The night breeze whined through the open window, and the cool touch made her shiver. "I'm right here." "Everything is ready, just waiting for you to come." Sakurano looked at the moonlight pouring in from the window, and the fingers holding the phone curled up slightly, slowly hanging down, and landed at her side.

The man's low voice still lingered in her ears, and she hooked the corners of her mouth and laughed innocritically before her eyes were slightly hot. Thinking about it, over the years, she has walked step by step on this road he has paved, thinking that every stumble is her own pain and sorrow...... But looking at it now, he was completely left behind by himself, and he was careful every step of the way...... It's a painful wait. His mind flickered, and the tip of his nose smelled the fragrance of flowers in the dim room with the wind, and it was hazy......

You have paved this smooth road for me, and you have worked hard for many years. Sakurano raised her head and sighed softly, her eyes falling into the moonlight, full of warmth. It's up to me to walk through this last section step by step and get to you.

...... "Meow...... Meow! "Pushing the door and walking into the courtyard, Echizen heard a voice, followed it, and sure enough, he saw Minamijiro lying under the porch, teasing the cat without a match, and his face was missing the usual lazy smile." I'm back. Minamijiro didn't look up, but his voice was a little lower than usual. Teen ......"

"Hmm." After a pause, Echizen stood under the porch, looking at half of his father's face hidden in the dim place where the light and the night intersected, and for a moment he couldn't make out the hippie smile of the past. "Dad." Echizen paused, and the words turned around a few times but still didn't swallow them back. "Someone told me that I inherited the power from you and will awaken one day,"

“…… What does your potential look like? Hesitating, Echizen opened his mouth anyway, and there was real curiosity in his eyes. For so many years, he really didn't find the so-called transformation potential in the fight with Nanjiro.

"Hmph, a trip out has gained a lot of knowledge. However, Minamijiro raised his eyes, and his face was still vaguely teasing. "The bastard who didn't even make up his own stuff is thinking about asking me now?" "You're not far from it." Listening to the ridicule in and out of Nanjiro's words, he choked in front of him, but he didn't move, and stubbornly looked at his father who gradually lost his smile.

"Cut...... You're getting less and less lovable. Pouting, Minamijiro propped up his crooked body, patted the position next to him, and motioned for Echizen to sit down. Let's talk about how much you know about the so-called ball momentum. "There are three levels of ball potential, the first level is potential, there is condensation-transformation-devouring." Echizen frowned and repeated the instructions he had heard from others. "The second level, distraction alienation, the core of the first level of potential will condense the potential element." The scene from earlier appeared in front of him, and the fierce battle between the two giant shadows on the stage was still vivid, and Echizen couldn't help but be in a trance. "Other...... I don't know. ”

"Hmm...... So what's going on with you? Minamijiro propped his head and glanced at Echizen, who was still a little absent-minded, and there was no shortage of jokes between his words. I went out and ran back in disgrace. "Why can't you get your own ball and taste the power of others?"

His heart was stagnant, and Echizen subconsciously wanted to refute, but he didn't know how to speak for a while. In the past few days, or during this time, he seems to be constantly improving, and there is nothing to say in front of any strong opponent. But on the way to the ball, he couldn't help but admit that he had some frustrations. He had a strong feeling that he had stepped into one foot in that brand-new realm, but the other could not be crossed. Echizen frowned, fell into thought again, and forgot to answer for a while.

Nanjiro looked at the young face that rarely showed distress and fell into a stagnant thought at this moment, the lazy smile faded, and the deep solemnity that had been hidden slowly welled up in his eyes. "Come on, I'll play with you for a while." He lifted the wooden paddle leaning against the side of the porch and woke up Echizen, who was still stunned. The two walked one after the other to the dimly lit clearing in the backyard.

I don't know if it's the blessing of the night, Echizen looked at the faintly visible face on the opposite side, and seemed to feel Nanjiro's fierce expression that was different from the past. The exhaustion and fighting spirit accumulated in the past few days came together, and he clenched his racket, his eyes fixed on the tall figure he had been chasing. Minamijiro stood casually, and before Echizen could see clearly, the shot was swung out......

The long-lasting swing stopped, the night deepened, and the light became dimmer———————— as if it had been the same as the countless duels that had preceded it. Echizen, who was tired of lying on the ground, was in a trance. I didn't see those strange things, and I didn't feel any so-called momentum, but as always, even deeper...... A sense of oppression. The sense of oppression that was invincible and tempted him to chase after him. He gasped tiredly, but his eyes shone brighter than ever.

"It doesn't matter what you see. Ryoma ......" Nanjiro's rare serious tone came from the other side, and Echizen looked at it, and his breath was stagnant. "That's none of your business." The sense of extreme danger of threat came to his heart at that moment, and Echizen braced his body and got up in embarrassment, and the night wind had already lifted his hat, and his stunned expression was clear at this moment.

"You can call it an awakening, but I prefer you to call it 'finding.'" Obviously, there was nothing, but Echizen looked at the hazy figure that had disappeared in the darkness, and his heart swelled with a feeling of suffocation that he couldn't restrain himself. From all corners of the world, in the mud in the wind...... Every moment and every place of perception is a snooping and killing machine...... Seems...... He was in the middle of the net, waiting for the only and final moment of fatal killing. Nowhere to hide...... Breath...... Everywhere.

"You have to find the meaning of your existence on this battlefield." The clogs of "Da Da" approached unhurriedly, and the pressure of the oppressive breath forced him to kneel on the ground again, gasping for breath as short and rapid as if he had been choked by the throat. Echizen's eyes became brighter and brighter, and he felt the roar and panic that burned in his body, and he only felt something...... Something so close to him that he could reach out.

"There's a letter for you on the table. Remember to check it out. In a trance, the slow sound of clogs had passed by his side, but the suffocating oppression of the tide that slowly faded was still blurred by Echizen's tired thoughts.

The sword must be sharpened, and the blade must be sharpened. It seems that this time has come. The surging and tumbling sea of clouds is like waves, just like the long and difficult road ahead. Nanjiro's cynical expression has long faded, and the figure that gradually disappeared into the darkness was enveloped in a solemn and profound way that had not been seen for many years...... The wind howled beside him and became the spirit of a samurai...... Condensed the battle intent of Zheng Zheng and wielded the knife.

In the last moments of darkness, he looked away at the half-round moonlight that slowly disappeared behind the heavy clouds, and his thoughts drifted for a moment. Ryoma, you're still far away. So it is destined to go through the most tragic battles and draw swords and blood.

"This is ......" dragged his tired body back into the room, Echizen looked at the pornographic magazine that Nanjiro had placed on the table, flipped through it with a complicated expression, and took out a letter that had been opened in one of them. Ben's still somewhat speechless mind turned into a little surprised after reading a few lines...... with hesitation. "...... the U.S. Open?" In a daze, the wind chimes under the corridor suddenly rang...... It seems to be in harmony. In the middle of the night, Echizen tightened his fingers and pinched the letterhead, and the corners of his mouth slowly bloomed with the fighting spirit of the battle...... Be...... The U.S. Open.

The wind was blowing, the bells were tinkling, and everything was hurrying, as if to push the coming storm farther and wider. "Brother, what is this?" Yamazawa leaned on Hatsuna's lap and watched him pull up various materials on the computer, dozens of pictures of tennis players she had heard of or unknown kept flashing. "And ...... Brother, when did you become the agent of this 'R'? She glanced at the envelope that was still on the table beside her, and looked up curiously at the sharp eyes hidden behind the lenses. What is 'R'? ”

"When did you become a hundred thousand why?" Hatsunaya rubbed the top of Yamazawa's fluffy hair with a free hand, still in an ordinary tone, but there was a trace of helpless pampering when he listened carefully. "It's been a busy few days, so I'm going to have a good rest when it's over."

“…… I don't ......" whispered, carefully squeezing out a hint of resistance. Shan Ze lowered his head, and rubbed his knees on the first name with some fear and flattery, full of dependence and reluctance. "I'm not tired...... I want to stay here. ”

The action of tapping on the keyboard paused, and Hatsunama lowered his eyes, only to see a well-behaved and flattering top of fluffy hair rubbing around his legs. He listened to the supplication and attachment in that soft voice, and a smile appeared in his eyes. Stroking his eyebrows, he pushed the computer in his hand away, bent down slightly, and hugged Yamazawa, who was kneeling on the carpet, to his lap.

"Brother ......" was startled by Hatsuna's sudden move, Yamazawa moved his unconsciously shrunken body at a loss, and his hands curled up in front of Hatsuna's chest, not daring to move. Hmmm......"

Looking at the eyes of the little beast that were pure and clear and attached, the first name couldn't help but soften in his heart. Rubbing Yamazawa's hair, he moved the computer closer again and clicked on the information opening on the screen. "I accepted R''s invitation to take the opportunity of the Japan-US Friendship League and back-to-back tournaments to discover a 'dream team' that belongs to him."

"The 'Dream Team'?" Yamazawa repeated in a daze, his eyes unconsciously lit up. "Well, it's a team that's growing very fast. The arena where R' and 'Ghost Skeleton' go head-to-head is also a grey area in the underground black game and professional net. ”

"Next year will be a five-year black season, and no matter which side you are, you need to expand your team and strength." The first name stopped talking, and left half a sentence in his heart that he had not mentioned. Next year's season will be especially special for "Ghost Skeleton", and on the contrary, for "R", it will be a big opportunity to hit the opponent.

"Are these people on the team?" Shan Ze was stunned and pointed to several unfamiliar pictures on the screen in front of her, she couldn't say that there was no trace of loss in her heart, she also wanted to be strong and stand harder by her brother's side.

The person in his arms never defended himself, and those eyes completely exposed what he was thinking, and Hatsunama couldn't help but chuckle out loud as he looked at Yamazawa's slightly lost side face. "Want to participate? Well? "Hmm......" Yamazawa nodded, biting her lip and still a little uneasy, she knew she wasn't strong enough. Then work hard. Hearing the rare room for turning in that flat tone, Shan Ze's eyes lit up all of a sudden, she tilted her head, bent her eyes and nodded very obediently.

Soft lighting illuminates the quiet room for a brief moment of peace and joy. Xu was struck by the star-like light that couldn't be hidden in those slightly blue eyes, and Chu Ming took off his glasses and escaped with a chuckle. He lowered his head and kissed the corner of the girl's lips gently, and a smile flashed in Zangjin's eyes. "Good."

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