Tsuka Fuji Ten Years After The Prince of Tennis

"Mr. Fuji, are you watching a tennis match again?" The assistant opened the door of the office, and saw his boss sitting at the desk as always, watching the revolving TV in front of him very seriously.The screen is showing the scene of the Japanese player Tezuka Kunimitsu of the Barry Savage Club winning the Wimbledon Championship.

"Yeah." The person sitting behind the desk has clean and gentle eyes, and a very elegant appearance. The hands on the table are white, slender, well-proportioned and graceful. Even if they stand still there, people can feel the elegance in them ,noble.

"Mister seems to have been paying attention to this Tezuka player who went out of our country." The assistant was secretly fascinated by the people on the screen and in front of the screen for a while, and said with a smile,

"Well, this person hasn't changed at all for so many years. He is always so serious and serious. He finally reached the top of Wimbledon. I'm so happy for him." Mr. Fuji said with a gentle smile,

"Hey, does Mr. Fuji know this tennis star?" the assistant asked in surprise,

"Well, we used to be very good friends!" Mr. Fuji nodded with a smile,

"Really? I heard that Mr. Tezuka will return to China soon to participate in the celebration party of his alma mater, Qinggaku. The city of Tokyo will hold a special welcome party for him, and celebrities will be invited to participate. Our club has also received invitations." Letter, Mr. Fuji, do you want to go?" The assistant flipped through the documents in his hand, raised one of the envelopes with cherry blossoms, and said with a smile.

"Hey, is that right? Then tell the organizer for me, and I will definitely attend on time." Mr. Fuji's eyes lit up, and he looked over and said.

"Okay, sir, I'll go and confirm your VIP position with the organizer right away. After confirming, I'll order a flight ticket for you to return home. I heard that Mr. Atobe from the Atobe Foundation will also be there. I remember you I knew Mr. Atobe before, do I need to arrange you and Mr. Atobe together?"

"Uh, it's fine, I'm fine." Mr. Fuji replied with a gentle smile,

"Okay, I'll go and arrange it right now, and I'll report to you when it's done." The assistant put the documents he had sorted out on the side of the desk, pushed open the door and backed out.

The last game Tezuka Kunimitsu won at Wimbledon was replaying repeatedly on the TV screen, but the person sitting in front of the desk had walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows facing the street at some point.

Looking down from the sixteenth floor, everything looks so small.In the space opposite to the same floor height, there is nothing but various reinforced concrete office buildings.

But for some reason, the person standing quietly in front of the window in a foreign country could faintly smell the fragrance of cherry blossoms when they are in full bloom.

A shot that is always true to facts, a tennis that is always born for victory.

Ten years have passed in a flash, and everything about my youth is really nostalgic.