Seiichi: Please call me God

Sunday, the final of the U.S. Junior Tennis Open.

Yukimura got up at six in the morning, and after an hour and a half of morning exercise, he packed his backpack and took the subway to the venue.Tokugawa was already waiting for him at the entrance.

"You came early." Yukimura looked at Tokugawa with a smile, "I thought I was already very punctual."

"Ah, it's just a habit." Tokugawa pursed his lips, "But...why did you invite me to watch the final of this youth tennis tournament?"

"I just want to witness it with you." Yukimura's eyes drifted away with the clouds floating in the sky, deep and mysterious, "Witnessing the growth of the little samurai."

Tokugawa couldn't understand Yukimura's smile, nor did he understand his inner monologue:

What will the challenger who pulled me down from the throne look like now?I'm really looking forward to it...

Yukimura and Tokugawa are in the front row with a good view.

Before entering the venue, Yukimura thought carefully about whether he needed to bring popcorn and cola, but looking at the serious Tokugawa beside him, he always felt that it was a challenge for him... After all, tennis games and basketball The atmosphere of a football game is completely different.

As soon as Yukimura and Tokugawa found their seats, the enthusiastic voice of the commentators in the venue was clearly transmitted to every corner of the stadium through the loudspeakers.

"Today is the final of the US Junior Tennis Tennis Championship, ah, to be honest, it was a fierce competition. So let's introduce the players.

First of all, Echizen Ryoma from Japan has won the championship of the Youth Tennis Open for three consecutive times. I don’t know if he can win again this time, let us wait and see..."

Echizen Ryoma, wearing a white ball cap with the word R printed on it, slowly came out of the player tunnel. He was holding a red tennis racket in his hand. The brim of the cap was lowered so that his expression could not be seen clearly. He did not look up until he reached the bottom line of the court At the beginning, he showed a provocative smile, with a pair of blue cat eyes shining brightly: "You still have along way to go"

The brown-haired and brown-eyed American young lady on the opposite side was obviously not good at practicing Qi, and his face turned pale all of a sudden.

Yukimura Seiichi raised the corners of his mouth, tilted his head, and rested his cheek with his left hand.

"It seems..." Is it still that arrogant and arrogant look?

Long time no see, Echizen Ryoma, the conqueror who challenged the royal power——

Hehe, but now, he is just a proud little kid. ——The pillar of Seigaku, it really needs Tezuka's own jj.

"Well, it seems that expectations are too high." Yukimura murmured in a low voice, but Tokugawa beside him couldn't hear clearly.

It's just how sensitive Tokugawa is, and since Yukimura saw the Japanese kid on the field, he looked discouraged, making it a little difficult for him to feel that nothing is wrong.

"Is that the junior you have high hopes for? Although he is a three-time champion, his strength is far inferior to yours." Tokugawa had to admit that he was a little curious. What about mood changes?

"Echizen Ryoma," Yukimura organized the words, "it can be said to be the future successor of the samurai."

"Samurai? You mean...Echizen Nanjiro?" Tokugawa's eyes lit up, but this is a common problem for almost all Japanese children who learn tennis. "He looks about the same age as Echizen Nanjiro's child."

"You can say that." Yukimura smiled.

The dialogue off the court has not ended, but the game on the court has begun.

Echizen Ryoma's first shot was a signature outspin serve, but unfortunately, his opponent obviously couldn't easily cope with this trick. Four outspin serves allowed Echizen Ryoma to easily win a round.

Yukimura sat on the seat, observed carefully, and had to sigh in his heart about Echizen's extraordinary talent. One year later, he could change from the current situation of not comprehending the first level of selflessness to become a strong person who mastered the third level. Evolution The speed is simply astonishingly magical.

He couldn't help stretching out his right hand, with the palm facing up, and then clenched his fist suddenly...

Since the opponent has evolved so fast, there is no other way but to grow faster than him.

Yukimura Seiichi is destined to become the king who sits on the throne and waits for the challenge of the brave.

And the only thing he can do is - not to become a stepping stone for the other party to go higher. (So ​​even though Echizen Ryoma beat Echizen Ryoma 6-0 in the Australian Open, the master is still bitter about not completing the three-game winning streak.)

"This boy is kind of amazing," Tokugawa's voice came from beside him, and Yukimura turned his head in surprise. "I mean the fighting spirit in him."

"Eh?"

"No matter what the situation is, he will never give up and face the difficulties. This is the feeling he gave me." Tokugawa said, "It's just that he hasn't found his own tennis yet."

"It's not far." Yukimura smiled.

Tezuka will soon complete the great task of shaping the pillars of the future Seigaku.

However, this time, Li Haida's three-in-a-row battle has absolutely no dead ends!Neither Qingxue, Bingdi, or Sitianbaosi can stop Lihai from making great progress.

"You have great confidence in him." Tokugawa stated the facts.

"Who knows." Yukimura raised his lips.

After 15 minutes, the game is coming to an end.

Echizen Ryoma defeated the defending champion [-]-[-], and the glory of the quadruple crown added a shining jewel to the crown for this immature prince.

A week later, Echizen Minamijiro and his family returned to Japan to settle down.

The story belonging to Echizen Ryoma begins.

Yukimura bid farewell to Tokugawa Kazuya, moved out of his apartment in the United States, and officially moved into the ward.

Only this time, it's not like Imai Hospital where there is nowhere to escape, it's so suffocating that he has nowhere to escape. Only when he looks at Kanagawa from the rooftop can he get a chance to breathe.

The wards at the New York Institute of Medicine are spacious and warmly furnished.

Yukimura's room was on the first floor, with two floor-to-ceiling windows that opened onto the garden, where he grew cornflowers and green sunflowers.

"You look in good spirits today, young man." James's usual hearty voice added a bit of cheer to the tranquility of the entire ward.

"Well, I slept well last night." Yukimura put down the physical notes in his hand.

"Are you studying hard? Very good." James said, "I guess your grades should be very good."

"Except for chemistry." Yukimura said with a smile, "Because I often went to the hospital since I was a child, and I don't like the smell of chemicals in the hospital, so I can't learn well."

"That's really difficult." James said, "It's not good to be partial."

The corners of Yukimura's eyes were raised slightly, and his eyes suddenly became sharp: "But now I probably won't be biased anymore, I don't allow myself to have blind spots."

"What a domineering declaration." Dr. James clicked his tongue. Are children nowadays so independent and assertive? "Actually, I just came to see if you will get used to it on the first day of hospitalization. You will officially enter the treatment in the afternoon. Be prepared. This is our preliminary treatment plan."

Yukimura took it over, carefully looked at the above treatment plan, and raised his head after a long time: "Is there also acupuncture treatment?"

"Ah." James smiled, "The University of Pennsylvania has done related research before, and the effect is good, so it is added to the treatment plan. This will also be of great benefit to your recovery in the future. It's just that the treatment is a bit scary."

Yukimura naturally does not know what acupuncture is. To be honest, he had a similar idea before, because the conditioning of traditional Chinese medicine is very effective and can also slow down the onset of the disease. Although he is only experiencing symptoms such as arm numbness, it should not be underestimated. .Because he clearly knew how serious his later illness would be.However, Yukimura was already very happy that the onset of mild illness could be delayed for so long through initial drug treatment.

"I have no objection, as long as it can make my body healthy." Yukimura said with a smile, "It's fine even with needles."

"Uh, it's better not to draw conclusions too early." James smiled a little reluctantly, "I was quite frightened when I first saw the treatment by the Chinese medicine doctor. To be honest, I was curious why I saw The needles he got were all so thin, but the ones in his hands were so thick. But you will get used to it.”

Yukimura raised his eyebrows, are you sure this is comforting, doctor.

But it wasn't until Yukimura saw the Chinese medicine practitioner in the afternoon that he really confirmed how terrible the thick needles that Dr. James said were.

The benevolent Chinese old man in front of him looks very kind. He holds a small black wooden box in his hand, and he looks like a fairy.

Yukimura said politely in Chinese: "Hello, doctor."

"Ah, young man is not bad." The old man smiled, "My surname is Li, you can call me Master Li."

"If I didn't get sick, I should have participated in an overseas study trip in China this month, so I learned a little bit of Chinese." Yukimura said.

Master Li's smile disappeared, and then he put down the medicine box, opened the lid, and began to prepare for treatment.

Dr. James stood outside the window and waved to him, making another cheering gesture.

Yukimura smiled back, then unbuttoned the hospital gown and lay down on the bed.

The old man looked at him carefully: "It's too thin and needs to be supplemented with medicinal diet."

"Yes." Yukimura was about to smile gratefully when he saw a "embroidery needle" that was the thickest he had ever seen hitting his shoulder, and the corner of his mouth froze.

"Ah, you don't need to be scared, young man." The old man took the embroidery needle back calmly, and then took out another small bottle in the medicine box, "Okay, now is the official treatment. Close your eyes and treat it as a good sleep." Take a nap."

Yukimura obediently closed his eyes...