Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation Born a Juvenile Stain

If there was anything in the world that could make a child serious, it would probably be a game.

The four-year-old Sanada Senichiro liked the wooden sword that his grandfather handed to him the most.

Men should learn martial arts.

Every time he wore a special combat suit in his family's dojo, the dojo was filled with the fragrance of wood, and the sound of his senior brothers practicing could be heard. He always felt as if he was holding a sharp sword and fighting against an invisible monster: In front of me is a very powerful enemy, can I defeat him now?

The boy held the wooden sword in his hand tightly. It was the size of a toy to an adult, but it was the most powerful tool in a child's heart.

I am very strong!

He raised his sword high, and the air was so heavy that it was suffocating.

If, if I fall here … The boy kept a straight face and slashed down fiercely.

"Ha!"

If any gaming addict was nearby, they would probably see the flash of the sword, and the monster roared. Its hp bar went from blue to red and finally emptied, and it fell to the ground with a bang.

Accompanied by the sound effects of the game, a level up and various rewards appeared in front of him.

But for this boy, in his four years of life, other than his family and Kendo, he didn't have any other hobbies that made him crazy.

Because of his family's dojo and his grandfather, he was always the youngest child. He didn't have any playmates of the same age, and he didn't know about game consoles. Every day, he would wake up at 4 am for morning exercises, evening classes, sword practice, and meditate.

He was as bored as an old man.

He was exactly like his grandfather.

In fact, his mother had been secretly asking Sanada's father about his grandfather raising Shinichiro, and she was worried about what he would become when he grew up …

Sanada's father … Sanada's father said that he had no choice. He was also very afraid. What should he do? His son wouldn't be raised like his father, right?

Should I find him a playmate of the same age?

How would I find one?

I heard that the grandson of a family friend was raised by his grandfather like Shinichiro, and his temper was exactly like his grandfather's …

Then, then I'll find him outside … There should be children of the same age signing up for a club.

Will Shinichiro go?

But a sports club should be interested …

I'll ask my colleagues at the club. I heard there is a good tennis club.

… I'll give it a try. It's best if I can make a friend, but if not, I'll find someone else.

Sanada Senichiro did not know that his parents were worried about his future. He was still reflecting on himself in his sleep.

On the other hand, his grandfather didn't seem to realize that there was anything wrong with his grandson. Aren't you going to reflect on your education methods?

Sanada Senichiro, who had been sent to the club by his mother, wasn't as resistant as they had imagined.

After interacting with his senior brothers for a long time, he always felt that he should be the strongest among his peers. 'I can fight to a draw with a few senior brothers!'

Now was the time to test his own level.

However, tennis was a brand new field. Although he had some talent in swordsmanship, he had no experience in ball games.

Men should constantly challenge themselves!

His eyes shone with eagerness. If he could meet like-minded friends to fight alongside him on this journey, wouldn't that be delightful?

Square white squares, high ceilings, and a much larger space than the training hall. The little four-year-old boy standing at the door seemed to have opened a whole new world.

There was no familiar smell of wood, no familiar sound, and even the opponents weren't close at hand.

He was blocked by a huge white net that was as high as his shoulder. He stood in the square like a chess piece.

The Star Luo children in different courts held their own weapons in their hands. The tennis rackets were similar in size to wooden swords. The sound of the tennis rackets breaking through the air when the ball was served, and the roar of the battle was heard. This was a battlefield similar to swordsmanship.

Sanada tried to hold the racket in his hand and slashed it straight at the opponent.

Tennis, interesting!

Although he said that, he wasn't used to this racket. What was the point of the attack?

Why did he use the racket to hit the ball instead of using it like a sword?

There were countless questions in his heart, but he had always been used to burying them in his heart. His opponent was an elder and a coach, so he must have his reasons.

The yellow ball was like a tiny cannonball. It landed on the opposite side with a loud bang.

"Oh, Jun Sanada, your strength is great!"

Observing this child with a straight face, the coach couldn't help but think of his father, who was completely different from him. His parents looked so friendly. How did they raise such an unlovable son?

The coach smiled helplessly, clapped his hands hard, and called out loudly to the children all over the court. "Everyone, take a ten-minute break. Gather here!"

The curious children looked at the newcomers beside the coach. Sanada also noticed that there was a child of about the same height standing beside him.

"These two are Sanada Senichiro and Seiichi Yukimura, who are new today.

They're all beginners. Everyone should get along well and help each other! "

If only he could meet like-minded friends to fight with … Sanada thought of his wish when he first entered the door. He couldn't help but sneak a glance at the boy.

Ah.

Someone of the same age is so beautiful … Although he never paid attention to it, at least he was very clear about beauty and ugliness.

From a child's point of view, the child next to him who was tilting his head and smiling at him was probably the legendary beautiful boy.

That purple curly hair was against the rules!

His face was so small, his eyes were so beautiful, and his smile was so cute!

Their eyes met, and he actually couldn't help blushing.

As a boy, it was too deceiving … If he smiled like that, anyone would blush …

He silently found an excuse for his relaxation, but the image engraved in his mind didn't dissipate for a long time.

If he were to travel with such a person, he was afraid that his willpower would have to be stronger!

With this thought, Jun Sanada clenched his fists, and his expression became more and more serious.

Hey, hey, your face is still red. Are you really okay?

On the other side, the originally friendly smile had somehow aroused the other party's fighting spirit. He thought to himself, "Hmm?

This person is so interesting. "The boy showed an even gentler smile to a group of peers who had shown a strong interest in him.

The newcomer Seiichi Yukimura was too good-looking.

So they're both four years old, but God is a little biased — the coach sighed.

Yukimura Kun was so gentle and beautiful!!

— — Girls these days are all obsessed with looks. Don't you have any comments about Jun Sanada?

Jun Sanada looked very serious and didn't seem easy to get along with. Yukimura Kun … was as cute as a girl — — Although no one noticed, the group of boys blushed slightly. As the future losers of these two, they would surely recall today with mixed feelings.

The first lesson in life was that one couldn't judge a book by its cover.

Jun Sanada was really interesting.

So far, he was the first person who had made such a reaction that met his expectations.

No, perhaps it could be said that he had more than expected.

The young boy was practicing his swinging seriously. His fair face was warmed by the sunlight shining in through the gymnasium's windows. His purple curly hair was tucked into his headband. It was hard to tell which was more attractive: his beautiful and delicate facial features or his clean and powerful movements.

Obviously, there were many other children wearing headbands, but his image was impeccable. It was as if the white sports prop was an indispensable embellishment in this beautiful painting.

"Yukimura Kun's movements are so beautiful …"

"We're all beginners, but we're not as good as him."

"Jun Sanada is the same. When he swings, he creates wind!"

"I asked him. He said he was practicing swordsmanship."

Oh, it sounds like he's very powerful, Jun Sanada.

The two of us seem to be the kind of people who have talent.

Although he was thinking about this, he didn't show it on his face at all. It was as if he couldn't hear anything and was focused on practicing.

It seemed that since he started learning to draw, he found that there were many emotions that he didn't need to show. If someone could see his inner world, they would probably be shocked by the rich emotions there, hehe.

Sure enough, real strength didn't come from physical strength.

Well, the movements were still too cumbersome. Was there any way to save energy and make it easier for him to hit the ball?

If he had the same strength as Jun Sanada, perhaps he could be said to create wind.

Thinking of this, Yukimura's eyes involuntarily turned to the young boy swinging the racket on the opposite side of the court.

Unlike her slender figure, Sanda-kun looked very healthy. Although the difference wasn't obvious at the moment, she occasionally saw Uncle Sanda-kun who sent him to school. He was a size bigger than her father. When he grew up, Sanda-kun's figure would probably be completely different from hers.

My mother isn't very tall either … Will she never grow taller and become a short person in the future?

His eyebrows wrinkled slightly.

The so-called innate condition was the kind of basic condition that couldn't be changed no matter what.

Yukimura, who often studied in his mother's studio, sighed with emotion when he saw those beautiful stone carvings of the human body. He was afraid that even a Japanese with good innate conditions wouldn't be able to easily cultivate those four limbs.

Although he never showed it, Yukimura actually liked the healthy and beautiful human body very much.

In the oil paintings, girls in long dresses bathed in the sunlight in the forest. The joy in their eyes and the wanton body were completely indulgent happiness.

Because his body wasn't that strong after he was born, he always had a great curiosity and tolerance for things full of vitality.

He made up his mind to learn tennis originally just to exercise his body, but now …

He held the racket tightly, and a feeling he had never felt before flowed through his veins.

Different from the feeling of holding a paintbrush and a small shovel, the racket handle with some edges seemed to have the temperament of a cold weapon. Perhaps it was similar to the sword hilt that Jun Sanada had once discussed with him. For him, what was the significance of this medium-sized racket?

He intuitively felt that if he kept playing tennis like this, the day would soon come when he would understand all his doubts would come.

— — —

Unknowingly, it was midsummer. A sudden heavy rain cleared away the sultry heat of the past.

Although Yukimura didn't hate rainy days, and sometimes for flowers and plants, such cold air and moisture were good for regulating their growth, he still politely declined the heavy rain that affected his travel.

It was already the end of the tennis club. Not only was his father trapped in the club, but he also asked his mother not to come to pick him up in the rain.

After putting down the phone in the club's coach's office, Yukimura blinked and calmly asked the coach if he could wait indoors.

Although this kind of emergency was pardonable, after all, he wasn't the owner. He wanted to help, but he couldn't make the decision.

The coach, who was a little worried, heard a voice outside the door.

"Come, you can come to my house!"

The little boy pressed the brim of his cap with one hand, and the other hand was held by his wife, who was standing next to him. He seemed to be shy about being seen relying on his mother. Sanada's face was red. He didn't look at Yukimura, but insisted on inviting the little boy who was in a dilemma.

Looking at her son's rare behavior that was appropriate for his age, Sanada Mama was very moved. Dad, my son made a super — cute friend!

Sanada had known Yukimura for a long time.

Since they came to the club, the two of them had made rapid progress. Soon, they were transferred to the outdoor tennis court by the coach and joined the senior players in the training.

Looking around, everyone was taller than him by half, and almost all of them were Junior high school students. Even Sanada, who thought he had a strong mind, couldn't help but feel scared.

The most obvious thing was that in the eyes of a group of elite players, these two four-year-old kids actually wanted to share the court with him. They were obviously just over the net, so where did their confidence come from?

It was conceivable that when the coach wasn't looking, not only was the doubles practice rejected, but Sanada even once saw a tall guy push Yukimura to the ground.

"Those people are too much!"

While pulling Yukimura up, he angrily complained about the bullying students. Sanada was even really angry.

"It's okay, Sonichirō."

Although he still had a smile on his face, Sanada saw the cold light in his eyes. "We will soon make them all regret it, with tennis."

Holding his racket, he turned to Sanada. Yukimura looked straight at him, his eyes full of arrogance and unwillingness. "Play doubles with me, Sonichirō."

Sanada probably saw the aura he yearned for in this person. He was obviously younger than him, slender and beautiful, but he was like an overlord on the battlefield.

This person was very strong.

If he was a general during the Warring States Period, this person might be the lord that people followed.

He came back to his senses. The boy in front of him was smiling happily at him, as if he had been looking forward to visiting his home for a long time.

Strangely, he felt that both of his hands were occupied. It was an unfamiliar feeling. It belonged to a soft and small hand that made his heart pound.

Along the way, Yukimura chatted with Sanada Mama. Unlike the hat boy beside him, who was always absent-minded, Yukimura happily shared all kinds of things about Jun Sanada with this kind aunt.

Cameron K?

Sticky O Dou Dou Dou Dou Dou Dou?

How could an aristocrat be foolish enough to throw a mill and take it?

Unyielding?

Protect?

Lying to the left and right?

What the hell??

Zhai Ying was afraid of fish, so she pretended to be unruly?

Kang Na Qi Xie Enzyme School?

Circling and releasing?

How about this? How about this?

Mcong?

Shrink?

Xinya beseeches Wei Dacha and Nan Yihuan to delete?

Thistle?

Lu Chu?

Stupidity, jealousy, and apathy?

Estimating parachute

After getting out of the car, the three of them went straight to the corridor of Sanada House through the garage.

This was an ancient and traditional Japanese-style house. For convenience, the garage was remodeled, but as soon as they walked into the spacious wooden corridor, they felt as if they had traveled through time and space.

So it was in this simple and unadorned environment that created Sonichirō's steady temperament.

After borrowing Sanada House's landline to call home and leaving the address, Yukimura obediently followed Sanada to the other side of the house.

He heard that he had to greet his grandfather every day. Yukimura had never seen such a big family.

Along the way, he observed the courtyard and flowers. Yukimura decided that he must come here more often in the future.

"Grandfather is more serious, but he will definitely like you. Seiichi -kun, don't be nervous." Although he said that, you look more nervous than me, Sonichirō.

However, Xing Cun had always been confident in himself when it came to pleasing the elders.

Opening the door, the old man sitting cross-legged beside the short table and staring intently at the chessboard looked very energetic and upright. Although he was dressed in navy blue and had a rather cold aura, when he raised his eyes to look at Sanada, gentleness flashed across his eyes.

The two children sat on the side. Sanada introduced his friend and the reason for his visit to his grandfather.

After a few words with the well-behaved and elegant child, Sanada really liked the young man named Seiichi Yukimura.

"What a coincidence. You two are destined to be good friends."

He had a smile on his face as he looked admiringly at the boy whose every move was to his liking. Seeing that the two were confused, he couldn't help but laugh. "Go to the study and look up the names of the generals from the Warring States period. Then you will know."

He didn't want to keep the two curious children any longer. With a few words, he drove them out.

Children were cute when they were lively. Unlike Shinichiro, the older he got.

No matter what other people were thinking, the two children didn't have time to care.

After being scolded by their mother, they rushed to the study first.

On the tall bookshelf, the bottom two floors were children's books.

Sanada rummaged through a few pages and finally pulled out a book with drawings of the heroes from the Warring States period.

"Speaking of which, I seem to have heard of what grandfather said before …"

"Here!"

Yukimura excitedly pointed to an ancient painting and carefully read the small words on the side. "Sanada Yukimura, real name Sanada Shinfan, was a famous general in the late Warring States period. He was known as the strongest man in the world."

His eyes lit up as if he had found a treasure. Sanada couldn't help but stare at the side of his face. Under the dim light in the room, his face was as white as jade. His eyes were like fireflies in the forest. He suddenly turned and looked at him.

"Sanada Yukimura.

Ah, our names are destined to be connected. "The other person said and put down the book. Sanada's hands were suddenly held.

"From today onwards, I will call you 'Sanada' and you will call me 'Yukimura'."