[Kuroko's Basketball] Our age

It's Xiaodouding. "

The narrow corridor was crowded with people, and the air was already damp, but it was even more stuffy because of the loud voices.Standing in my position, I couldn't hear what Akashi was saying at all, I could only see black heads blocking my sight.

——It’s a little bit boring.

"Momoi-san, I'm going to get some air."

The direction of the exit was blocked by the reporters. I walked out in the opposite direction and opened the door. There was an empty stadium.

Just a few minutes ago, here, there were our shouts, fierce battles, and the sound of the audience almost breaking my eardrums. Now, only the staff who are silently cleaning up the venue are left

——Here, we left our traces, and we fought.

——But why, I feel a little lonely.

"Ah, why is Shiraishi here?"

I was startled by a sudden voice behind me. Turning around, I saw a short boy smiling at me, wearing a tracksuit with the words "Uesaki" clearly on it.

"...Senior Sato? Senior, why are you here?"

"I came to watch the game, with my teammates. Ah, you paid attention to the game at that time, and you definitely didn't notice us?"

"I'm really sorry." I lowered my head, remembering the situation of the game just now, and what he said when we met by chance a few days ago, "So senior, have you seen it?"

Have you seen it?Aomine's breakthrough, Aomine's daunting power.

"I see, Aomine-kun is indeed a genius." Sato shrugged, "Thanks to him, Inoue of our team has been unable to calm down, clamoring to overtake him, and ran back to practice after the game."

"Why is the senior still here?"

"Huh? Me?" He froze for a moment, then lowered his head with a smile.

My breathing was confused for a moment - I don't know if it was an illusion, and his smile was a bit sad.

"I'm a little hesitant." He leaned against the railing in the auditorium. "After watching this game, I was thinking, basketball or something, is it really that good to be strong? If a team has someone When he has grown to the level of Aomine-kun, where should he go next? Thinking about the similar situation of our team's Inoue, I even...thought that it would be good to curb his growth..."

"This kind of thing shouldn't be said by the captain, let alone the opponent's manager."

"Yes."

The latter answer was not from me. I was taken aback by the suddenness of the voice, and I turned around suddenly: "Mr. Heizi...why are you here? How about everyone? Isn't there a reporter interviewing him?"

"Well, but the reporters forgot about me."

"Uh... sorry, I didn't mean to ask that."

"It's okay, compared to these Baishi classmates, everyone has already gone back."

"……Eh?"

"Akashi-kun told the reporters that if you restrain yourself today, tomorrow's performance will be ten times as exciting as today."

Kuroko's calm narration made me instantly recall Akashi's expression when he spoke. Before he could sigh, Sato laughed out loud.

"Hahaha! It's really that person's way of speaking!"

——No, don’t you feel provoked when you hear such words in person, Sato-senpai?

"I understand what that person means. Please tell me, Heizi-kun, Uesaki will never lose to Teiko in tomorrow's match."

"It's the same on our side. Last winter's debt must be repaid." Heizi bowed his head politely.

"There is also Shiraishi-san, Akashi-kun asked me to tell you, if you don't go back, go play shogi with him all night tonight."

"What, what?" Obviously they didn't wait for me!

I hurriedly bowed to Senior Sato and said goodbye, I turned my head and was about to run out: "Mr. Heizi too, hurry up..."

boom -

A white light pierced the somewhat dark sky, and the thunder was deafening. When I walked to the door, I realized that it was already pouring rain outside.

"Student Baishi, here is the umbrella." One hand stuffed the handle of the umbrella into my hand, and only then did I notice that Heizi was holding the umbrella in his hand.

"That's why I came back. Let's go together, Shiraishi-san."

There was no emotion in his voice, but his hand was unusually warm, but for some reason I felt a little sad.

"En." I nodded, just as I took a step, my wrist was pulled.

"I'm... a little scared today." Heizi stopped me, and slowly lowered his head, "Today, when Lord Qingfeng said that I don't need my cooperation, I was a little scared."

"Afraid...afraid? Why..."

I suddenly covered my mouth, and half of the sentence I asked was stuck back.

Heizi raised his head, his blue pupils, which had always been calm, told me he was serious.

Sad, sad eyes.

He was asking me what to do if I was no longer needed.

It suddenly occurred to me that when I met the Heizi before Aomine, the Heizi who had been training hard but with no results, the Heizi who had finally found his place in the team, once such a Heizi was abandoned, then he...

"No, Qingfeng-kun hasn't been with you all the time..."

Unable to speak complete sentences again, I couldn't help but secretly scolded myself for being an idiot.

Isn't it today?

Qingfeng, he rejected Heizi's cooperation with him.

The sound of the rain was getting louder and louder, the thunder continued, and the sound of someone's footsteps in the torrential rain clattered in the water, and then they approached little by little.

"Zhe, Shiraishi! What are you doing?!"

A shadow suddenly blocked in front of us. Although the dark-skinned boy was holding an umbrella, his shoes were already wet from running too fast.

"... Qingfeng... Jun?"

"Why are you in a daze? Hurry up and leave! There's no way to stop a taxi under such heavy rain. Akashi called his family's special car, and now I'm waiting for you two!"

Qingfeng babbled anxiously, then gave Heizi a push: "Hurry up and go, why are you so dazed about the competition tomorrow? And you, Baishi, hurry up and hold an umbrella!"

"Ah, oh."

The sound of heavy rain slapping on the surface of the umbrella made me feel relaxed for some reason.

After following Qingfeng not far away, several familiar figures were under the canopy in front of us. Seeing us, the pink-haired girl waved excitedly.

Inexplicable, I kind of want to laugh.

—Really, what am I thinking?

——Tomorrow's game, you can't work hard.

Akashi didn't say anything, Kise greeted us back and forth, Murasakihara poured out the potato chips and gave each of us a piece...

Many years have passed, and many memories have faded little by little, but only this small episode of this day, I can even remember the details clearly.

Even I don't understand the reason, but at that time, I was really happy and couldn't be happier.

The author has something to say: In this chapter, Shiraishi's mood after many years is interspersed with his mood at that time. He was very happy to win at that time, but the miracles go farther and farther. She, Heizi and Momoi have a kind of The feeling of being left behind, although I am happy for them, this feeling has already appeared vaguely.Because this article is written from the perspective of Shiraishi recalling the events of the year many years later, it will be somewhat complicated when writing about her feelings

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62 is scared

On the day before the final, the weather in Kyoto rarely changed.The sudden heavy rain completely negated the 5% precipitation rate in yesterday's weather forecast. From the evening back until late at night, the sound of the pattering rain did not stop.Through the window, the rainwater dripping from the eaves hits the window sill one after another. The heat of the day is dissipated, bringing cold humidity, and even the tatami is a bit cold.

The final match was scheduled for the afternoon of the second day. That night, Akashi did not add any training content, and arranged for everyone to rest after dinner.The huge front hall was vacated, and I had obviously disliked them for being too noisy before, but now I am the only one left, and I feel a little lonely.

Fast-forward, rewind, replay... Pressing these keys repeatedly with my fingers, the picture in the video is so familiar that I can't be more familiar with it. Who scored how many points at what time and who completed a beautiful block can remember clearly.

His fingers couldn't help covering another video tape next to him. The content in it was very short, only 5 minutes - the last 5 minutes of Daiki Aomine in the semifinals.

Aomine's breakthrough exceeded everyone's expectations. The supervisor said that Aomine who can achieve this level does not need to worry about anything. Akashi said that the tactics of the last game should be modified as much as possible to rely on Aomine's strength. He appeared on the stage but lost the opportunity to show off... Everyone said that Qingfeng had made a breakthrough, and Qingfeng was worthy of being Diguang's trump card.

In this way... can you really ignore everything?

What if Qingfeng can't use his strength in tomorrow's game?What if Uezaki breaks through suddenly during the race?If anyone is hurt...

Ahhh, damn it, why am I thinking so much nonsense?It's okay to trust them... right?

There is only one purpose, and only one wish. This time, I want to send them to the top.

In the thick stack of materials in my hand, each sheet has Momoi's detailed annotations, and on the back of the paper is the tactical analysis that I smeared to the point that it couldn't be more messy.

All the possibilities were analyzed, all the situations were considered, and the amount of thinking in one night exceeded that of every day before, and I didn't feel relieved until every sheet of paper was full.

It's only one step away, it's only one step away, at this point, is it easier to think wildly?