Legendary tennis, starting from signing up to talent

Neon, Tokyo.

At this moment.

In a temple that looks relatively simple.

Dong!

Dong!

Dong!

The melodious bells of the early morning echoed rhythmically.

Under the Buddhist bell, a man wearing a black cassock, with a shaggy beard and barefoot was lying leisurely.

He supported his head with his right hand and held a pornographic magazine in his left hand.

A rope was tied to his left foot and connected to the Buddhist bell.

Every time his foot moved, the bell rang.

He looked like an unruly monk.

However, no one would have thought that this man was the once famous samurai Echizen Nanjiro.

It can be seen.

Time is a butcher knife, and every knife cuts at the vital point.

"Ha..."

"It's really boring."

"It's a pity that Ryoma isn't here, otherwise I could have beaten him up."

"I don't know if Ryoma has gone."

It seems that he got up too early and hasn't woken up yet.

Echizen Nanjiro yawned, lay down directly, and covered his face with the magazine.

I don't know if he was taking a nap or being a dirty paper man.

"Forget it, children and grandchildren have their own blessings, don't be a horse or a cow for them!"

"To be honest, this issue of the magazine is of high quality."

After a while.

Echizen Nanjiro took the magazine off his face, and the posture was just like he was going to read it carefully.

And at this time.

Tap tap...

"Uncle!"

"Your phone!"

On the gate of the temple, a beautiful girl with long black straight hair and wearing a beige coat ran in while holding a mobile phone and shouting.

"Nanako."

"I'm here!"

Raising his eyebrows, Echizen Nanjiro scratched his ears and responded.

"Uncle, the mobile phone is not a landline."

"You can't use its original functions if you keep it at home."

"Besides, the abbot of the temple has gone out to practice, and just asked you to take care of it, but not to be a monk here."

With a helpless sigh, Echizen Nanjiro handed the ringing mobile phone in her hand to Echizen Nanjiro.

"Okay, okay, I know."

Echizen Nanjiro sat up slowly.

Looking at the caller's name on the phone, he waved his hand perfunctorily and replied.

"Breakfast will be ready soon, eat later!"

As if thinking of the soup still stewing in the kitchen, Echizen Nanjiro did not continue to preach to the sloppy uncle in front of him who had not shaved for half a month.

Just turned around and walked back.

"Hello, Ryoma."

"Why are you calling me?"

"Did you get scared and not go to see Ryoma?"

Looking at the back of Echizen Nanako who left here in a hurry, Echizen Nanjiro picked up the phone and teased.

"I went to see it."

"But the little one lost, and an Asian kid of the same age won the final championship."

Echizen Ryoma's voice came out slowly from the phone.

No greetings, just get to the point.

The moment the voice fell.

"Oh?"

"Being defeated by a peer?"

"It's really surprising."

"But it seems that you won't call me for this? Is there anything to say?"

Echizen Nanjiro was also slightly startled, as if he was a little surprised by this situation.

But it was only for a moment.

Then he raised his eyebrows and asked.

"Yeah."

"That little Asian brat asked me to tell you something."

"Please don't age too fast. He will beat you before your strength declines."

After a few seconds of silence.

Echizen Ryoma on the other end of the phone took a deep breath and said the words Kitagawa asked him to pass on.

The next moment.

"Hahaha..."

"What a little brat!"

Echizen Nanjiro, who was sitting cross-legged under the bell, laughed out loud.

But the next second, Echizen Ryoma's words made his smile disappear instantly.

"I played four balls with that little Asian brat."

"I didn't catch one of his balls."

For a moment.

Echizen Nanjiro didn't know what to say.

Although Echizen Ryoma was surprised to be defeated, it was just a surprise.

But Echizen Ryoma was not only a few years older than the opponent, but also had grown to the professional level of strength.

In this state, he couldn't catch a ball.

It's really unbelievable!

"Defeat Ryoma, Ryoma is defeated."

"I even asked you to pass a message to me."

"Is this a move to target the Echizen family?"

"What an interesting boy!"

Continue.Nanjiro Echizen stretched his body and said with interest.

"I'm hanging up."

"Wait a minute! You and Ryoma..."

"No, I just watched from a distance. I'm not ready to meet the little one again now."

"That's right. I was just beaten. It's definitely inappropriate for you to show up."

However.

For Nanjiro Echizen's feelings, Ryoma Echizen now has no intention of paying attention.

His only thought is to eat some delicious oranges immediately to ease the frustration in his heart.

"..."

Listening to the beeping sound of the phone being hung up.

Nanjiro Echizen shook his head helplessly.

Put down the phone, look up at the rising sun, and lie back slowly.

Dong...

In an instant.

A bell sound from a headbutt sounded with a sound of pain.

Then it gradually returned to silence.

And at this moment.

Far away on the other side of the ocean, in the free country with a thirteen time difference.

Echizen Ryoma put away his mobile phone, faced the afterglow of the sunset, and picked up the tennis ball embedded in the ground.

Then he strode away from here with a slightly frustrated look on his face.

......

On the other side.

Echizen Ryoma, who looked tired, also got on the plane back to Los Angeles.

Although he had fought continuously today, especially the last game, his physical strength and spirit were almost exhausted.

Now even this flight is six hours.

He didn't feel sleepy at all.

Looking at the earth gradually falling into darkness outside the window, and the lights of thousands of houses.

It seemed to evoke the memory of the falling Mars not long ago.

Unconsciously.

"Kitagawa..."

"I wonder when I can fight you again?"

A murmur came out of his mouth.

Then he fell into silence again.

As he was about to leave the country of freedom, he felt a sense of worry deep in his heart.

He was worried that he might not have the chance to stand on the court with Beichuan again in the future.

He was also worried whether he could defeat a boy as confident as his father at that time.