The news of a small team winning the Kanagawa Tournament was published on a page of Tennis Weekly.

Yukimura was shocked by the magazine handed to him by his coach at the club, but he read it with interest.

He saw a piece of news in the Junior high section that lifted his spirits.

In the analysis of the strength of the Junior high school team, a tall teenager who served as the main player of the Ice Emperor Academy as a Kokushin received a small amount of attention because he was good at making his opponents make unforced mistakes.

This was the second player besides himself that Yukimura had seen who used mental suppression to affect his opponents so far. For a moment, he even wanted to go and watch the Ice Emperor play live.

He flipped back and didn't see the winning words of the Ice Emperor Academy in the results. It seemed that the school had to work harder if they wanted to reach the national level.

Recently, Yukimura and Sanada had tacitly increased their doubles practice in the club.

They accidentally learned about the esoteric homology of doubles from their coach and thought that they could also reach this level.

The two kids who talked big were mercilessly ridiculed by their coach. At present, there probably didn't exist elementary school students who could achieve homology in this world.

Although they were extremely confident in the strength of both sides, there was a small gap between them and that boundary, whether it was practice matches or training.

Sanada thought that it might have something to do with the difference in their personalities, while Yukimura thought that the biggest problem was their different styles of play.

In any case, they temporarily put aside the study of homology and just waited for an opportunity.

At the beginning of the fall semester, Yukimura was informed by the art department's consultant that his submitted work had been recommended by the school and he hoped to participate in this year's Tachikai Academy Impressions Tachikai Art Conference.

He arranged a set of six oil paintings with the theme of the sea. Some were a quiet and clear blue, and some were a deep and furious dark blue. They were framed in a rectangular grid by the art classroom's window, as if everything outside the window was incompatible with the stability of the room.

This series of paintings, called "Window," was well received when it was exhibited. The unique perspective was like painting the sea, but not limited to the sea, full of romantic philosophy.

Seeing that the author was only a fourth-grade elementary school student, people couldn't help but exclaim.

After the New Year, Yukimura received an email from Marui.

He found a super compatible partner and couldn't wait to arrange a doubles match with Yukimura.

Therefore, the coach, who had just started work in January and hadn't yet woken up from his holiday laziness, was surprised to see two fresh figures in the club.

The red-haired youngster blew on his bubble gum and carried a tennis racket on his shoulder. His clever and petite figure didn't reflect his lightning-fast scoring speed at the net.

The tall youth firmly occupied the bottom line. His tanned skin and shiny head made people involuntarily turn their gazes away.

"Hey hey, you'll lose if you don't concentrate!"

An unexpected short ball fell near the net post. Sanada pursed his lips in annoyance. They had been completely led into the opponent's rhythm.

"Shinichiro," Yukimura calmly comforted him from behind. "Marui just used a novel fast attack to suppress you. In the next game, move the ball back to the bottom line."

Hearing the opponent's tactics, Marui blew a bubble. Underestimating Jack was going to make him suffer!

Yukimura, I'll let you see my new partner!

After changing venues, Marui and Yukimura confronted each other in front of the net.

Seeing the red-haired youngster winking at him, Yukimura shook his head in amusement. Of course, he could see that Marui was showing off. The mixed-race youngster was probably a rare defensive type. He didn't know if Sanada could break through the defense.

Unlike the previous game where he was completely suppressed, Sanada used a vigorous serve from the beginning.

The small cannonball seemed to be hot as it rushed to the opponent's court. However, the powerful attack did not scare the opponent.

Although the return route was ordinary, the previously invincible "fire" was hit back by Kuwabuan. Sanada was surprised and could not react. He saw a figure flash in front of the net, intercepting the return ball in mid-air and sending it to the opposite corner of the backcourt.

The intercept was beyond Kuwabuan's expectation. It was so fast that Marui, who was in front of the net, could not react.

"It's just a return ball. Shinichiro, focus."

Under Yukimura's stern gaze, Sanada nodded in annoyance. To be able to discover his problem in the practice game, it proved that there was always someone better, but …

"The next ball, I won't let you hit it back!" He steeled his gaze and exuded a stronger aura.

Even he could rarely catch Yukimura's ace. Sanada, who maintained his confidence, saw Yukimura shaking his head at him. "Shinichiro, I won't use ace or mental suppression in this game."

Sanada's eyes widened in surprise. "Why …"

"Shinichiro, what's the purpose of our game?"

The other party stared straight into his eyes. The silence seemed to be burning with an icy blue flame. "If you want to break through and develop tacit understanding, you must be in a state of suppression. I haven't met such a strong opponent in a long time. Don't you feel excited?"

Sanada suddenly understood.

Unlike his tennis, Yukimura's basic strength was perfect. Not using mental attacks could maximize the opponent's complete strength. In this game, was Yukimura trying to break through the bottleneck?

He guessed correctly.

From Yukimura's point of view, the opposite Kuwabuan was an iron wall with strong stamina and strength, while Marui was good at subtle interceptions in front of the net.

In contrast, the combination of Sanada Yukimura was strong in offense, but relatively weak in defense.

This game reminded Yukimura of the high school basketball final he once watched.

In the same situation, could they turn the situation around and break through the thick wall?

Sanada, who also thought of this, returned to the net. He instantly recalled the conversation between the two on the basketball court. Different from that time, there was no danger of their stamina being exhausted. In terms of individual strength, he believed that none of the opponents could compare.

In this game, as long as the iron wall was broken, it would be their victory.

Following that, the situation slowly changed.

Yukimura's flat serve ensured that the opponent would return the ball. At the same time, he frequently mobilized Marui in front of the net, and the ball he sent to Kuwabuan always made him run around to defend. Gradually, the two players found their weaknesses. Marui was losing a lot of stamina, and Kuwabuan's returns were too simple to control the opponent.

In contrast, Sanada Yukimura, who was pressuring the opponent with long-lasting attacks, firmly grasped the situation.

At the end of the game, the two players on the opposite court looked like they had just been fished out of the water. Sanada Yukimura was sweating a little and high-fived each other.

In this game, Sanada Yukimura's cooperation was almost unprecedented. For a moment, they guessed each other's play style.

They looked at each other and probably found the door to the same tune.

In the blink of an eye, the cherry blossoms bloomed again, and the fifth grade started school. Everyone in the tennis department was surprised to find that the annual instructional match for the newcomers had been adjusted by the head to after the match.

Despite their doubts, everyone obediently gathered at the court after watching the game.

They learned that this year's instructional match would use the head's tag-team strategy. Every official player would have to play a seven-ball game with the head.

They knew that the head was strong, but wasn't tag-team strategy a little too much?

Everyone looked at each other. After a long while, Sanada raised his hand high to take the lead.

He could somewhat guess Yukimura's intention. Not only was it to give the newcomers and seniors a show of strength to prevent laziness, but it was also to practice Yukimura's stamina problems in the game.

This seven-ball game was more exciting than any school match they had ever seen, and even the county tournament.

They had never seen Yukimura's true strength like today. It was as if they had gone easy on him in the previous games.

Sanada used his Fuurinkazan, but every one of them was easily repelled.

The person wearing a jacket opposite him didn't even sweat. Every move was a pure technical suppression. Not only was the audience impressed by such a game, but even Sanada was amazed.

How strong was Yukimura?

In the past, he always felt that he had caught up a little, but he would always be beaten awake the next time.

Today, Yukimura was unprecedentedly serious.

He could feel the terrifying pressure from the opponent, but he resisted it. His soul was trembling with excitement.

This was it!

He had always wanted to fight with a strong opponent!

Only he could be recognized by a strong opponent and use his full strength!

His face was full of eagerness. Blood rushed to his head, but he suddenly heard the referee announce the score, "Seven.

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Was it over?

He couldn't believe that time had passed so quickly. He suddenly raised his head and shouted, "Again!"

Yukimura smiled and gestured for him to look at the crowd around him. "If you want to play, there will be plenty of chances, Sanada." His eyes swept across the crowd, and the corner of his mouth raised. "Lai Chi River."

The youth who was called was silent for a moment, then carried his racket onto the court.

Everyone looked at his back as if they were looking at a hero.

The next few matches made the newcomers' blood boil.

Yukimura didn't use any moves, but he was like a model who showed the perfect attacking tennis. He let the members see his smooth movements and excellent landing points.

Perhaps only today, after seeing such a coaching match, could everyone really know what the best tennis was.

No matter the result, everyone was deeply moved.

Every ball they saw was replayed in their minds, and it even became the direction they worked hard for in the future.

Yukimura's hard work opened the door to everyone's evolution.

After the coaching match, Yukimura and Sanada returned to Sanada's dojo.

Under the strong request of his good friend, Yukimura first watched Sanada, who had changed into his Taoist robe to practice Kendo.

This was the first time he watched the whole process of his training from the side.

Yukimura wasn't distracted at all, because Sanada had made it very clear that he wanted Yukimura to find his own shortcomings.

Sanada's daily practice and meditation never stopped, but when he saw his good friend's figure constantly running forward, he often felt that he wasn't working hard enough.

He clearly saw how hard Yukimura practiced over the years. He could even see his good friend closing his eyes and doing simulation exercises when he was bathing in the bathhouse.

Every time that happened, Sanada couldn't help but look at him quietly, not daring to make a sound.

Many people saw Yukimura's strength, and a considerable number even attributed it to his talent.

However, today's Yukimura made everyone clearly realize how beautiful this powerhouse's basic strength was, without a trace of exaggeration.

Only with the tenacity to constantly defeat the enemy could one still have the courage to face such a powerhouse and continue to fight despite repeated setbacks.

In terms of competitiveness, Sanada didn't lose to anyone.

He wasn't willing to submit. Secondly, he wanted to walk with the powerhouse and sit on the throne together.

Yukimura, who was watching Sanada practice, was also very emotional.

In terms of physical condition, Sanada really made him envious.

Many times, Yukimura's goal was to "hit the ball with the same strength as Shinichiro" in basic practice.

The two teenagers didn't know that they were chasing each other, but such a coincidence always made people look forward to watching their running figures.

Yukimura soon found some small problems.

Perhaps it was the limitation of age and experience, but when Yukimura watched the high school sword dao tournament, he always felt a trace of suffocating momentum in the winning team.

According to his understanding of swordsmanship, the strongest profound meaning should not only be to defeat the enemy, but to destroy.

The "three heroes of the Warring States period" in history were all absolutely terrifying. Judging from the development of Sanada's style of playing, such a path currently lacked a trace of killing intent.

However … even now, it was too harsh to force this point.

The pure-hearted Shinichiro might need some stimulation to be able to understand this. And at present, it seemed that due to the limitations of physical condition and age, the strength of "Fuurinkazan" was a little lacking. First of all, he still had to strengthen the basic practice and improve the benchmark of speed and strength. As for the technical level, it would depend on Shinichiro's talent.

He roughly explained his opinion, and in order to better explain, he pulled Sanada to the tennis court in the backyard.

Sanada didn't expect that Yukimura would not hesitate to use all five senses at the beginning.

This was the first time Sanada experienced the complete five senses.

Previously, he had only seen players who had lost their vision on the court, and even he had experienced the state of blindness and deafness many times.

He had been deeply afraid in such an environment, but this time, the unexpected move made him fall into hell for the first time in his life.

Not only did he lose his vision and hearing, but he also lost the touch of the racket in his hand.

In the darkness, he seemed to be shrouded by the God of Death.

Was the Five Senses Destruction so scary?

In the past, he could always clearly sense that he didn't really enter an illusion, but this time, even he, who had always trusted Yukimura, couldn't help but start to doubt. Was he really going to destroy himself?

His feet seemed to have stepped into a quagmire, and his limbs gradually became heavy. The endless energy that he used to be proud of was now like a doll, losing his brain's perception of his body.

In the endless darkness, despair seemed to have become a daily occurrence, and he seemed to have stayed there for a long time, so long that he almost couldn't summon the will to resist.

I'm not a coward, it's just that the enemy is too strong …

How could he win?

That was the God of Death!

It was too scary, that person's tennis.

He seemed to have heard someone's voice.

Give up, how could he win with that kind of strength?

He had never been defeated once. In the end, he just didn't want to admit defeat because he wanted to save face.

Clearly, he had the same starting point from the beginning, too weak.

Suddenly, he was poked by a word, and a white spot flashed in front of his eyes.

He couldn't wait to rush forward. He didn't know how long he had run, but in the gradually approaching light, a memory fragment attacked him: In the melting sunlight, a clean smile washed the clear summer sky.

The first Yukimura.

That was the source of his nightmare, and also the end of his nightmare.

It had been like this from the very beginning, hadn't it?

Compared to falling into despair, what made him more painful was admitting defeat to that person.

Even if I can't win, I only have the desire to win. In terms of desire to win, I will never lose!

In an instant, a wooden sword appeared in his right hand. It used to belong to his four-year-old self, but now it had become fragile and pitiful.

However, for Sanada, it was enough.

In front of him was an enemy that must be defeated, and that was himself.

If he fell here, he couldn't stop walking beside Yukimura for the rest of his life.

In the dazzling white light, he raised the wooden sword high and slashed down with both hands.

As if time had turned back, the eleven year old him and the four year old him seemed to have merged into one, fiercely slashing at the black shadow in front of him.

In the haze, his vision gradually blurred, and a faint light touched his eyelids.

Sanada slowly opened his eyes, and in front of him was a white and clean face, with flowing light in the eyes looking at him worriedly.

"… Yukimura." He murmured, "I won."

He looked at the person in front of him and slowly smiled, nodding heavily.

Yukimura, who had made Sanada comprehend the killing intent by a fluke, didn't expect that Shinichiro, who had used his own strength to break free from the Elementary Five Senses Extermination, would ask to feel his own unique skill again.

He didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He was originally worried that it would affect his friend, but now he was relieved.

It seemed that through this victory over his own cowardice and inferiority, Sanada vaguely had an epiphany: Seek Victory.

Perhaps the years of swordsmanship training gave Sanada a strong heart. He wasn't like those people who were easily won over by Yukimura, but he tempered himself through struggle. The Elementary Five Senses Extermination, which was terrifying to outsiders, was regarded as a secret realm of hellish training, which made Yukimura a little dissatisfied. Next time, maybe he should increase the power of the Elementary Five Senses Extermination.

When the summer vacation came, Yukimura was invited by Marui to watch the doubles competition in the Junior Tournament.

He and Kuwabuan signed up for the under-14 group, hoping to cooperate with each other through actual combat practice.

After the training, both of them had different degrees of improvement, but when Yukimura saw a familiar figure, Kuwabara Marui finally kicked an iron plate.

They met two strange people in the finals.

In the first few games, they each held the ball, but the other side didn't look like they were serious about catching the ball, which made Marui, who was always invincible, very unhappy.

At this time, Yukimura recalled a scene from two years ago through the names on the scoreboard. The once modest and polite teenager was now on the court with his doubles partner, using accurate predictions to mercilessly break through Kuwabara Marui's every blind spot.

Marui had never met such an opponent since he started playing doubles. He couldn't figure out the opponent's individual strength, but his playing style and habits were all recorded, as if he was playing with a machine.

His usually bouncing red hair also wilted. He knew that Yukimura must be watching from the side. Thinking of the big words he had said before and then looking at the game he lost, the young boy couldn't help but feel a little sad.

When they came off the court, Yukimura handed each of them a bottle of water and smiled gently. "All of your weaknesses have been seen through, Marui, Kuwabuan."

Yukimura looked at the two people who couldn't lift their heads and patted them on the shoulder comfortingly. "Next time, if you lose to the same opponent, maybe I'll be disappointed in you!"

His eyes swept across the acquaintances who were looking in his direction. He handed the task of comforting them to Sanada and walked to the other side.

"Liu-san, the game was very exciting. Congratulations on your victory."

Yukimura looked curiously at the other teenager who was wearing glasses that somehow covered his eyes. The short spiky hair reminded him of his deskmate.

Liu looked at the opponent in the distance and seemed to understand why Yukimura came to watch the game. "Thank you, Yukimura Kun. It's a pity that we didn't play against each other in the tournament this year."

Yukimura smiled. "Although you won against Kuwabara Marui, the current you guys can't beat me and Sanada."

The two people were stunned, and a trace of fighting spirit rose in their hearts.

Although Yukimura didn't know, Liu and Liu, who followed the data tennis path, knew the person in front of them very well. He and his partner Sanada were known as the strongest doubles players in Kanagawa Junior Tennis. After leading the team, they were the best in singles matches. Yukimura even won all of his matches without losing a single game.

Even the two of them, who were as proud as they were, had to consider the words that came out of this person's mouth.

Xing Cun stared meaningfully into Liu's eyes. This person's strength was a bit stronger than his partner's. If he could fight alongside him, perhaps he would be able to learn more from him when arranging troops … Thinking of this, he said word by word, "Liu-jun, I'll be waiting for you at Clearsea University."

He could resonate with the strong, and he felt the desire for victory in this elegant teenager's bones.

His fighting spirit had been worn down by the school team's losses. Perhaps participating in the doubles competition had opened the door that was ignored by the other side.

Now that he had won, Liu had seen the beautiful scene behind that door. How could he give up on that kind of attraction?

"Yukimura Kun, the probability of Junior high going to Tachikaidai is …"

"One hundred percent."

The young man who answered resolutely looked at her with a smile, his beautiful eyes full of determination and trust.

For a moment, Liu seemed to see himself standing side by side with him.

Ever since he exchanged email addresses with Liu, Yukimura felt that he could often use Liu as an encyclopedia to search for information.

On his little sister's fourth birthday, the little princess, who liked the fragrant flowers because she often saw her brother and mother taking care of the plants, pestered the family to go to the botanical garden.

After consulting with Liu, Yukimura accepted his recommendation and went with the family to a famous botanical garden. Because of its long history, there were many magnificent plants that had been growing for many years. There were also many areas for children to play in.

Yukimura held the sketchbook and looked at it while taking notes.

His latest interest was sketching flowers. This was already his third book of practice.

The delicate and elegant teenager leading the innocent and cute little sister was such a scene that the parents who followed them did not want to disturb.

My baby is really an angel!

From time to time, the two adults who communicated with Sanada's parents would be happy whenever they heard each other complaining about the naughty kid Sasuke.

After lunch in the restaurant on the fourth floor, Yukimura's parents went to the bookstore to visit their favorite department, while Yukimura took his sister to buy the ice cream that was targeted by the little girl as soon as they entered the door.

The little girl pestered and finally got permission to eat half of the ice cream. She ran to the shop and sweetly ordered from the waiter.

Yukimura leisurely followed the little princess and sat down. He keenly felt a gaze following Yuyi.

Not far away, a boy was standing with his parents. His mother was holding one hand, and his father was holding a baby in his arms. The boy's eyes were fixed on his little sister.

Yukimura frowned and quickly walked to Yuyi's side, blocking the boy's line of sight.

But he did not expect that the family also came over and stopped at the ice cream shop.

While waiting, Yukimura glanced at the boy with metal-rimmed glasses. The boy looked calm and mature, but Yukimura had long been taught by his mother that the more serious a person looked, the more difficult it was to trust him. What's more, this person was still looking at Yuyi!

Yukimura angrily took his sister's hand, paid the bill, and quickly walked away. In the end, he fiercely glared at the boy.

And Liu Sheng, who came to visit the botanical garden with his family, after seeing a cute little girl, could not help but imagine what his one-year-old little sister would look like when she grew up. His eyes could not help but follow the girl.

However, he seemed to be hated by the girl's brother.