must love tennis

"You will lose."

In the dark and quiet world, such a voice suddenly sounded.

With no direction, Ryoma subconsciously raised his head to look for it, and came back to his senses halfway through the movement.I should be in a state where I can't see or hear anything.But when she opened her eyes, she did see Yukimura Seichi.

This scene seems familiar.

She was also sitting on the ground in a rather embarrassing situation, covered in sweat, while the other party was standing opposite, looking at her quietly, her appearance was as perfect as a god.

It was as if he could put all the pressure on himself just by standing there, he couldn't move anymore, he couldn't get up and grab the tennis racket anymore.

"As I said, this is cruel to you." Yukimura said, "You have this will, which is really admirable. But Li Haida's victory will not change."

"So what?" Ryoma asked him.

"I just hope you admit defeat earlier, it will be better for you and everyone else. Objectively speaking, I am not an opponent that you can defeat with the idea of ​​not admitting defeat, little girl." He replied calmly.

"If it made it impossible for you to pick up a tennis racket again...that was not my intention and I would be sorry too."

It's a bit ironic to say such words from the opponent's mouth.she thought.

Is it still a dream?

No, this should be...an illusion.

But hallucinations don't mean they're all fake.

Yukimura Seiichi that Ryoma saw in front of him, the pity that flashed in his eyes, and what he said just now, were probably all true.

Maybe out of good intentions.Unlike Sanada, who is too machismo, Yukimura is more down-to-earth-of course, this is based on absolute confidence.He is much more confident than Sanada.

So far, he's also right.Because this is the first time that Ryoma has been forced into such a painful situation in a tennis match.This is something she never thought would happen before.

But by the same token, Ryoma never gave up the concept.Compared with the imminent loss, the thought of giving up because of this will make her more unwilling.

Ryoma still touched the tennis ball.

More precisely, she intuitively believed she had touched the ball and held it in her hands.

The hallucination in front of him has not disappeared, and he sighed in disbelief, as if he was regretting something.

"Do you want to continue?"

Yukimura was asking her, or maybe the voice in her heart was asking herself.

At this time, Ryoma was no longer sure whether she had "heard" any sound, and simply shook his head, shaking the phantom out of his mind.

Then, she tried to serve and, not surprisingly, failed.

...not just the senses.

The instinctive ball feeling of the body seems to have disappeared together.

Ryoma took a step forward, trying to find the ball, but he didn't expect the ball to land at his feet.She tripped again, maybe a little hard this time, but because the pain was not obvious, she just felt heavy and tired.

She closed her eyes, and for a moment, she almost let herself sink into the endless black swamp.

At this moment, she heard another voice, not from Yukimura, nor from the seniors of Qinggaku, it seemed a little more familiar...

Ryoma opened his eyes suddenly, and closed them immediately after being dazzled by the sun, the fundus of his eyes was sour.

"Okay, let's call it a day, it's time to go home."

A shadow stood in front of her and reached out to her.

Before Ryoma realized who he was, he raised his arm subconsciously to hold his hand, and was quickly lifted from the ground.Her legs were still a little soft, her hair was sticky with sweat, and the ball cap was crookedly placed on her head. She couldn't help stretching out her free right hand to straighten it up.

She finally fully saw the scene in front of her eyes, and what caught her eyes was Long Ya's big smiling face.

No, it's much more immature than in my impression...

Now, the facial features of this seven or eight-year-old boy have not yet developed, only the eyebrows and eyes are vaguely similar to those of a few years later, even the hair is cut short, and it is not submissively placed on the head and curled outward.

Ryoma's eyes turned to the hands they held together, and the skeleton also shrunk a lot, the fingers were short and much softer than in the future.

Long Ya bent down again and picked up the children's racket that fell on the ground, and slapped herself on the shoulder: "However, if you are not enjoying yourself enough... I can play with you for a while, tennis is fine, I'm going to the beach Are you going to pick up shells?"

The young Long Ya was already very interested in seafood barbecue, and last time I caught a few crabs with her.He was obviously not hungry, but he looked at the ingredients with green eyes, wishing he could eat them alive on the spot.

But taking care of Ryoma's young and fragile stomach, he still learned how to set up a wood pile to make a fire.The two children struggled for a long time, managed to ignite the fire, and finally stacked the peeled crab shells back neatly and placed them on the beach.

At this time, Long Ya was not very old, but in the eyes of the younger Long Ma, he was almost omnipotent.

He also seemed to enjoy being looked at with trusting, dependent eyes, always smiling and fulfilling her various wishes.Her incomprehensible father rarely took her out to play, and it was always Long Ya who led her out and taught her how to know the way, how to swim, and how to run fast on the beach...

From the third pedestrian street in Santa Monica to the most famous beach nearby, they walked over and over again, from sunrise to sunset.This is her happiest childhood memory.

Long Ma is often led out by Long Ya, exhausted after playing for a day, lying on his shoulders and being carried back by him, and clings to his neck in a daze.

Long Ya will also remind her: "Hold the tennis ball, don't let go - we don't have any extra."

"Hmm—" Ryoma dragged out a long voice, humming sleepily.

"elder brother……"

When Ryoma heard herself speak, she was a little uncertain whether it was her own will now, or something that just happened in her memory.The body has moved involuntarily, and pulled Longya's sleeve.

Longya dug out the sand shovel and plastic bucket they had hidden from behind the palm tree, handed both rackets to Longma, and stuffed the ball into her pocket.

"Come on, little one, I'll take you to dig hermit crabs today." He said confidently.

Long Ya did what she said.When they returned with a full load, it was a bit difficult.

He asked Ryoma, "Is it heavy?"

She shook her head, indicating that she was perfectly fine.Long Ya looked at her suspiciously, pinched her slender arm, and said, "Too thin, girls should eat more, or they won't be strong enough to play tennis."

At that time, Ryoma almost obeyed him, nodding without hesitation.What she looks forward to most every day is the time when Long Ya plays with her. Although she is always too clumsy to catch the ball, she still feels very happy. If she can catch up with his pace, she is willing to do anything.

Sometimes Long Ya couldn't help laughing at her, but in the end he would teach her how to swing the racket.Even if it is a children's shot, it is still a bit heavy for Ryoma, so she can't grasp the power and feeling well, and hits the ball again and again.

Long Ya bent down and picked up two heavy buckets, and led her back, leaving two rows of fuzzy footprints on the sand.

The sound of the tide lapping on the beach at sunset was very long and regular. Ryoma watched the footprints he stepped on while listening to the sound calculations, until the sound of ebbing tide had not been heard for a long time, as if it suddenly stopped.

Ryoma couldn't help but glance back, and then couldn't move anymore.

"What's the matter? Haven't seen enough?" Long Ya stopped to look over, and the next second, her expression froze.

Shock and fear gradually appeared on the faces of the two children.

"Is this a tsunami..." Long Ya's rare voice became stammered.

Huge waves blocked the sky and also the sun from the west, casting shadows on them.He subconsciously let go, threw the bucket away, grabbed Ryoma's shoulder, and wanted to pull her away.

But the dragon horse couldn't run at all, Long Ya felt something was wrong when he pulled it, and when he raised his head again, his face became even more rigid.He blocked the dragon horse behind him, took a step back slowly, and looked at the few "figures" that appeared out of thin air in front of the waves—if they could be called "people".

More like racks of clothes supported by black cloaks and wide-brimmed hats, wrapped in layers and layers of white bandages.

"Who are you...!"

"I found it, it's her." A childish voice said.

Ryoma looked over, it was a little baby standing on the shoulder of the black cloak.

"The little one?" The black cloak made a deep and thick voice, which didn't sound like the tone and tone that a human can make, and it made people feel creepy.

"Well, make no mistake. Bring it here."

The cloaks next to him began to approach, Longya's eyes froze. Although he didn't understand what happened, he quickly realized one thing: these monsters were going to take his sister away.

"Don't come over!" He opened his arms and stopped in front of Ryoma. She was so frightened that she tightly grasped the hem of his clothes, her lips trembling and she could hardly make a sound: "Brother..."

"Little ghost, don't do unnecessary things." The little baby's voice was very cold and impatient. "We need her—no, or rather, somewhere in the world needs her."

What is he saying?Long Ma couldn't understand, and Long Ya didn't understand at all, but instinctively felt a sense of crisis, and the hairs all over his body stood on end.

run.

The same voice came to the mind of both of them.Long Ya glanced at her, and before she had time to say anything, the black cloak stretched out her stiff arms.

——"Don't touch her!"

Long Ma's last impression was Long Ya's shouting, and then the scene in front of him suddenly became chaotic, as if countless black chains flashed past his eyes.

The corner of the clothes she was holding on to finally slipped out of her hands.Losing her source of strength and sense of protection, she fell on the beach, her knees hurt from the uneven sand, but what shocked her even more was the group of black shadows that were fading away.

There was also the blood on Long Ya's body, he was carried on his shoulders unconsciously and taken away together.And she couldn't do anything, she could only watch them being swallowed by a cloud of distorted air...

"do not want!"

Ryoma finally shouted out.

All the pictures were shattered by the black sharp blade, and it also pierced through her sea of ​​sealed memories sharply, causing her brain to throb violently.

She hugged her head and sat up suddenly, her knees still hurt, but it was only numb from kneeling on the ground for too long.

The audience was in an uproar, and all the voices filled her ears again, and the world returned to normal.

Ryoma was panting heavily, trembling all over.

But what was even more shocking was the audience on the sidelines, as well as her opponent.

Disappeared?

For a moment, Yukimura Seiichi felt that the absolute aura he spread out was broken.

Ryoma was slowly standing up from the ground, using the racket to support her weak legs, but it had indeed liberated her body, and her empty eyes had regained focus.

...But how is this possible?

Moreover, in such a short moment, she broke through the mental barrier that no one had ever broken through, and escaped from the suppression of "destroying the five senses".

If it was just this, it wouldn't shock Yukimura too much.

Afterwards, he saw Ryoma raised his head, and a faint smile appeared on his sweat-drenched face, probably due to lack of strength, he could only slightly raise the corners of his lips.

But her brows and eyes have been stretched, appearing extremely soft.

Afterwards, she clenched the racket tightly and lifted it up. A golden light rose from between her fingers, then rushed to her whole body, and even enveloped the red racket in an instant.

It was as if her whole being was set on fire.

"I remember."

At that moment, Ryoma didn't think about too many things.

She raised her head and saw Coach Ryuzaki on the sidelines with tears in his eyes.Behind her, a group of teenagers also gritted their teeth, or covered their eyes. It was the first time she even saw Tezuka's gloomy and nervous expression. He pressed his hand on the guardrail on the sidelines, and seemed to say something.

And her elder brother, Tokugawa Kazuya, had already stepped onto the guardrail, ready to jump directly into the field to interrupt the final - and this action was also suspended because of her sudden awakening.

Later, their expressions became extremely surprised - what did they see?

Ryoma put down the racket naturally, vaguely feeling that there was a bright light that was fleeting.She just felt that her whole body became light and relaxed, as if she had returned to the time when she just woke up in the morning, and her whole body was full of passion.

"Now, I'm going to fight back, Yukimura-senpai."

She declared war as usual in a brisk voice, but Yukimura's expression froze slightly: "What are you talking about..."

His voice was still confused, but he also instinctively sensed her unusual aura, and his face became serious.

The flash of fire just now was so bright, so gorgeous——

Is that the legendary "the sky-clothes seamless limit"?

Or, it's just that he and them are blinded by it, but it's just...an ordinary hallucination?

Ryoma picked up the ball, flexed his wrist, and smiled generously at Yukimura.

"I've wanted to do this for a long time."

"……Um?"

Pull you down from the altar, and fight me like a normal ordinary person.

That's right.

She tossed the ball: "It's just as simple as—"

Putting aside all external factors, tennis itself is such a simple sport.