It's been a long time......

The short words tell the persistence of the teenager all along. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

This is an opportunity, and Yukimura cares about it. From the very beginning of the proposal to join the house, he was ready to fight her, so he stopped her suddenly, not for anything else, just to know who was strong and who was weak. He was unexpectedly obsessed with victory.

No one spoke, no one continued, just silence.

Silence, hovering between the two, the wind was still flowing, and the smell of the forest was getting stronger and stronger, filling the whole heaven and earth......

"Meow~"

"Karubin, where are you going? If the teenager comes home ......"

The raunchy Minamijiro ran after the raccoon cat to the depths of the forest, and when he saw the clearing in front of him, he paused, stopped his words, and his eyes fell on the two people in the clearing.

Familiar eyebrows, familiar momentum, and flaming fighting spirit are burning.

It's those two kids!

Minamijiro's expression was straight, and he stood quietly under the tree, and the taste gradually faded from the corners of his mouth. Karubin was left unmoved by his legs.

No one knew what these two people were doing here at this moment, but he clearly saw the rackets in their hands and the small ball in Yukimura's hand.

"Race?" Nanjiro's hands moved slightly, wrapped around his chest, his eyes touched the girl's indifferent and almost casual face, and the corners of his mouth hooked, "Hey~This little ghost...... "It's arrogant~."

She is the one he is most optimistic about, not one of them, even surpassing Ryoma, Tezuka, and Yukimura......

It's just that it's too deep to see her bottom line.

The boy was also the most powerful, the Son of God, who was favored by Heaven, but he still did not forget to sharpen his conduct. And under the soft appearance, it is a rebellious temperament, and once it breaks out, it will be unstoppable.

There was no wind at the moment, only a heavy breath in the air, which suppressed everything for a while, and even the leaves stopped falling.

Sand~

Footsteps sounded, and the two of them stepped forward in unison, their eyes hot and steady.

The girl's attitude was calm, and the shadow hanging from the brim of her hat shrouded her whole body in a layer of foggy black.

The teenager on the opposite side gave her an extremely aggressive aura, somewhat dangerous, seducing her most bloodthirsty violence. Restrain the riot in the blood, try to control the emotions and calm down, and make yourself a different person, a quiet and calm person.

Then, with a calm mind, he looked at the person opposite, Yukimura, a child of God, a bright-like being, receiving the blessings of ten thousand people and giving hope to the common people. Born in the dark, she seems to be a little annoying, especially those compassionate eyes......

Stroking the tennis ball, feeling the slightly rough touch.

Yukimura turned his head and looked at the girl opposite, silent......

She was calm, as usual. It seems that this expression has been like this since the first meeting, and it has never changed, cold, indifferent, and there is not even a trace of fluctuation.

"Ho~" let out a sigh of relief, Yukimura closed his eyes, sure enough, he still didn't like her, it seemed that the seeds of rejection had been planted when he saw her three years ago, and he hated her sense of distance that was so arrogant that no one could get close.

Some people are born to exclude each other, without any reason. Yukimura felt that he and her might be such people, by the way, and Shiraishi and ...... Tokugawa.

Looking at the tennis ball in his hand, Yukimura's expression was dark.

He was the Son of God and never allowed himself to fail. Two years ago, he lost to Echizen (Ryoma) due to his physical weakness, and the moment the tennis ball hit the ground, he heard the sound of the whole world collapsing.

It was the last thing he wanted to think about, that lost past, only associated with pain. Even if the gears of time are always spinning, and the past is passing little by little, the black history of that stroke cannot be erased no matter what.

And today......

"Edogawa," he raised his eyes, gently tucked his eyelids, and did not deliberately restrain his momentum, and the fierce qi spread all around his body, translucent wrapping his body, "This game will be dominated by me." ”

The warm tone is endlessly domineering. The restrained momentum of the teenager was finally fully displayed at this moment, as sharp as a knife.

The girl's dark red eyes were as calm as water, without waves, and the sound of the wind matched the starting point of her heartbeat, infecting her indifferent words: "Don't let me down." ”

The indifferent voice, the confident arrogance, has never been restrained because the other party is Yukimura, with the sharp qi spreading, silently, slowly, to all the places to press the past.

Hum -

The collision of momentum exploded in an instant, and the aftermath scattered, like a loud sound of swords and axes, constantly echoing in the sky.

The wind, like a silent hand, pushes the two people who are different to fight.

Burst~

Burst~

A tennis ball that bounces back and forth between the boy's hand and the ground. Touch the surface of the ball and watch it bounce, then lean back with five fingers.

Looking at his movements, Nanjiro's face gradually became serious. Although the two children are not very old, he does not think that these two children are just a simple competition.

Hum -

The ball, which was thrown into the air,

The light figure is more beautiful than ever.

Edogawa ......

This life......

The yellow-green reflection swirled in the pupils, the tips of the purple hair floated slowly, and Yukimura stepped back with his right foot, and his pupils froze and his shoulders trembled.

I'm never going to lose twice!!!

Bang -

With a bang, the tennis ball flashed like light, and the sharp qi cut through the space, as sharp as a knife, and first the monstrous waves roared and pounced, as if to flatten the opponent entirely!

Strong ball, strong power, strong qi!

However, under such an effect, tennis seems to have changed nothing other than being faster.

A bland volley, a bland swing, a bland ball path......

However, there seems to be a fundamental difference.

What is being nurtured and what is dying......

Can't see through, enigmatic balls.

Bland, but with a sharp illusion.

Such a simple ball made her feel constrained.

It is worthy of Yukimura, a man who is known as the son of God.

Smack-

However, Sakuraichi still swings the racket neatly, without the slightest drag, not even superfluous movements, simple and powerful.

The tennis ball returned the same way in an instant, and the ordinary posture was surprising.

Nanjiro narrowed his eyes, his eyes were quite deep, and the ball played by the two was too simple, like a novice who had just started. But he would never think so, to the point where he saw the subtleties and saw the depth that others could not understand.

Perhaps, it is not necessary that he can see her strength.

Smack-

Swing the racket again, an ordinary hanging high ball.

Such a ball can even be easily fought back by Momojo.

But if you look closely, it has a thin layer of gas, like a film covering it, and you can't see it at all if you don't look carefully.

Sakura's eyebrows are slightly raised, and Yukimura's attack gives her a feeling of danger and boredom.

That kind of simple swing, simple shot, seems to ......

There are all kinds of subtle traces lurking, like something is accumulating.