Legendary tennis, starting from signing up to talent

The next moment.

The children playing on the wooden amusement facilities in this wooden racket factory gathered happily.

"Brother Kuroba, Brother Kuroba~"

"You are finally back."

Then.

Kuroba Harukaze was surrounded.

The children were so happy.

"Huh?"

"Guests are coming!"

"The fierce uncle wearing a hat, the gentle brother wearing a coat, the English teacher with squinty eyes, the math teacher with glasses, the bald foreign monk, the brother with long braids on his head, the unlucky brother blowing bubbles, and the super handsome brother~"

"Hey! What a terrible kelp head!!!"

It seems to be because of the stranger.

The group of children immediately hid behind Kuroba Harukaze and began to give nicknames to the regular players of the tennis club of Rikkai University Affiliated Middle School one by one.

Although the sound was not particularly loud, the damage was off the charts.

It can be said that except for the nicknames of Yukimura Seiichi and Kitagawa, the others were more miserable than each other.

Without a doubt, Kirihara Akari was the worst.

"......"

Kirihara Akari, who did nothing but maintained the Red Eyes mode, became an insulator for the children.

"Everyone, play here for a while."

"I'll go pick up my dad."

Saeki Torajiro, who was trying to hold back his laughter, forced himself to suppress it, then said something to Kitagawa and left in a hurry.

As for the others at Rokkaku Junior High School, they went to prepare tea and other things.

After all, they invited the regular players of the tennis club of Rikkai University Affiliated Junior High School to be their guests.

The proper etiquette still needs to be maintained.

"Seniors."

"End all self-imposed training."

"From now on, all you have to do is play sincerely and happily."

Then.

Kitagawa turned around and looked at everyone, and said with a smile on his face.

As soon as the words fell.

Everyone was stunned.

"Is this training?"

The next moment.

Niou Masaharu raised his hand and asked.

"Yes!"

"And it's a super important training."

"So you must have fun~"

Kitagawa nodded very seriously.

And this serious look is also rare.

"What should I do if I am isolated by the little brats?"

Looking at the group of children, Kirihara Akaya asked with a complicated expression.

Although he didn't know why Kitagawa wanted them to have fun.

He even regarded this as training.

But he, who didn't like to use his brain, accepted this training as soon as possible.

"Puchi..."

Masaharu Niou, who was crowned with a long braid on his head, laughed out loud.

"How do you know that you will be isolated if you don't try?"

"The nature of people is not to be labeled by the first impression."

Shaking his head, Kitagawa said earnestly.

After that.

Kitagawa put the wooden box on his back next to the bench, and then walked directly towards the group of children.

Not long.

The sound of laughter and play came over.

"Let's go."

"Since we are playing, then play as much as you want."

"To be honest, the last time I played these was when I was in elementary school."

Taking off the coat draped over his shoulders and putting it aside, Yukimura Seiichi joined in.

"Although I am a little lax."

"But even a longbow has its time to be unstringed."

"If you always have a stern face, you will never smile sooner or later."

While speaking, Sanada Genichirō took off his baseball cap and put it aside quite solemnly.

Then Yagyu Hiroshi took off his glasses and gravity wrist and ankle guards, and Yanagi Renji put down his notebook and pen.

Instead, the crowd was filled with people playing happily.

"Forget it, I don't want to think about it anymore."

"Forget it, I don't want to think about it anymore."

Almost at the same time, Marui Bunta, who was thinking about how to increase the difficulty of himself, and Kirihara Akaya, who was afraid of being isolated, said in unison.

The two looked at each other and joined in.

Ten minutes later.

Everyone from Rokkaku Junior High School also returned here with hot tea and other things.

And Saeki Torajiro supported his father.

Looking at the laughter in the wooden racket factory, the group of Kanto's ever-victorious army that inherited the "joy of tennis" all blinked their eyes.

"Hehe..."

"Young people should be happy."

"You should join in."

The old man said with a chuckle.

Then he walked slowly towards a bench.

And the wooden box wrapped in bandages also appeared in his turbid and deep eyes.

"Have you given up?"

"Or have you let it go?"

"Or something else..."

After whispering softly, he sat on the bench.

Quietly watching the group of children and adults.

The long white beard swayed in the breeze.

I don't know what he was thinking at this time.

After a while.

Tap tap...

In the crowd of people playing, Beichuan walked towards this side.

"Did you bring this thing?"

The old voice of the old man slowly reached Beichuan's ears.

"Yeah."

"The old man at home asked me to deliver it to you personally."

Beichuan nodded and answered truthfully.

At the same time, he picked up the thing on the ground.

"Do you know what's inside?"

Tremblingly holding the hot tea and taking a sip, the old man asked softly.

"I don't know."

Although Beichuan was also very curious about the things in it.

But he didn't open it without permission.

"It's the end of a legend."

"It's also... a persistence. "

The old man looked at the tea stems standing up in the teacup and sighed.

"The legend you are talking about is..."

Although he had some guesses in his mind, Beichuan still did not make a final conclusion.

"Brand, once ranked number one in the world."

"You should know more about his glorious past than I do, young man."

"And there was a small episode in his twilight years that happened here."

The old man slowly took the wooden box from Beichuan's hand.

He took off the bandage wrapped around it and spoke slowly.

Click!

As the wooden box was opened.

A brand new wooden racket came into Beichuan's eyes.

"It has never been used."

"On the road of pursuing the revenge of the samurai, I made this racket for him who was confused."

"There was no intention, and there was no promise left."

"I just hope he can play tennis happily."

"But now it seems. "

"He should have let go of that obsession, the obsession of defeating the samurai."

The rough hand picked up the wooden racket and rubbed it for a few times.

The old man narrated with a little reminiscence.

"Since he asked you to give it to me."

"It means that he hopes you can play tennis happily."

"He is really a man who is not good at expressing his inner thoughts~"

While speaking.

The old man personally put the brand new wooden racket in Beichuan's hands.