[Kuroko's Basketball] Our age

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"Xiaobai, I'm going to have a look at Qingfeng-kun...Zhe-jun, please go and take a look!"

Momoi had never seen such an impatient person before, she had pushed through the crowd and rushed out when she left her words.

——It’s really impossible.

——If you are worried, I am the same.

I left the auditorium in the opposite direction to Momoi, walked around the crowd and walked out through the door that Kuroko had just left.

This direction is relatively remote, and almost no one walks around, so without much effort, I saw a young man squatting under a sycamore tree, leaning on the tree. He vomited heavily, his body was exhausted, and the tears in the corners of his eyes were unknown because of physical pain. or because...

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"...Mr. Heizi."

I wasn't sure if the boy would like to see me at this time, so I hesitated and called out the boy's name.

"Uh, Shiraishi-san... I'm sorry."

Heizi wiped the dirt around his mouth vigorously with a tissue, and paused before saying a single word.

--sorry.

——Why are you sorry?

- This... is not what I want to hear.

"Let's not worry about this for now, is Heizi-kun better?"

Unscrewing the bottle cap of the mineral water I just bought, I handed the bottle over: "Drink some water. How did you make it like this? Why didn't Akashi-kun and the supervisor let you leave?"

"No, I asked for it." Heizi took a few sips of water and said the answer that surprised me, "I asked for Akashi-kun, please let me beat me until I can't hold it anymore."

"You...how are you...are you a fool?! Why do you keep fighting!"

"It's okay, it's just an ordinary summer heat, and it's too much for me."

"Too much... what do you mean?"

"Sure enough, I'm too presumptuous. I thought it was nothing to do with just three days of training, but it really is..."

……

I bite my lip.

I have already guessed what is going on.

No one would be reconciled to seeing Qingfeng like that, let alone his partner, Heizi.

From the very beginning, Heizi said that he was afraid, afraid that he would be left behind by Qingfeng, afraid that Qingfeng, who was getting stronger and stronger, no longer needed his cooperation.

Three days, these three days, what have you done?You guys, what happened?

"I'm sorry, ahem..." Heizi coughed intermittently, and then said another sentence of apology, "I'm sorry..."

"Don't say sorry, why should Mr. Heizi say sorry?"

"It's a matter of course. Hasn't it always been like this? Those who can bring victory are valuable, and those who lag behind must apologize."

"But Mr. Heizi also brought us victory, didn't he?"

"Those are all in the past!" Heizi spoke in such a loud voice which was rare, and I was momentarily stunned.

The current Heizi is not capable enough to cooperate with Qingfeng. As long as this fact does not change, everything I say will be in vain.

"Hey, Shiraishi-san, do you know? Sometimes I hate myself, I hate myself if it's not a shadow...but then think about it, if it's not even a shadow, what is my basketball?"

Heizi stared at his hands, those white but somewhat rough hands, where the basketball had left obvious marks: "What is the basketball I played with these two hands, the time I stayed by everyone's side as a shadow... how long is there left?" how long?"

I stopped talking and let Heizi mutter to himself.

It is said that when the sun shines directly on the equator, people there have no shadows.

The stronger the light, the denser the shadow, but under a certain level of light, there is no shadow at all.

Shadow, shadow... Shadows on the field, shadows off the field, how long can our shadows survive under the light?

Time passed by every minute, and even though we knew it was the start of the second half, Heizi and I still didn't move.The weather was scorching hot, and the plane trees we were leaning against were surprisingly quiet, with no wind stirring the branches, and no one bothering us.

I don't know how long it took, the phone rang suddenly, and I took it out to check the time, only to realize that I had been sitting here for more than half an hour.

The caller was Momoi.

"Xiaobai? Where are you now?"

"Outside, with Heizi-kun. Did you find Aomine-kun just now? The third quarter is almost over, right? Heizi-kun doesn't seem to be able to play for the time being, how is the replacement going?" Although there is obviously no need to worry about the game What, I still habitually regard myself as a manager and ask about the game.

"Akashi-kun has appeared, but Aomine-kun..." The girl suddenly stopped, her voice sounded a little sad.

"What happened to Qingfeng-kun?"

"No, it's okay, Aomine-kun didn't appear in the second half." Momoi deliberately covered it up, but she changed the topic before I asked anything, "I basically watched the third quarter, Xiaobai, Xiaozi, he, he... "

"what happened?"

"I don't think I was mistaken, he just... seems to be in the same situation as Aomine-kun."

"The same situation? What do you mean? Are you saying..."

The gate of memory is opened, and certain pictures are crowded in one after another. A black-skinned boy is active in it, and he confronts a white boy. Predictive shooting patterns...everything is improving little by little.

After Aomine, is it Murasakihara?

No, it's not an accident. His physical fitness is superior to that of ordinary people, and he perfectly understands the talent of basketball. If he pushed the door open, it is completely reasonable.

He should be happy for him, a boy who likes basketball and has excellent talent can make such a breakthrough, this is something that should be happy.If this continues, there is no need to worry about Diguang's victory anymore.

That's... all right?

"...I see. I'm sorry, Momoi-san, but Kuroko-kun is not feeling well. I probably need to take care of him. You don't have to wait for me if you haven't returned after the competition."

I tried my best to maintain calm and greeted Momoi, I hung up the phone and went back to Heizi: "Mr. Heizi hasn't recovered yet, it's too hot here, why don't you go to the infirmary to rest?"

Helping up the boy who was a little tired, he and I walked to the gymnasium step by step. No one passed by on this road, and no one would pay attention to us.

I still haven’t told Heizi what Momoi said on the phone. When I heard something like that, I should have smiled and congratulated me, but I still couldn’t say “That’s great”, and I couldn’t believe what I heard. Heizi was really happy from the bottom of his heart.

People are changing, but naive we always want to hide in the illusion, coquettishly expecting that everything around us will always be as beautiful as it was at the beginning.

Settling Heizi took longer than expected.It was only after I sent him to the doctor that I found out what he had been doing these days. During the short-term sleepover, the training content that was already extremely heavy was doubled by himself. He was not physically very strong. Type, such unscientific over-training made his body even more unsightly, and his body was already out of order by the end of the sleepover.

Accompany Heizi to listen to the doctor's scolding, and when I leave him to rest in the infirmary, the game is over.Back to the venue along the corridor, the audience has dispersed, only the numbers on the scoreboard are still there.

129-131, East Japan representative won.The score difference is not too big. It not only showed a perfect commercial performance, but also won the victory. Presumably, it was the result of a compromise between Akashi and the organizer.

I don't know if Momoi is still waiting for me, thinking about this, I circled around the auditorium, but I didn't find her and went to a more remote direction of the exit.

Then, around the corner, I heard it.

"What do you want to say?" It was Akashi's voice.

"No need to pretend, I can tell from experience."

I didn’t know the owner of the other voice. I turned my head cautiously, and a black-haired boy was facing me—the hair was slightly long and messy, and he was wearing the sportswear of the representative of West Japan.

I recognize him as one of the "five generals without a crown", Shibuchi Reo.

"Although the performances of Aomine Daiki and Murasakihara Atsushi are outstanding, Midorima Shintaro and Kise Ryota are still satisfactory, but what I care about most is you, Akashi, although you are hiding, you can really do it Bar?"

"Oh? What do you mean?"

"Don't fool me. My father is considered an old coach. I have learned a lot from him. Even though I can't do it myself, I can still see it. Have you made a breakthrough?"

breakthrough?Could it be that……

"Oh, forget it, I didn't intend to hide it on purpose, it's just that there is no need for everyone to see it in this game." Akashi chuckled, "Our guys are not just this level, Dahui, Atsushi, Ryota, and Shintaro, they will all have this step sooner or later, this is my goal, these people should stand at the top."

"Ah, ah, it seems that I feel good, you are really a dangerous guy. But forget it, I will give you some advice, I am at least the third year of junior high school, and I will retire soon, so I have to think about it After high school, you should have received invitations from prestigious schools and had more chances to compete, right? As a senior, I also advise you to think about this, what will happen to you and your teammates in the future?"

"It is said that you are worried about us, why does it sound to me that the focus is on me?"

"Haha, I heard it. Let's be honest, I am more afraid of you than Qingfeng in the competition. You are such a person who can never figure out what's going on. You don't know what you will do next. , to be honest, I never hope to meet you as my opponent."

"Heh, does this count as surrender?"

"Well...whatever you want