Prince of Tennis: I am actually Echizen Nanjiro

Tezuka Kunimitsu came downstairs and everyone looked towards him following the sound.

Takeuchi Junko smiled and said, "Why did you take so long? Did Nanjiro give you a hard time?"

Tezuka Kunimitsu sat down, picked up the still warm teacup, and answered simply: "No. I just talked about some things with Mr. Nanjiro."

He took a sip of tea. The tea was cold, but the fragrance remained.

It was no wonder that Mr. Nanjiro asked him how the tea was while he was drinking it, but he misunderstood.

"It's about tennis."

The atmosphere in the Echizen family was very good. After staying for half a day, Oishi Shuichiro had almost integrated himself into the family. His conversation became more casual: "After all, Mr. Nanjiro is..."

Oishi Shuichiro's words came to an abrupt end before he could even finish his sentence, "professional tennis player."

Because he found that the face of Nanako Echizen in front of him suddenly turned into sadness, while Junko Takeuchi showed a comforting smile and silently comforted her, and Ryoma Echizen's expression also became subtle.

Oishi Shuichiro was stunned, he knew he must have said something wrong.

"It's not your fault, Oishi. It's just..." Takeuchi Junko calmed down, "Nanjiro...can't play tennis for a while because of some special reasons."

She didn't want to say it at first, but then she thought about the fact that the three boys in her family all played tennis at Seigaku, and that Nanjiro himself also graduated from Seigaku, so maybe there was still unfinished fate between him and Seigaku.

It's better to tell them in advance myself than for Nanjiro to tell them the truth in person later.

"How could it be?" Oishi Shuichiro couldn't believe it.

Nanako Echizen frowned and said, "Since the car accident, uncle has never touched tennis again."

In the afternoon of the regional qualifiers.

"This child is exactly like his father."

Ryuzaki Sumire sighed as she looked at Echizen Ryoma in the game.

Kikumaru Eiji asked curiously, "What kind of player is Minamijiro-san on the court?"

"That guy doesn't have the word patience in his dictionary. He just keeps attacking."

Kikumaru Eiji couldn't believe it: "But Mr. Nanjiro doesn't look like that kind of person. I thought he would be similar to Fuji's style."

Fuji Shusuke was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't expect the topic to be about himself, but he soon returned to his original state. Only Tezuka Kunimitsu noticed his subtle changes, but didn't care too much.

Ryuzaki Sumire fell into reminiscence of the past: "It was simply perfect. His natural sense of the ball, coupled with his speed and strength, and most importantly, his absorption ability that surpassed that of ordinary people."

"Mr. Nanjiro is so amazing!" exclaimed Oishi Shuichiro.

"Yeah, I thought he was a genius that only appears once every ten years, no, maybe even longer. However, Echizen Nanjiro is a monster that far exceeded my imagination."

"Did Mr. Nanjiro invent the two-sword fighting style himself?"

Tezuka Kunimitsu remembered the man's smiling face and the gentleness between his eyebrows when he lowered his head. He really couldn't combine him with the character described by Coach Ryuzaki.

"Yes, not only did he overcome his backhand, which he was not good at, but his skills also improved. This is how a truly top-notch player overcomes obstacles. Ryoma's father is such a person."

Nanjiro Echizen. He is a genius, a monster, and a top-notch professional tennis player.

At that time, he was invincible and it was difficult to find a loser. There was no one who could compete with him.

It seemed that nothing could stop him except himself.

He has climbed to the highest peak and still is not satisfied.

Unconsciously, his tennis world has become completely different from everyone else's.

That is an immeasurable height.

Or rather, it was a new height that was daunting to everyone except him.

He possessed extraordinary talent and made it blossom on the world stage, and naturally reaped huge success.

Tezuka Kunimitsu thought that such a person must be extremely proud and powerful.

But, what kind of person has he seen so far?

An adult who doesn't look like an adult.

I am very afraid of pain, don’t like going to the hospital, and when I’m sad I will cry like a baby. I am very delicate and get angry easily but also easy to coax. I love desserts and my smile can melt people’s hearts.

It was totally inconsistent with the image of a strong tennis player that he had seen and imagined.

Kunimitsu Tezuka remembered that from the first time he saw Mr. Nanjiro, he had never associated him with the identity of a tennis player.

His existence was only formed for me after the first sight.

However, Kunimitsu Tezuka never thought of exploring or approaching his glorious and successful past.

Those who go can not be remonstrated, and those who come can still be chased.

He just wanted to seize the moment.

But Mr. Nanjiro can't play tennis anymore.

Although Mr. Nanjiro appears to be nonchalant and positive on the surface, what is he really thinking in his heart?

Kunimitsu Tezuka knew very well that if this happened to anyone who loved tennis or played tennis, it would be a precise, fatal, and incurable blow, a devastating disaster.

Including himself.

Takeuchi Junko noticed his concern: "Don't worry, he will be fine."

Then she pretended to complain, "He's already this old, and not only does he need other people to take care of him, but he also makes people worry about him all the time. How can I help him?"

"By the way, Ryoma, don't forget to bring ice cream for Nanjiro tomorrow."

The cat prince made a "tsk" sound, as if expressing his displeasure, but he did not refuse.

"Aunt, you are the one who dotes on uncle the most, right?" Echizen Nanako joked.

"Really?" Lunzi pretended to be surprised, then said calmly, "What can we do? After all, we can't just ignore him."

"Tezuka thinks so too." She looked at Tezuka with a faint smile on her face.

Tezuka Kunimitsu met her gaze, and for a moment he felt that she seemed to have seen something.

Fortunately, she did not continue to pay attention to herself, but pushed a plate of snacks to Oishi Shuichiro and urged him to eat more.

Not long after, the two stood up and said goodbye.

On the way back, Oishi Shuichiro was still lamenting what happened to Echizen Nanjiro.

"I think Mr. Nanjiro will definitely recover. Didn't Mrs. Echizen also say that Mr. Nanjiro has always had good luck?"

Tezuka Kunimitsu did not respond to his words.

He didn't think that man was very lucky. Otherwise, why would he always get hurt?

When he found that he had fallen asleep in his arms, Kunimitsu Tezuka was unable to control the expansion of his inner desire and kissed him on the forehead.

She put him on the bed, covered him with the quilt, and then carefully wiped the tears from his face.

Like him so much.

I really want to cherish him.

Kissing him once wasn't enough, I wanted to kiss him again.

Such a good person is naturally liked by everyone.

But in the end, Kunimitsu Tezuka just stroked his hair, closed the door and left.

Because Kunimitsu Tezuka has always been a taciturn person, Shuichiro Oishi did not think his attitude was abnormal.

"Tezuka, I actually don't think you need to worry too much about Echizen."

"I heard from Mrs. Echizen that Mr. Nanjiro has found an excellent tennis coach for Echizen."

Shuichiro Oishi understood Tezuka's expectations for Echizen, but he could not ignore Tezuka's hand injury.

"Tezuka, when Mr. Nanjiro was in an unfortunate car accident, you told us to trust Echizen. So we chose to believe, and Echizen did not make us worry."

"So Tezuka, can you try to believe in Echizen like we did back then? Even without your sacrifice, he can still achieve your expectations, and we can keep winning."

"If the price of victory is your arm, Tezuka, it would be too heavy."

Oishi Shuichiro spoke out what was in his mind, even though he knew it might be of no use and Tezuka might make another appointment with Echizen to compete later. But as Tezuka insisted, he could not give up his position.

Tezuka Kunimitsu still did not show any special emotions. After listening to Oishi Shuichiro's words, he just said lightly: "Go back, Oishi."

Shuichiro Oishi had no idea what Tezuka was thinking, but he had done everything he could, so he stopped trying to persuade him.

He has always understood that his character is soft and he is not as decisive as Tezuka.

Perhaps it would be better if he was as unaware of Tezuka's injury as everyone else.

However, he thought of the responsibilities and pressure that Tezuka had always been under as the captain of the tennis club, and he suddenly felt mixed emotions.

If even he himself didn't know, Tezuka would probably be alone at this time.

Later, Oishi Shuichiro laughed out loud, perhaps because he was thinking of something else.

Noticing the look Tezuka Kunimitsu was giving him, he replied, "Because Tezuka, you usually have strict requirements on everyone and everything, whether in public or private. But watching how you interacted with Mr. Nanjiro today, I always felt that your attitude towards Mr. Nanjiro was very different, as if you could be more compromising with him."

He even felt that when facing Mr. Nanjiro, Tezuka did not take the dominant position as he usually did when communicating with others, and his sharp and oppressive temperament was much softer.

Hideichiro Oishi thought that maybe he was thinking too much.

Perhaps it was only because of Mr. Nanjiro's injury that Tezuka was more or less soft-hearted.

However, what still puzzled Oishi Shuichiro was when did the relationship between Tezuka and Mr. Nanjiro become so good? Could it be that they had known each other for a long time?

He looked at Tezuka but didn't ask any more questions out of politeness.

So this question is destined to have no answer.

Echizen Nanjiro was sitting on an open lawn, eating a large piece of light green.

Nice refreshing sweetness.

The strange thing is that even though he was eating the whole time, the amount in his hand didn't get smaller and it always remained the same size.

Is there really something in the world that you can't finish eating? It's amazing.

He was very happy, but his happiness didn't last long.

Because he is the only one here.

The sweetness cannot be transmitted from the mouth to the heart.

I don't know when, there was suddenly another person around me.

Echizen Nanjiro looked to the side and his eyes lit up instantly.

I really want to talk to him, but I'm afraid that my voice will be too loud or my actions will be rude, which will make him unhappy.

I quietly moved towards him and got closer to him.

"Um, are you here to see me?"

Echizen Nanjiro handed the food in his hand to him, not thinking that it would be wrong to give it to others since he had already eaten it. He just simply wanted to share the things he liked with others.

The man hesitated for a while, but still took it. However, he didn't eat it, as if he was just holding it for him.

But Echizen Nanjiro was very happy, at least the other party did not reject his goodwill.

The other person's face was a little blurry and hard to see clearly, but Echizen Nanjiro knew that he must be very handsome.

He asked cautiously, "Can we be friends?"

He liked the person who appeared beside him very much, inexplicably, for some reason.

After hearing his words, the other party seemed to reveal a very faint smile and reached out to touch his head.

After being touched by that person, Echizen Nanjiro felt the long-lost warmth.

This means consent, right?

His heart was relieved and Echizen Nanjiro happily hugged the person next to him.

She wasn't surprised by his sudden action.

The other person let him hold it, holding it steadily in his hand and handing it to him considerately.

Echizen Nanjiro took a big bite. It was so sweet.

but……

Doesn’t the other person like sweet things?

He looked up at the other person, his eyes full of curiosity.

The man seemed to understand what he meant, but still did not speak.

But he picked it up and took a bite, indicating that he didn't hate it.

Why don't you speak? Echizen Nanjiro was a little confused.

At this moment a breeze blew by, and the small flowers on the grass bloomed, drawing all his attention to them.

Red, blue, white...

There are all kinds of colors, too many to count, and Echizen Nanjiro is a little distressed.

He simply stopped looking and just hugged the person next to him tightly.

"I know who you are..." he whispered to himself, "I know, you are..."

At this time, the mist covering the man's face began to dissipate as he spoke.

Just when Echizen Nanjiro was about to see his face clearly, he heard calls from afar...

"Dad, wake up, it's time for dinner."

Echizen Nanjiro slowly opened his eyes, and after a brief moment of confusion, he regained clarity, which was completely different from his previous lazy look when he had to be called for a long time before waking up.

Echizen Ryoma couldn't help but frown. Didn't he always keep on doing it for a while in the past no matter how much he shouted? Has he changed his nature now?

After a fleeting dream, what is left is a feeling of loss and depression.

Although I knew clearly who that person was in the dream, after waking up, everything was gone without a trace. That person might have been just a fantasy of mine.

Echizen Nanjiro took a deep breath and nodded: "Got it."

Then he stretched out his hand out habitually, waiting for Echizen Ryoma to hold his hand.

Echizen Ryoma's frown deepened.

I thought, aren’t you awake already? Why do you still want me to take you away?

Only when his eyes fell on the white gauze on his leg did he understand.

I almost forgot that stupid dad was injured.

I had to hold him up carefully.

Seriously, that stupid dad is more delicate than a crystal doll.

Just now.

I won't bother with this stupid dad until his injury heals.

Echizen Ryoma emphasized this in his mind with confidence.