The Prince of Tennis - I'm Echizen Ryoma

The author has something to say:

The narrator of this chapter is Tezuka.

"Mr. Ryuzaki, please let me compete with Echizen." My steady voice sounded in the quiet air of the staff room illuminated by the setting sun.

"The big competition is coming soon. At the critical moment, is it okay for you to do this? Tezuka." Mr. Ryuzaki stood up.

"No problem, no one knows myself better than I do." Yes.I slowly clenched my left hand.

"I have to find a reasonable reason to explain this, what should I do?" Mr. Ryuzaki turned and looked out the window.

"Why..."

Images flashed through my mind like a revolving lantern.

on the subway.The skinny boy with a red face squeezed into a corner, and his situation are in great contrast to those eyes.It is completely different from the hustle and bustle in the car, as if out of the dust.

Inside the school tennis court.The clothes were grabbed by the chest and lifted off the ground, but the boy's expression seemed to have nothing to do with him.

Xiyuan Temple had a rare dignified face. "Tezuka, don't think you won. You should be able to detect that he doesn't like tennis, or even hate tennis. Tennis is just a pedal for him to reach a certain goal."

Ryuzaki-sensei's smile. "This kid always reminds me of his father——Echizen Nanjiro, that strange man who was famous all over the world and was called 'Samurai' in professional tennis."

A corner of the pitch.The Horio trio's whispered discussion. "Although Mr. Longma is studying and training like us, it always feels like he is living in another world."

Yes, he always seems to live elsewhere.Someone once said that he is very similar to you.But I understand that the difference between me and him is as clear as white and black.He never really cared about anything he did except one thing.

Because he is competing with an extremely powerful opponent every day, so that other practices and competitions are as ridiculous as family wine to him.Of course, he hid it well.

The only time he got serious was probably the last 10 minutes of Fudo Mine Fukaji. In 10 minutes, he completely defeated a powerful opponent, and it was with an injured monocular.In that game, blood soaked the gauze wrapped in his left eye, which almost made me think that the previous conclusions were wrong.

However, after the game, he said to me: "It's a pity, but this time you won't have the chance to perform on the court." For a moment, his arrogant smile in the eyes of others made my heart twitch one time.he knows!Then, an inexplicable anger arose in my heart - he was always playing tennis for others!

At the celebration banquet after the regional competition, among the lively crowd, his suddenly empty and lonely eyes reminded me of the legendary bamboo princess who was about to fly to the moon for no reason.

"There's a reason," I said.

"I'm all ears." Ryuzaki-sensei turned to look at me.

"Echizen's current style of play is completely a copy of Echizen Minamijiro. If this continues, he will be nothing but a copy." I plausibly said.

"He wants to defeat Echizen Nanjiro, isn't that determination enough?"

"Not enough. What he needs now is to improve his own abilities."

"You're going to sacrifice your own arm for this?"

"Nothing. Don't worry."

"Why are you so reckless? Tezuka. It's not like you at all!" Mr. Ryuzaki sighed, "The Tokyo Metropolitan Competition is about to begin."

"That's why. It's important to Echizen." With that, I nodded and turned around, leaving the staff room.

The next thing I have to do is to slap this half-dream half-awake elf with a slap, hold down his wings that want to fly away, and force him to open his eyes and face the world in front of him.In this world - there is him, and there is me.