white headband was exposed between the hanging hair.

The ghost blinked.

"This headband..." Isn't it the one I sewed for you?

Yukimura looked up at Oni's gaze, touched the hairband subconsciously, and then showed a trace of embarrassment on his face.

"After all, it's the kindness of Senior Ghost." He smiled and turned his head unnaturally, "And I want to play together with the will of my teammates who are not here."

It was the headband that Genichiro had broken, and he wore it to remind himself that there was also the black wristband on his wrist.For the first time in his life, Genichiro was not by his side when he won, which mixed his emotions with a trace of sadness.

Sure enough, what I want most is to win alongside you.