[Internet King Doujin] Returning Genius Shusuke

"The first singles match of the national competition finals starts now, Yukimura Seichi will face off against Echizen Ryoma."

"You just recovered from a serious illness, right? Don't force yourself too much!" When the two sides shook hands, Echizen maintained the usual arrogant style and made provocative words to gain the upper hand.

Yukimura took a look at it for a while: "You have a good look." Before going on the field, Fuji specially told him not to underestimate the enemy, but he wanted to see how powerful the supernova who defeated Sanada was.

When Echizen Ryoma was proud of knocking off Yukimura's jacket with a cool swipe, Yukimura commented on this dragging opponent-"children's trick".

When Echizen Ryoma entered the state of selflessness, Yukimura's evaluation-"It's a bit interesting".

When Echizen Ryoma reached the limit of his comprehension, Yukimura's evaluation - "some strength".

Hmph, the moves are extravagant, the light can yell, I overestimate you!Plunge me into the abyss of fear!Yukimura's extinction of five senses came to the world again after a year.

"Why? I have deprived him of his five senses. Under such circumstances, no one would want to play tennis anymore. This Echizen Ryoma is still... he is really dangerous!" Yukimura turned his head to look at Fuji on the coach's bench. He watched him calmly, showing no anxiety.Yes, Echizen, who had entered the ultimate realm of seamlessness, rushed to catch up and completely suppressed him.The form shifted and he couldn't see the tennis ball.

"0:15"

"0:30"

"0:40"

"This game is better than before, 1-4"

"What exactly happened?"

"This game is better than before, 2-4"

"Calm down, there is no tennis in the world that you can't go back to!"

"This game is better than before, 3-4"

"Where did the ball... go?"

"This game is better than before, 4-4"

"Am I going to lose? Are you kidding me? We have no flaws in Lihaida's three-in-a-row battle, and the king will never allow failure!" Yukimura tried to restore the decline, like an eagle whose wings were wet by the rainstorm, struggling more and more on the muddy ground. Unable to take off.

"This game is better than before, 5-4"

"History is about to be rewritten, and Qingxue will end the three consecutive hegemony of King Lihaida!!!"

The stadium was full of boiling noises, and the momentum was falling towards Qingxue. Most of the defeated schools hoped that Echizen Ryoma would defeat the Son of God, and pull Lihaida down from the position of king. Naturally, they would be on the same side as Qingxue.

The people in Lihai were gloomy, and no one dared to disturb Xingcun with his eyes closed during the short rest time.It was the first time that someone won 5 games in a row in the hands of the Son of God. It was unprecedented and earth-shattering. Does it mean that the era of Li Haida has come to an end?Everyone dared not speak nonsense, so they folded their hands together and prayed for a miracle to come.

"Hey, Seichi, why do you play tennis?"

Yukimura stopped wiping his sweat, turned his head and gave the questioner a puzzled look, waiting for the latter's next words.

Fuji leaned back slightly, looked up across the top of the bowl at the clear blue sky.

"I, unlike you, can't be obsessed with winning or losing. Why did I learn tennis and why didn't I give up? I struggled for a long time and couldn't find the answer. One year I simply stopped tennis and went to learn judo and piano. I thought I would stop playing tennis. It was tantamount to giving up, but I was wrong, the agitation and satisfaction that poured into my heart when I held the racket again, I realized that that kind of answer did not exist at all." Fuji bowed his head and said to Yukimura: "Seiichi, put aside the three consecutive battles, Recall the feeling of holding the racket for the first time and hitting the ball for the first time, that is the key to winning. Hee hee, as an on-court coach, my only advice to you, come on, minister~”

the first time……

On the way to school, there is a small path leading to the playground of the middle school next door. There is a big tennis court there. Big brothers are often practicing. A small yellow ball is flying around, and people are running around. He doesn’t understand. This kind of simple sparring, making oneself covered in sweat, is not an artistic competitive sport, what is the fun in the end?Out of curiosity, he often went to observe after school.

One day, the atmosphere of playing was different. The two players suddenly became excited, their movements were swift and swift, their serve was powerful, and their faces were filled with joy.This kind of exuberance and endless enjoyment made him pay more attention to this strange sport.

An enthusiastic middle school student invited him to play together, and it was the first time he touched the round ball.It's hard, sticky, and uncomfortable to the touch.He threw the ball to the ground, caught it, threw it again, repeated several times, and it seemed to be easier.I simply learned the racket grip and tried to fight with that enthusiastic classmate. With a shoulder move and a wave of the hand, the ball passed by. The racket in my hand trembled slightly, broke the silence, and shouted "One more ball".As if the seal of imprisonment had been released, he hit more and more smoothly, and he had never felt so relaxed in his body. "Are you happy?" the person opposite asked him, what did he answer?

Later, he received formal tennis training, and his parents, coaches, contemporaries, and opponents praised or envied his tennis talent.

A group of people with similar behaviors and motivations, the relentless attention from the outside world divides them into good and bad, and the winners trample on and laugh at the losers.Seeing his opponent crying bitterly because of losing the game, bowing down and apologizing to teammates and coaches, he felt disgusted spontaneously.

Compared with a sense of superiority, victory is more like a whip to him, reminding him that he must never be reduced to the kind of lowly person who nods and bows, and is not allowed to be trampled on the soles of his feet by others.Over time, he stubbornly pursues victory and does not allow failure.

On the day he was diagnosed with an incurable disease, the world turned black and white, and he was one step away from despair for the first time.Pretending to be strong, he concealed his illness from his teammates, and put down the sharp sword in his hand as a king, which was his last belief.

If a person who falls into the bottomless abyss still has a little will to survive, if you throw him a rope, he will definitely hold on to it, even if there is a beast with a bloody mouth tied to the other end of the rope.Buer is the one who threw the rope, pulling him and modifying his established ending.

One year of treatment is very long, and he was transferred back to Tokyo Hospital from abroad. Every weekend, Mr. Fuji took Atobe to chat with him about the affairs of the team, and brought greetings and gifts from his teammates.How could he not pay attention, but he rarely mentioned himself in the thousands of words, maybe he was afraid that he would be anxious and hurt himself because of the opponent's progress.

Budu, who is so considerate and has unlimited potential, told him just now that he had shown weakness to tennis. He never expected it, and at the same time vaguely developed a sense of companionship.In the year when Fuji suspended tennis, did he think the same as when he was hospitalized?Unable to be obsessed with winning or losing, the undefeated record breaks through the psychological barrier, what happens to the mood, the answer is definitely not "win"!For him, it was already a failure to compromise and be hospitalized for medical treatment in advance!What is it if it is not "winning"?What exactly is the answer that doesn't exist?The key to winning or losing... the feeling of holding the racket for the first time... my answer at the time...

……happy?

... very happy.

The answer is so simple!

Therefore, even if the little boy on the opposite side is in a desperate situation, he still has an arrogant smile on his face. He knows tennis better than me.

what about me?I am very happy to be reborn from the cocoon, and to be able to complete the great cause of the three consecutive championships with everyone. I want to continue this fetter, so I propose the six consecutive championships.Now, of course to win!Winning the game with everyone is a promise and a belief...Even if you lose, bear the defeat with everyone...ah, it's not bad.

"That's my answer!"

At the end of the Echizen Ryoma match, Yukimura's actions suddenly became swift, tearing up the cheers before the decisive victory with one goal after another.Everything around him was still, the noisy shouts disappeared in his ears, and as far as he looked, there was a void, brilliant light replaced the cold darkness, he couldn't see the opponent, he couldn't see the net, and only the yellow little ones flying from a distance were in his eyes. The ball, the body involuntarily gets active.He explored the realm opposite to the elimination of the five senses.

"From now on, it is the domain of God!"

Flying clothes, wanton swaying sweat, the two people in the battle are fully committed, you draw a picture of a colorful fantasy, singing birds and flowers, singing joyful music.Standing in the middle, the audience, infected by their cheerful atmosphere, spontaneously and rhythmically shouted "fighting Lihai University, fighting Qingxue!"

"Gameandmatchfor Likai Daiyuki Village, 7-6."