must love tennis

The unlucky wild boar failed to hunt, but was knocked out with one blow, and finally became their dinner.

Ryoma couldn't help thinking back to the days when he survived on an isolated island, but what he didn't expect was that this tall, thin boy who could play baseball was also a great cook and a master of swordsmanship.

Watching Yamamoto and Skuvalo work together to cut the wild boar apart, she silently turned her head and looked at her father: "So what was our original dinner?"

They went out in a hurry, their luggage was only packed with clothes, Tokugawa brought some simple tools, other than that, he didn't prepare any dry food.Nanjiro was even more empty-handed, as leisurely as if he was going out to buy cigarettes.

Fortunately, with Irie and the others, Ryoma felt that at least he would not starve himself.

Echizen Nanjiro was staring at the bonfire, and his complex expression was illuminated by the fire. Hearing her voice, he came back to his senses, scratched his head, and laughed: "Ah, I didn't think so much. After playing in the mountains for a few days, how did you spend it..."

Well, she guessed it.

Longma sighed in his heart, very vicissitudes.

It must be to let them pick mushrooms, pick wild vegetables and fish on the spot, right?It's a good name, and most of the practice is just to watch her being tossed for fun.

It was already completely dark.

Ryoma walked to the edge of the pool and found Yamamoto sitting there, washing and wiping his sword with water.

That sword... seems to have been transformed from a bat.She persuaded herself not to care about these details, walked slowly to him, and sat down.

"I heard that you guys are going to compete soon, and you are in a hurry," Yamamoto said, "If you don't mind, let's start now?"

night?

Long Ma was startled, she naturally wouldn't refuse, but she was a little concerned, after thinking for a while, she decided to ask: "Can I ask a question?"

"Of course." The other party nodded briskly, retracted the sword into its sheath, showed a very easy-going smile, and looked at her.

"Just now, how did you hit the wild boar with a baseball from such a distance? You can't see clearly, can you?"

Not only was it guaranteed to hit with one blow, but it was also directly knocked out. How strong is this force?

Ryoma knew that their flames would have some special power, but when the baseball flew over just now, the blue flames had not yet been lit on the mountain itself.At that time, it was the ring on Tsunayoshi's chest that illuminated the forest. It was a unique orange light, the same color as the sky when the sun had not yet set.

She could still tell the difference.

In other words, Takeshi Yamamoto hit that shot entirely by his own pure strength.

And during the daytime, Ryoma tried his best, but he couldn't hit the stone to the other side of the river according to Nanjiro's request... No, it was still far from hitting the rock from the bank to the rock below the waterfall.

She looked into each other's eyes quietly, with a very sincere attitude.

In exchange for Yamamoto's relaxed smile: "Haha, it's actually very simple."

"Eh?"

"It's not with the eyes." Yamamoto raised his hand to hold the hilt of the sword, and then slowly slid down against the scabbard, and the sword returned to the shape of a bat.

Ryoma stared blankly, and then heard him continue to say: "It is to feel with the body—even if you close your eyes, can you still hear the sound of the air? The air is not static, you can feel it. A lot of things, and then just whirring and swishing..."

Yamamoto described it to her with great interest, using a lot of onomatopoeia, which made her a little dizzy, and hurriedly called out: "Wait a minute, stop."

"Huh? Is there anything else you don't understand?" Yamamoto blinked.

His eyes were a very deep, pure black in the light of the distant campfire.It makes people feel that he is such a person with direct thinking and pure thinking.

"Well," Ryoma thought for a while, "Senior, do you mean to feel the breath?"

Yamamoto touched his chin: "Li Baoen said before that I have the temperament of a killer, what kind of innate intuition in battle... I don't understand it very well, but when you think about it, it's not so mysterious, right? Just look for Aim at the target, whether it’s swinging a sword or playing baseball, as long as you hit the target, that’s the ultimate goal, isn’t it?”

"That's it, pure purpose." Takeshi Yamamoto concluded.

He said that he likes baseball very much, but he has also experienced a period of low points.The pressure made him stop, and because of the injury, he couldn't lift his arm all the time. He was hit hard, lost confidence, and almost went to extremes because he was lost in life.

"When I jumped from upstairs, she caught me and saved me..." He said slowly, his expression seemed a little more gloomy because of the memory.

Ryoma coughed dryly.

No, that's no longer almost, it's clearly already taken that step!

"Then, I finally understood why I was playing baseball and why I persisted." Yamamoto raised his head, his expression became gentle again, "It's because I like it."

"If you just like it—" Long Ma paused, hesitating, "Can you become stronger?"

Yamamoto shook his head: "It's not just that. You don't need to think about the outcome, the responsibility of the game, and the various pressures in the team... I just play baseball because I like it, and I feel that my injured arm suddenly feels better , let go of those superfluous thoughts, and hit a home run with ease."

Ryoma closed his eyes, filtered through his mind, thoughtfully: "Let go of the desire to win...?"

……

When she returned to the tent, Nanjiro seemed to have gotten into the sleeping bag, and there was no movement in the tent under the firelight, and soon even snoring started.

The brothers' tent was set up next to it.Irikawa was still boiling water by the bonfire, when he saw Ryoma approaching, he explained to her: "There are not enough tents, you have to squeeze in at night."

She nodded, sat down and hugged her knees.

"Where is Dad, did he go to bed without saying anything?"

"Well, he left a word for you, but he said that it might not be needed anymore." Irie Kanata smiled slightly, "He said, you have to feel it with your heart."

"...He's really relaxed." Ryoma muttered dissatisfiedly, and buried his face in his knees.

After the simplest serving and catching training with Yamamoto by the water, her arms are still faintly numb. At this moment, she can only hug her legs softly, trying to draw more strength from the warm flame.

"It seems that you have figured it out?" Irie tilted his head to look at her.

"Well, barely..." Ryoma responded, "I can keep up with the opponent's rhythm a little bit. But tennis and baseball are still different, and I need to adjust."

"Well, I believe you."

As soon as the words fell, Tokugawa came out of the tent and brought the warm water bag.

"Kazuya also prepared this? It's so sweet." Irie said with a smile.

When going out in midsummer, Ryoma didn't think so much, and most people didn't easily think that the warm water bag used in winter would come in handy.

"Well, it's cold in the mountains at night." As Tokugawa said, he stuffed the warm water bag between Ryoma's lower abdomen and thighs, and asked her, "How do you feel now?"

Ryoma still lay on his knees, and replied sullenly: "It's okay."

"It's been too long in the water during the day, girls should avoid soaking in cold water, it will affect the body." He said calmly, "Let's practice on the shore tomorrow."

She touched the warm fluff on her stomach, and her heart warmed up: "Okay."

Tsuna packed her sleeping bag, poked her head out of their tent, "Ryoma, should you go to bed early?"

Ryoma looked back, and Tokugawa was about to extinguish the bonfire, and nodded to her.

"Then, good night." Irie opened the curtain, and his figure disappeared behind.

Ryoma opened the sleeping bag and got in, and Tsuna was already lying in it peacefully, with only one face showing: "Well, it's still a bit cold."

Long Ma turned over and lay on his side facing her: "Can't you use fire?"

"Ah? It's inconvenient when you're sleeping." Tsunaki laughed, "But if you say that..."

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, and a bright light shone from under her sleeping bag, about her chest, piercing through the fabric and illuminating the interior of the tent.

"Does this make you feel warm?"

Ryoma nodded, curious: "Can you teach me to use this ability?"

After a while, Tsuna put out the flames, thought carefully for a while, and analyzed the feasibility: "If your brother can use it, in theory—well, I mean, you should be able to use it in terms of blood. However, it may require a little special training? If you have time in the future, give it a try."

Scrovallo's figure swayed outside the tent, raised his voice and said impatiently: "Hey, little devils, go to bed! I will not be soft tomorrow!"

The next morning, without an alarm clock, Ryoma was woken up by Scuvaro's loud voice.

Gang Ji also seemed to have trouble getting up, yawning and rubbing his eyes, he struggled to get out of the sleeping bag, and replied, "I'll be right away—"

The two changed their clothes and went out. Skuvalo had already started a fire and was cooking a pot of fish. I don't know when he caught it.

"Didn't you sleep at night?" Yamamoto walked over stretching his waist, "Wow, it's indeed Schwarro—so fast!"

"It's safe around here, right?" Tsuna looked at Skuvalo worriedly, trying to find signs of staying up all night from his face, "You don't have to work so hard..."

"Safe? Are you saying that wild beasts may rush out of the woods at any time?" Ryoma rubbed his stiff cheeks, and sleeping in a sleeping bag was still uncomfortable, "Oh, it may be very safe for you."

Yamamoto grinned; "After all, beasts are the easiest targets to deal with."

A group of people quickly shared a pot of fish and fish soup, ready to start a new day of practice.

Nanjiro held Yamamoto's hand and said earnestly: "I will leave my useless daughter to you!"

"Ahaha, uncle, don't say that, we will work hard!"

Ryoma followed Tsuna to the pool first, and Skuvalo was already waiting for them standing on the towering rock.

He circled his arms condescendingly, descended from above, then raised the long sword fixed on his left arm, and swung it into the air.The water from the waterfall a few meters away suddenly broke like a cut silk cloth, and then splashed countless sprays.

"Wow, isn't this too sudden?" Tsuna evaded in a hurry, wiped off the water on his face, and hurriedly looked for Ryoma's figure.

Where the water washed by, she held the branch and stood firmly on the spot.

"It's okay for now." Scovalo looked at it and hooked the corners of his lips.

He jumped off from the top, walked around the dragon horse, and commented: "The arms are too thin, there is more than enough momentum, but not enough strength. You can't learn Shark Shock. Let's start with the simplest moves."

……

Snapped!

Nanjiro opened his eyes and heard the sound of splashing water in the distance. He stood up sleepily and looked out.

The silver-haired man was sitting by the extinguished campfire, eating grilled fish with Yamamoto.

has it ended?

He took another look at the tent next to him, and found that neither Irie nor Tokugawa were there.

"Seniors seem to be on the other side of the waterfall." Yamamoto waved to him and explained, "She seemed to have found a feeling last night and didn't stop. Tokugawa-senpai and Irie-senpai were a little worried about her, so they stayed by the side ..."

Nanjiro thought to himself, it was a bit exaggerated for the girl to stay up all night. How can I say that exercise should be combined with rest.

"Oh, I'll take a look, too. Thanks, boy."

Irikawa Kanata woke up in a daze, realizing that he had fallen asleep leaning against a tree trunk.

Gacha often suffers from insomnia, he is used to it, but he did not expect to fall asleep easily last night-was it because he was too nervous before?

He put his glasses on straight, and his vision became clearer. Tokugawa was sitting upright, with his hands crossed over his chest, like this before going to bed, and his posture remained the same when he got up, looking forward with a serious face.

Hearing the sound of splashes, Iri smiled slightly: "Has it been successful?"

He stood up supporting the tree trunk, moved his hands and feet that were a little numb, and walked over slowly.

Ryoma stood on the rock in front of the waterfall, heard footsteps, stopped to take a breath, and turned his head to look back.Irie smiled and waved to her.

"Take a break?" He was separated by the pool, his voice was mostly covered by the sound of the waterfall, so he had to raise the volume and added gestures.

"Come right away—" Ryoma replied.

Unknowingly, after practicing all night, she felt the soreness in her arms, the soreness in her eyes, and her throat was extremely thirsty.

Go back to catch up on sleep, and then ask Dad about "Tian-Yi seamless".

Thinking of this, Ryoma threw the stone out of his hand, grabbed the branch and prepared to walk to the shore.As soon as he took a step, he saw the boy's gentle face suddenly become stiff, and his dark red eyes flashed with astonishment.

"Ryoma, back!"

As Takeshi Yamamoto said before, use the body to sense the breath.

Ryoma stayed in front of this waterfall for more than two days, and was completely familiar with the environment. He soon noticed something strange from the slight change in his voice, and turned his head abruptly.

I saw a huge black shadow falling from above the waterfall, falling into the water, and then like a tsunami, all the water rushed towards the rock, swallowed her in an instant, and rushed towards the pool behind her.

Longma's eyes went dark, and his head hit the water. Before he could take a breath, he felt the water covering him, and the impact made his body slightly numb, and his already sore limbs lost their strength. Wrapped up by the rushing water, dragged into the depths.

Then the whole world went dark quickly.

Irie exclaimed, and the next second Tokugawa had rushed up, took off his coat, and jumped into the water.

"Kazuya, over there—"

"Know!"

Tokugawa took a deep breath, dived into the water, stretched his arms, grabbed Ryoma's wrist, pulled her over, put his arms around his waist and lifted her up vigorously.

When they surfaced, he could feel the heavy weight of the girl's limp head on her shoulders, as if vomited some water, but when he looked over, his eyes were tightly closed.

He paddled the water back to the shore, and Irrigation hurriedly reached out to help pull them up: "How's it going?"

Tokugawa helped Ryoma up, held the back of his head, and checked roughly: "It should have been hit by the impact of the water and passed out..."

No trauma, no bruises on the head, should be able to wake up soon.

Both of them breathed a sigh of relief.

"If an accident happens at this juncture..."

Moreover, it happened under the noses of their two elder brothers, and they couldn't stop it. Irie blamed himself, closed his eyes, took off his glasses, and wiped off the mist.

Tokugawa pressed his shoulder: "It's not your fault, I'm also relaxed."

When Nanjiro walked halfway, he was shocked when he saw Ryoma walking back in Tokugawa's arms.

Irie hastily explained what happened just now: "Take her back to have a rest, after all she hasn't slept all night, and she's exhausted..."

"Oh, I have gone too far." Nanjiro was also very emotional, shaking his head, a little scared, "Fortunately, you are here."

Irie smiled bitterly: "Sorry."

He waved his hand and didn't take it seriously: "I'm very relieved that this girl is taken care of by you. Go."

Nanjiro stopped in his tracks, folded his arms around his chest, looked at the backs of the two, and sighed.

No matter how strong their girl is, she still needs someone to protect her occasionally.