[Kuroko's Basketball] Our age

A person with excellent strength, even if he graduated from Diguang, he would have no problem.

But why, you didn't come with Xiaobai this year?

April 7

From Momoi May:

There are still two days until the finals. So far, Diguang has won by two or three times the difference. It seems that there is nothing to worry about in the finals.

This year's All-China League is scheduled to be held in Tokyo. In the past two years, we all complained that when it was held in Tokyo, we would not have to travel so far and so hard. This year it finally came true, but it didn't feel real.And after finally competing in Tokyo, Xiaobai, you are no longer in Tokyo, what a pity.

Now, are you coming to the final?I measured my height a few days ago, and it has grown to 161. The guy who has always said that he will break through 160 and surpass me, what does he look like now?Just for that, come see me... come see us.

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Unconsciously opening the phone and closing it again, the light on the screen flickered a little dazzlingly, and the emails that had been left for so long and had not been deleted were left just like that, and so much had been saved before I knew it.

It has been more than half a year since I came to Shizuoka, and I have already adapted to the life here.I don’t know when my height has grown to 159, but my hair has been cut short; although the uniforms of the new school are not as good-looking as Diguang’s, I don’t take it seriously for a long time; It was already a little faster than here, and it was easy for me to adapt; I would occasionally play a game of shogi with my grandfather. After the NBA entered the playoffs, I occasionally watched live broadcasts on weekends as before.Before I knew it, the Tokyo I had lived in for many years faded in my mind, and I felt less and less real.

It was from cold winter to warm spring to midsummer again, when I put away the parasols and let the sun burn my body fiercely, I realized——

Ah, it's that time again.

There are two more days, right?

Really... long time no see.

On the day of the finals, I set foot on the Shinkansen to Tokyo.

The summer in that city has not changed, the asphalt road scorched by the sun is steaming, pedestrians are hurrying to get out of this unbearable heat as soon as possible.

However, those people I don't know have no idea what kind of changes they have experienced, just as they don't know why I came to Tokyo.

As the flow of people walked into the Tokyo Gymnasium, I could see the teenagers standing in the center of the arena at a glance—they were much taller than when I first met them, and their strength was not the same as in the beginning. The level of victory, I don't need to prepare various tactics with all kinds of worries.

I haven't seen them for more than half a year, and their strength has risen to another level. After half the game, the applause from the audience has hardly stopped, all because of them.Although the opponent is a strong player who has gone through many tests and squeezed into the finals, he looks so powerless in front of them. I don't know when that look appeared again—that kind of... giving up look.

At the end of the first half, the point difference had been widened by nearly 30 points.

As a result, you can tell without guessing. I stood up and pushed through the crowd, and walked straight out of the gymnasium without anyone noticing, let alone letting them see.

Sitting on the hot bench, I drank the orange juice I just bought in mouthfuls. The sour drink chilled my throat, trying to help me drive away the heat.

Then, I saw a teenager running towards me.

He is still the same, with a thin body and an expressionless face, so low in presence that he seems to disappear as long as I look away.

"Long time no see, Shiraishi-san."

"...Long time no see, Mr. Heizi." When I raised my head to respond to him, I saw strands of sweat slipping down his neck.

"The game is not over yet, is it okay to just come out like this?"

"I don't need to play in the second half, and if it's them, they don't need to worry about losing. Compared with these, I still think it's more important to meet Shiraishi, who I haven't seen for a long time."

I shrugged helplessly: "I thought I had hidden enough."

"Student Baishi, don't forget, my hobby is to observe human beings." Heizi tilted his head slightly, as if thinking of something, his lips moved, he hesitated before speaking, "Everyone, remember what happened to Baishi."

"Eh?"

"On Shiraishi's birthday, the shoebox was full of unsigned gifts, and I didn't know who took them away until graduation."

A drop of sweat slid from my forehead.

Heizi's voice didn't stop: "And I think I probably know who it is."

It was like knocking over a seasoning jar, and my heart was full of mixed feelings. In that era, all kinds of trivial things were poured out because of a young man's words.

I slowly lowered my head, and the fragments of the past, the days spent together, and the words I said flowed out bit by bit.

"At that time, I still ran away. I ran away without being able to do anything. Compared with Heizijun who persisted all the time, I was really inferior." I wanted to cry and laugh, and my eyes began to sore, "But ah, until now I My wish has not changed, even if we can't be together in the future, it doesn't matter, I just hope that everyone can play basketball with a smile."

The hot and dry air circulated around, people came and went, but the sound seemed to be cut off.

Then, a hand was placed on mine.

I can feel a thin layer of calluses on the palm of my hand, which is not very strong. When I raise my head, the owner of this hand has a generous smile, and there is a kind of power that I can't help but be convinced.

"In this case, Baishi's wish will be fulfilled by me." The boy's voice was firm and abnormal, "I have already figured out what kind of path I want to take in the future. After this game, I will quit the basketball club and then , I want to use my basketball to defeat the generation of miracles. I hope to realize Shiraishi’s wish and see everyone playing basketball with a smile, because this is also my wish.”

Heizi's tone was so firm, it shouldn't be convincing given his frail body, but for some reason it gave me the power to believe it.

Change is always there. After seeing the changes of so many people, I realized that only Heizi, some things he has, have not changed since the beginning.

"Then please, Mr. Heizi, please make my wish come true." I stood up and bowed heavily to Heizi, tears streaming down my face.

I know, I know that Heizi can do it, but why can't I stop crying?

It must be because I am still reluctant, reluctant to part with this beautiful and dazzling era, and these people I met in this wonderful era.

But people are moving forward, no one can stay with you for a lifetime, there will always be a fork in the road leading to the front.At a time like this, there is only one thing I can say——

"Goodbye." I lowered my head again and turned towards the gymnasium. "Goodbye, Seijuro, Shintaro, Daiki, Atsushi, Ryota, May...and Tetsuya."

No one responded to me, and it was impossible for those people to hear my voice. I could only hear the breathing of the boy next to me.

"Goodbye, Mitsuyo." He said, "Also, we will meet again."

On that day, I still didn't go to watch the game, but completed a farewell ceremony with only two people.

But what Heizi said gave me the strength to keep moving forward when I was still at a loss about the future.

On the way out of the gym, I passed a basketball court in a small park.The not-so-big field was empty, only a tall boy with fiery red hair was practicing.

Dribbling, changing hands, imagining passing, and finally a two-handed slam dunk, full of texture, shaking the not-so-strong basketball hoop twice, I seemed to see a manic beast by illusion.

Heizi's words echoed in my ears again, making me laugh out loud.

——Our future still has infinite hope, right?

75 ending

"Huh—finally finished writing."

In the afternoon, the sun is warm and smoky.In an empty study room at the University of Tokyo, Mitsuyo Shiraishi rubbed his sore neck and closed the computer on the table.

Three or four years have passed since that time, and the former girl has shed her childishness and transformed into a mature woman, but the expression that would not change much even if Mount Tai collapsed in front of her eyes still remained.

Although such a memoir-like work is plain, it took a lot of energy. Baishi stretched himself and was about to close his eyes and rest, but suddenly heard a rustling sound behind him.

"Ah, really, is that what I look like in Xiao Baishi's eyes?"

"What is it, little Heizi, you specially called me here just to see this..."

"Hmph, the story is completely distorted."

"Tsk, so many words... Baishi is really good."

—Wait, did I not notice these people just now? !

Although Shiraishi seemed to be run over by thousands of mud horses in his heart, he still stubbornly maintained his superficial calm and turned his head. As expected, the people behind were the protagonists in the work she had just completed.

"You..." She gritted her teeth a bit, "When were you here?"

"Wow, little Baishi is going to be angry!"

"Where is it... It seems that Xiaobai bought me a delicious stick for the first time?"

"I didn't come to see you on purpose, I was just passing by."

"Hey, I will entrust you with my next thesis!"

The last red-haired boy just smiled without saying a word, but seeing his strange-colored pupils, Shiraishi immediately swallowed all his complaints, and when he looked back, he finally saw the shadow-like sunspot huddled in the corner.

Holding a cup of vanilla milkshake, Heizi looked up at Baishi with an expression that was still out of the situation: "Student Baishi, what's wrong?"

"I seem to have discovered the truth, Mr. Heizi."

Baishi raised his eyebrows and pointed at Heizi