[Kuroko's Basketball Fire Black] Light and Dream Flight

Muji's face was painted, and blood dripped from his forehead.He stood up slowly, facing the deliberately provocative opponent, his face covered with frost, and he stretched out his arms to protect the four teammates behind him.

At the beginning, Reiko brought new members to see him, and told him "As long as you are added, it will be the strongest lineup in Seirin's history". Do something.

"If they are about to be discouraged, I will be their pillar; if someone wants to hurt them, I will be their shield; no matter when and where, I will protect everyone in Seirin with my body without hesitation. That's why I came back."

When Ziyuan looked back and saw this scene, he felt as if he had seen it somewhere before, and the pictures buried in the deepest part of his memory rushed out.He remembered - when he was in the God Realm, the God of Light protected his people in the same way, even at the cost of his life.Pure white feathers covered every inch of the Land of Light, and each white feather contained a warm light.

His fingers gripped the railing, his fingertips trembling unconsciously.The former God of Thunder recalled the feeling of tearing off those wings with his own hands.However, at this time, there was no joy of victory in his heart, only an endless emptiness.

At that time, he didn't understand why he hated the God of Light so much, but now he finally understood.It's not so much hostility as it is what you can't ask for: the peace of mind of having a reliable protector behind you.

Obedient to the Emperor of Heaven, but he thinks he is not his opponent, and recognizing the strength of the king is not loyal; and the Emperor of Heaven seems to regard him as his right-hand man, but in fact he regards him as a useful killing machine. , and no trust at all.

I have been in the God Realm for so long, and I have never tasted warmth. Only at this moment, only the will of this mortal in front of me moved the ruthless god.

On the court, Muji was knocked to the ground again, his wounds all over his body were hurting, and he had reached the limit of endurance.He wiped off the cold sweat on his forehead, gritted his teeth, and tried his best to maintain a calm expression, not wanting to worry his teammates.

Suddenly, a voice appeared in my mind. "If you can still stand up, I will accept you as my opponent. Others are not worthy of my efforts."

There was a sense of indifference in that voice, with a three-point natural hostility, a familiar tone, and an unfamiliar tone.He thought he was hallucinating, and reflexively looked towards the auditorium.

The day before, Muji learned from Heizi that he and his ex-teammates had a small gathering, and several "generations of miracles", including Murasakihara, would come to watch the match.However, he didn't look for where the opponent was sitting before the game, and he always felt that doing that seemed too deliberate.

At this time, his physical strength was exhausted, his vision was a little blurred, and the stands were so far away that he couldn't see people clearly.But without knowing why, Muji inexplicably felt the sight from Murasakihara, as if a great comfort in a desperate situation, which instantly lifted his spirit.

That person still recognized his efforts.Although there is an insurmountable distance between geniuses and mortals, they still resonate.

one more time……

There is no God of Victory in the world. Victory needs to be won by oneself, and everyone is the same.

After the final whistle, Muji sat under the basketball hoop, and his teammates rushed to him, pressing him down like an arhat.

"Wow... so strict... Although the fight was not very good, at least we won, right?"

"Severe? Isn't it to celebrate qualifying for the Winter Cup?"

"You crushed me into a big pie, isn't that considered punishment?"

"Hahaha……"

The young Seirin will not let down this hard-won moment, nor will he let down anyone who loves it.

In the lounge, Muji quietly asked Heizi, "Heizi, are you going to a party later?"

Heizi nodded, "Yes. It's a very good mood to be able to go with the good news of victory."

"Yeah, today can be considered my lucky day." Muji scratched his head and showed a characteristic smile, "Um...can you tell me Ziyuan's email address?"

Not long after Ziyuan left the gymnasium, he felt the phone vibrating in the large chest pocket of his overalls.I took it out and saw that it was an unfamiliar sending address, and the full text of the message was only a short sentence——

Thank you for coming to the game. I hope to meet Yangquan at the Winter Cup as soon as possible.Muji Teping.

Ziyuan stuffed the phone back, "Ah... so troublesome..."

Himuro asked, "Is it the message from Mr. Heizi and the others?"

Ziyuan pouted, "It's that person."

The ice room smiled, "I see, that's great. Don's heart must have been well conveyed. Don't you want to give him some reply?"

"Too lazy to go back..."

"Dun, this is basic courtesy. Otherwise, you can dictate and I will type for you."

"Hmm..." Zi Yuan struggled back and forth in his heart. It's strange to say that in the dormitory, Xiao Shi would help this group and that, and he would accept the other party's kindness with peace of mind. Only this matter, he always felt that he didn't want Xiao Shi to do it for him. .

"Dun?"

"Forget it, I'll just go back later..."

During the next day's training break, Muji told Heizi, "Yesterday, Ziyuan only replied 'oh' to me. Alas, in his eyes, I am nothing."

He took out his phone, and there was really only one dry word on the screen, without even punctuation marks, and it was sent at 10:30 in the evening, probably before going to bed.

But Heizi was obviously shocked by this word. He carefully checked the spelling of the email address sent by Muji, and confirmed that it was Mr. Murasakihara, so he looked up at Muji, "Senior Muji, I want to say sorry."

"Ah, what?"

"Actually, I gave you Ziyuan-kun's email address yesterday because I knew he would not reply. When I was in Teiguang, I could only contact Ziyuan-kun by phone. If you send a message, it will never come to fruition. None of us even know what he is. Do you have the habit of checking your mailbox?"

Muji was amazed, "So that's how it is."

Heizi commented, "It seems that Senior Muji already has a lot of weight in Zi Yuan-kun's heart."

"real?!"

Vulcan listened to the side and interjected, "Isn't it, Ziyuan that guy is so lazy?" He was about to mention the glorious record of the God of Thunder in the God Realm before, and suddenly thought that Senior Muji didn't know the relationship between himself and Ziyuan. Because of their identities, the two of them only met once in the last street basketball game in the world, so we can't say that they missed it.So he changed his words forcibly, "Well, although I don't like to send messages, if someone has something to tell me, I will reply as soon as possible."

Heizi turned his head and smiled at him, "Of course Vulcan-kun is different from Ziyuan-kun, Vulcan-kun is the hardest working person I have ever met."

"Is there? It's okay!" Vulcan is now more or less used to Heizi's straightforward and almost exaggerated way of complimenting him. Although he is still a little embarrassed to hear him praise himself in public, he is very happy in his heart.

Muji strongly agreed, "Heizi is right. On and off the court, Vulcan has been working hard all the time, that's why he has improved so fast." As he spoke, he happily patted Vulcan's head back and forth like a basketball.

The people around also gathered around and praised Vulcan one after another, "As an ace, I am not proud and complacent at all, I still train seriously with everyone."

"Vulcan is so nice."

"Vulcan himself is not proud, we can be proud of him!"

"Correct!"

In this way, the topic center inexplicably shifted from Muji and Murasakihara to Vulcan.Vulcan thought in a daze, compared to Muji-senpai's "rough award method" and everyone's "closed eyes and blind boasting method", it is better to choose Heizi's "shame and praise method"...