Wang Wang's dream color

The night wind whimpered past the cracked casement, and the cold touch made her shiver.

"I am here."

"Everything is ready, just waiting for you to come."

Sakura looked at the moonlight pouring in from the window, and the fingers holding the phone slightly curled up, slowly hanging down, and fell to her side.

The man's mellow voice still remained in her ears, she hooked the corners of her mouth, and smiled inexplicably before her eyes became slightly hot.

Thinking back to these years, she has walked step by step on this road he has laid, thinking that every stumbling step is her own pain and bitterness...

But looking at it now, it is he who has been completely forgotten by himself is the one who takes every step carefully... waiting tormented.

Thoughts wandered, the tip of the nose smelled the scent of flowers blowing into the dark room with the wind, vaguely hazy...

You have paved this smooth road for me, and you have worked hard for many years.

Sakura raised her head and sighed softly, the moonlight fell into her eyes, filled with warmth and coolness.

Just watch me walk through the last paragraph step by step and go to you.

.......

"Meow...meow!"

Pushing open the door and walking into the yard, Echizen heard voices, looked around, and saw Nanjiro lying on the porch, teasing the cat nonchalantly, but the usual lazy smile was missing on his face.

"I'm back."

Nanjiro didn't raise his head, but his voice was a little lower than usual.

"teenager..."

"Ah."

His footsteps stopped, and Echizen stood on the porch, watching half of his father's face disappear in the dim place where the lights and the night meet, and for a moment he couldn't recognize the cheeky smiling face in the past.

"Dad."

Echizen paused, turned the words around a few times and still didn't swallow them back.

"Someone told me that I inherited the momentum from you, and I will awaken one day,"

"...What does your posture look like?"

After hesitating, Echizen still opened his mouth, with genuine curiosity in his eyes.

For so many years, he really didn't discover the so-called transformation potential in the confrontation with Nanjiro.

"Hmph, going out for a trip has gained a lot of knowledge. However,"

Nanjiro raised his eyes, the teasing expression still vaguely on his face.

"The bastard who didn't even fiddle with his own things, is thinking of asking me now?"

"You're still a long way off."

Hearing the taunts in Nanjiro's words, Echigi choked up, but didn't move, and stubbornly looked at his father who was gradually losing his smile.

"Cut...you are getting less and less cute."

Curling his lips, Nanjiro lifted his crooked body, patted the seat beside him, and signaled Echizen to sit down.

"Let's talk about it first, how much do you know now, about the so-called ball potential."

"The potential of the ball is divided into three levels. The first level is the potential. There is a coagulation potential-transformation-swallowing."

Echizen frowned, and repeated the explanation he had heard from others.

"The second level, distraction and alienation, the core of the first level's potential will condense potential energy."

The scene from earlier appeared in front of his eyes, and the fierce fight between the two giant shadows on the stage was still vivid in his memory, and Echizen couldn't help but feel a little dazed.

"Other... I don't know."

"Well...then what's the matter with you."

Nanjiro propped his head, glanced at Echizen who was still absent-minded, and there was no shortage of jokes in his words.

"Go out for a while, and come back in disgrace."

"It's because I can't figure out my own ball power, have you tasted the power of others?"

Feeling stagnant, Echizen subconsciously wanted to refute, but didn't know how to speak for a while.

In the past few days, or during this period of time, he seems to be constantly improving, and he has nothing to say in front of no matter how strong his opponent is.

But on the way of the ball, he had to admit some of his setbacks.

He had a strong feeling that he had already stepped into one foot in that brand-new field, but he couldn't get over the other.

Echizen frowned, lost in thought again, and forgot to answer for a while.

Nanjiro looked at the face of the young man who rarely showed distress and fell into stagnant thinking at this moment, the lazy and narrow smile faded away, and the deep seriousness that had been hiding all along slowly surged in his eyes.

"Come on, let's play with you for a while."

He picked up the wooden paddle leaning against the porch, woke up and still moved forward in a daze.

The two walked to the dimly lit open space in the backyard one after the other.

I don't know if it was the blessing of the night, but Echizen looked at the faintly visible face on the opposite side, and seemed to feel Nanjiro's fierce expression that was different from the past.

The exhaustion and fighting spirit accumulated in the past few days surged up, he clenched his racket tightly, his eyes fixed on the tall figure he had been chasing all along.

Nanjiro stood casually, and before Echizen could see clearly, the racket had been swung...

The slapping sound that lasted for a long time stopped, the night got deeper, and the light became dimmer——

———It seems that it is no different from the countless duels in the past.

Echizen, who was lying on the ground tired, thought in a daze.

I didn't see those weird things, and I didn't feel the emergence of the so-called momentum, but, as always, even deeper... a sense of oppression.

That sense of oppression that was invincible and tempted him to chase after it.

He was panting exhaustedly, but his eyes were brighter than ever.

"Whatever you saw. Ryoma..."

Nanjiro's rare serious tone came from the opposite side, and he looked forward, his breath was stagnant.

"That has nothing to do with you."

An extremely dangerous sense of threat surged into his heart at that moment, and Echizen climbed up in embarrassment while propping himself up. Night Breeze had already flipped his hat over, and he could see his astonished expression at this moment.

"You can call it awakening, but I prefer you call it 'finding'."

Obviously there was nothing, but Echizen looked at the indistinct figure that had been hidden in the darkness, and felt an uncontrollable suffocation in his heart.

From every corner in all directions, in the wind and in the mud... Every moment and every place you perceive is spying and murderous intent...

As if...he was in the middle of the net, anxiously waiting for the only and last fatal move.

nowhere to hide...

Breath...everywhere.

"You have to find out the meaning of your existence on this battlefield."

The sound of "da da" clogs approached unhurriedly, and the oppressive atmosphere forced him to kneel on the ground again, panting short and urgently as if being strangled by the throat.

Echizen's eyes became brighter and brighter, feeling the roaring roar that coexisted with panic in his body, he only felt that there was something... extremely close to him, and he could reach out and touch it.

"There is a letter for you on the table. Remember to read it."

In a trance, the lazy and slow sound of clogs has passed by his side, but the suffocating oppression like the tide that is slowly fading still blurs Echizen's mind that has been exhausted in fatigue.

A sword must be sharpened, and a sharp edge must be sharpened.

It seems that time has come.

The turbulent sea of ​​clouds is like waves, just like the lingering shadows and difficulties ahead.

Nanjiro's cynical expression has long since faded away, and the figure gradually submerged in the darkness has a solemn and profound expression that he hasn't seen for many years...

There was a wind whistling beside him, forming the fighting spirit of a warrior... The fighting spirit of clanging and swinging a knife was turbulent.

At the last moment of hiding in the darkness, he turned his eyes away and looked at the half-moon that was slowly disappearing behind the thick clouds, and his thoughts drifted away for a moment.

Ryoma, you are still far behind.

So it is destined to go through the most tragic battle, draw the sword and bathe in blood.

"This is..."

Returning to the house with a tired body, Echizen looked at the porn magazines that Nanjiro had put on the table, flipped through them with a complicated expression, and took out an opened letter in it.

Ben's still somewhat speechless mind turned into a bit of surprise...and hesitation after reading a few lines.

"U.S. Open...?"

In a daze, the wind chime under the corridor suddenly rang... It seemed to be in response.

After a while, Echizen tightened his fingers holding the letter paper, and the corners of his mouth slowly blossomed into a fighting spirit...

It's... the U.S. Open.

The wind is blowing, the bells are tinkling randomly, everything is in a hurry, as if to push the coming storm to a farther and wider place.

"Brother, what is this?"

Shan Ze lay on Chu Ming's lap, watching him pull up various materials on the computer, and dozens of pictures of tennis players she had heard of or unknown kept flashing.

"And...brother, when did you become the agent of this 'R'?"

She glanced at the envelope that was still on the table beside her, and looked up curiously at the sharp golden eyes hidden behind the lenses.

"What's 'R' again?"

"When did you become a hundred thousand whys?"

Hatsune freed one hand to rub the top of Yamasawa's shaggy hair, with a normal tone, listening carefully but hiding a trace of helpless pampering.

"The competitions in the past few days have been intensive, and I will go to rest after the end."

"...I don't..."

Very quietly, carefully squeezed out a trace of resistance.

Shanze lowered his head, rubbed against Chu Ming's knee with some fear and flattery, full of dependence and reluctance.

"I'm not tired...I want to stay here."

The action of typing on the keyboard paused, and Chu Ming lowered his eyes, only to see a well-behaved fluffy hair rubbing against his lap.

Hearing the pleading and attachment in that soft voice, a smile appeared in his eyes.

Caressing the center of his eyebrows, he pushed away the computer at hand, bent down slightly, and hugged Shan Ze, who was kneeling on the carpet, onto his lap.

"elder brother..."

Surprised by Chu Ming's sudden action, Shan Ze moved his unconsciously shrunken body at a loss, curled his hands on Chu Ming's chest, and did not dare to move rashly.

"Well..."

Looking at those pure, clear and attached eyes like little beasts, Chu Ming couldn't help but soften his heart.

Rubbing Shanze's hair, he moved the computer closer again, and clicked on the information on the screen to open.

"I accepted the invitation of 'R' and took the opportunity of the Japan-US Friendship League and successive matches to discover a 'dream team' belonging to it."

"'Dream Team'?"

Shanze repeated in a daze, his eyes lit up unconsciously.

"Well, this is a team that is growing extremely fast. The arena where 'R' and 'Ghost Skull' compete head-to-head is still the underground black game and the gray area in the professional network."

"Next year will be the black season every five years. No matter which side, it needs to expand its team and strength."

Chuming stopped the huatou, leaving half a sentence in his heart that he didn't mention.

For "Ghost Skull", next year's season is particularly special, and on the contrary, for "R", this is also an important opportunity to attack the opponent.

"Are these people from the team?"

Shanze pointed blankly at the several unfamiliar pictures on the screen in front of her. It can't be said that she didn't feel a little lost in her heart. She also wanted to become stronger and stood by her brother's side harder.

The person in his arms never fortified himself, those eyes completely exposed what was in his heart, Chu Ming looked at Shan Ze's slightly disappointed side face, and couldn't help chuckling.

"Want to participate? Huh?"

"Um..."

Shanze nodded, biting her lip and feeling a little uneasy, she knew she was not strong enough.

"Then work hard."

Hearing the rare leeway in that plain tone, Shanze's eyes lit up all of a sudden, she raised her head, bent her eyes and nodded obediently.

The soft lights light up a moment of peace and joy in the quiet room.

Xu Shi was struck by the star-like light that couldn't be hidden in those slightly blue eyes, Chu Ming took off his glasses, and let out a chuckle.

He lowered his head and gently kissed the corner of the girl's lips, a gentle smile flashed in Zang Jin's eyes.

"good."