Seiichi: Please call me God

Today's rain is exceptionally wet.

The pattering spring rain stains the white sandy soil into a kind of tenderness after tears.

Nioh Masaharu held a bouquet of lilies and gently placed them on the white marble tiles.There was no trace of a smile on his solemn face.The neatly combed silver hair is no longer the publicity of the youth.The well-fitting black suit carried the melancholy of thick clouds, which actually overwhelmed the heavy rain clouds above his head.

There was the sound of steady footsteps behind him.

He didn't need to look back to know who it was.

"Hey, partner." The corners of Nioh's stiff mouth barely evoked a slight understatement, but the breathless suffocation could not be relieved by this.

Liu Sheng did not speak.

The high-spirited student council president in his youth has now become an extraditionist who controls life and death under the silver light with white gloves.His purple-blue hair was meticulously combed behind his head, and his gray-blue suit and black tie all revealed unfamiliar details.

The man in front of me...

He is no longer the gentleman on the court Masaharu Nioh knew well.Only those silver eyes that are still clean but reveal a trace of vicissitudes can find a shadow of the past.

But so what?Nioh Masaharu sneered in his heart.

Yagyu Hiroshi is no longer the Yagyu Hiroshi he used to be, but what about Nioh Masaharu?He is no longer a trickster who manipulates success or failure while laughing on the court.

Ten years have erased too many of their memories.

So, even if we met again, we still couldn't find the warmth of the old hug.

Perhaps, everything started with the departure of that person...

It's a pity that with the departure of that person, they can't go back to the past.Those splendid years, those years of innocence.In the eternal pain of heaven and man, forever, always cast a gray hazy shadow.

This is their original sin.

Nioh Masaharu smiled.But that bitter angle could no longer find the ignorant Yu Wen.

Liu Sheng bowed deeply in front of the tombstone, then turned and left without looking back.

He still walked with the steady steps when he came.Let the rain wet his expensive suit, let the rain erase their beautiful memories...

Little by little, he left the world of Masaharu Nioh and never looked back.

"Masaji, Yagyu is gone?" Yukimura Harumi's long black dress was already dripping wet, but she didn't realize it, she just held the cornflower in her hand stubbornly.

"Ah." Nioh withdrew his gaze, and looked down at Harumi Yukimura, who was no longer the girl next door.

"Alright." Harumi Yukimura's eyes became misty, with a mist that Nioh Masaharu couldn't understand, "It's time to go, let's all go."

She knelt down and placed the cornflower in front of the tombstone.

The photo on the tombstone, let the rain wet the young smile little by little.The purple-haired boy with a smile like a flower, palely stuck in the memory of the time.Finally, day by day, the earth is weathered and shattered...

"Brother, this year's cornflowers are blooming. Look, how beautiful..." Harumi Yukimura gently stroked the marble tombstone, like a lover whispering, trying to melt the cold marble with her warm body temperature.

……

The silent rain beat against the ancient Japanese house.

The crystal white jade fell from his hand, hitting the solid wooden board one after another.

"Xianichiro, your mind is disturbed." The old man leaned on a cane and stood on the porch looking at his absent-minded grandson.

"I was slack." Sanada picked up the chess pieces in a hurry, but just dropped the whole basin of chess pieces even more hastily, and they fell to the ground clangingly, interweaving a flustered gala.

The old man shook his head and left.

But his voice drifted far, far away...

"Those who abandon me will not stay on the day of yesterday, and those who disturb my heart will be troubled today."

Sanada, who was kneeling on the ground picking up the chess pieces, was startled.

His arms were shaking violently.

"Whoever abandons me, don't let go of yesterday's day, and whoever messes with my mind, today's day is so worrying." Sanada closed his eyes, "It would be great if all the suffering in the world could be so easily let go."

He sighed softly, and sat blankly on the spot looking at the drops of jade beads falling down the corridor like bead curtains.

"Xianichiro, look at such a beautiful spring rain, it's time for flowers to bloom again!"

The words of the dead are still in my ears.

That voice and smile are like yesterday.

"Yukimura..."

Sanada clenched her heart tightly.The hysterical pain was about to burst through his thin chest, but in the end, it just echoed in his ears and lingered in his mind in vain.

The bone-cutting pain was like a maggot attached to the bone, eating away at his remaining sanity.

"Senichiro, tennis is me, if I don't have tennis, I have nothing..."

"Xianichiro, there is no dead end in Lihai's third consecutive championship..."

"Genichiro, go and end this match..."

"Genichiro..."

"Genichiro..."

"Genichiro..."

The voice calling is still lingering in the ear.

Sanada covered her ears in pain.

I'm sorry, I said I would win to the end without you, I broke my promise; I'm sorry, I said I would live well even in a world without you, I broke my promise.

I owe you so many promises.

But Yukimura, why don't you say it again.

"Xianichiro, you are so courageous!"

Sanada closed his eyes, a tear fell from the corner of his eye...

……

The meticulous rain curtain failed to break through the narrow glass.

It circles and turns.Finally, it fell softly and softly.

Liu sat quietly in the room.

A box full of notes was tightly arranged in front of him.He took out the dusty one at the bottom, and flipped through the yellowed pages, revealing the handwriting of youth at that time.

"September 4 was sunny

The newly joined tennis team is strong.Yukimura Seiichi, the first-year main pick, is a rare and strong player, and deserves attention..."

He stroked the page lightly.The black eyes slowly opened.

"April 4 overcast to cloudy

As I expected, Yukimura Seiichi is rare in terms of strength and character. PS: An opponent with no data at all. "

"On May 5 light rain

Yukimura's data is still unavailable..."

……

He closed the notebook and took out the top copy of the case.

"May 2

What is the world that data cannot reach?Prove it to me, Yukimura. "

……

"May 4

So far Liu Renji has given up collecting all the data of Yukimura Seiichi. "

The trembling handwriting and the spilled ink all clearly showed the ups and downs of the owner's mood at that time.

Liu touched the dried ink stains.

Those scattered ink marks are mixed with whose tears...

When he closed the notebook, a photo quietly slipped out of the notebook.

Liu leaned over to pick it up.

Then gently, place it on a vellum sheet on the table, and turn away.

On the khaki paper, that bright smile shines so brightly.The eight young teenagers embraced shoulder to shoulder, and they cheered happily.The purple-haired boy in the lead, the trophy in his hand is like Apollo's shining crown, so charming.

It's a pity, such a sincere feeling, after all, is still gone...

……

Spring is here in the northern hemisphere, and autumn is here in the southern hemisphere.

Kirihara sat covered in a towel in the pitch-black tunnel.

Kuwahara handed him a bottle of mineral water, and Marui sat beside him.

"Don't worry about me, senior, I will definitely win today." Kirihara's pretending to be easy could not deceive the senior who knew him well.

But knowing this, Marui still smiled happily: "Yes, Akaya will definitely win. You are the ace of Li Hai's second year!"

Such a long-standing title inevitably evokes memories of Kirihara.

"Kirhara, come and claim my throne!"

The words that unexpectedly entered into the mind made Kirihara Chiya take a few breaths to calm down his excited mood.

He covers his eyes.

I don't know why, but my eye sockets are a little sore today.

On the field

The rebellious dark green youth proudly pointed at Kirihara: "Madamadadane."

Kirihara looked back at him coldly, then walked steadily towards the backcourt.

He knew that the current self was not Echizen Ryoma's opponent.But... Kirihara clenched the racket tightly.

He has a reason to win.

On the field ten years ago, he was at this position.

The purple-haired boy became the youngest Australian Open champion in high spirits, holding the Challenger Cup in his hand and smiling so brightly. Ten years later, he will continue to write about his unfinished regrets.

What's more, today is so different.

"Huh, huh..." Kirihara Chiya was panting violently, soaking the court with sweat like rain.But he continued to run as if he was tireless, without giving up a single ball or a single point.

Even if you lose, you can't lose today.

Kirihara Chiya is filled with strength every time he thinks of this.He looked at his opponent, his eyes were full of unyielding belief, he wanted to win this game, right here, today!

finally……

"wonby Akaya, 7-6."

Following the referee's words, Kirihara's exhausted body fell.

He covered his eyes with his right hand, and the violent panting failed to cover up the noisy heartbeat.

The corner of the mouth slightly curved.

Minister, you see, I did it!

He smiled, wantonly.

"Hahaha, haha, haha...ha, haha." But he choked up while laughing, "Haha, ha."

Minister, I'm sorry that it took so long to deliver my birthday present to you, but fortunately there was still time.fine……

The sun must be too harsh today.Kirihara Chi also thought to himself.

If it wasn't because of such a strong light that burned his eyes, why would there be tears pouring out of his eyes?

He closes his eyes.Embarrassed tears stained his cheeks.

……

In the spring 13 years ago, they met in Lihai University.The seven teenagers made an oath to dominate the country.

In the spring of 12 years ago, Akira Kirihara, a rebel who challenged the royal power, also joined Li Haida.

Since then, the team has been invincible.

Ten years ago, in the spring of the Australian Open, Yukimura won his first Grand Slam.

Ten years ago in the summer, the glorious beginning came to an abrupt end...

Now, in the ten years since he was gone, the teenagers are separated from each other and grow up separately.

Ten years later, they were no longer close teammates. They drifted away and got lost in the crowd, unable to hold each other's hand.

Ten years later, they didn't have the courage to meet again at the boy's grave.

Because of the tempering of the years, those youthful memories gradually stagnated in the summer when I was 17 years old.

I really want to go back to the past.

If so, we can fight the whole country together.

Could it be that the regret of the three consecutive hegemony journey can be saved.

Is it, is it... is it that we can still smile so carefree.

At that time, Sanada was still a serious and responsible deputy minister, Liu was still a strict and serious military adviser; at that time, Nioh was still a cynical fraudster, Yagyu was still a meticulous court gentleman; The best partner who is reliable and honest; at that time, Kirihara was still the ace of the little devil who did all kinds of evil.

Most importantly, at that time, Yukimura Seiichi

——You are still the glorious Son of God, looking down upon the world.

It's a pity that God's thin love made you lose the chance to become a god.

Regret has become eternal.The pain is indelible.

Why have the good times of the past turned into the pain of today?Why is it that every memory is accompanied by pain that is synchronized with breathing, so unforgettable.

probably because

——Seiichi, in a world without you, even smiling becomes a luxury.