God of Tennis

“Are you ready? ”

“Yes, you can hit me anytime! ”

Towards Hwang In-su, who answers vigorously, Han Woo-jin's racket slaps the ball gently. It was neither a serious match nor an all-out effort in a lightweight game. Once he reached level 10, his sub was simply not worth Hwang In-si's while.

“Eek!”

Bam!

You're pretty good. Han Woo-jin thought so, repeating the plain rally. Even though he was a little out of control, everything he was after was near a line that was all about scoring. If I had been a little late in reading it, I would have lost my score, Hoang.

Yonker still had the rally.

But when the ball comes back over the net about 10 times, Hwang In-su's racket hits the ball with the wrong part.

Thung!

“Huh?"

The green ball flew slowly and bound in front of Han Woojin's feet. It was foolish not to accept this situation. A tennis ball protruding over his waist is struck down and shot down by a horizontal racket.

Bam!

“That's 15: 0. ”

“Wow, I can't even see. As expected, Woojin played well! ”

Hwang In-su praised him with a big smile. The stroke has just fallen to an unacceptable position, an unacceptable timing. At least not to Hwang In-soo.

Hanwoojin gradually raises his vigor as he swings his racket and realizes that his body is slowly released. I tried Bali that I had never tried before, and I made a point of dropping shots.

“Woojin, have you been practicing your drop shots lately? ”

“Yes, but I can't lose my strength. ”

Han Woo-jin smiled bitterly. Although not all skills needed to be used skillfully in tennis, mastery of the dropshot was an essential process for him to be able to grow all skills by effort alone.

The score is 40: 15. If I didn't have a flaw, I would have been a flaw, but I was not evil enough to aim for a flaw in tennis with a local man.

Hwang In-su put the sub again. The green ball bounces up high, dropping to the expected spot.

This time with rising.

The moment the ball protruded to the eye level crossed over the part of his eyebrow, Han Woojin's body was heavily rotated.

Papang!

Smash. A properly rotated ball looks fast enough to drop into your coat as soon as it hits the racket. Hwang In-su, who could not react, laughed tremendously.

“This is no match for you, haha. ”

“No, that's why you're a rally. ”

I heard the voice I was expecting from Han Woo-jin, who was trembling with humility instead of humility.

[Experience for Smash, Bali and Dropshot used to win a game is slightly higher.]

[Failed to parse drop shot. Failed to create dropshot skill. Your EXP could not be increased.]

[Increases Smash Skill EXP for the first time you won points as a Smash.]

[Level up Bali for the first time in Bali to win points.]

‘Is this how it is? ’

Dropshots and robes that did not yet exist in Hanwoojin's status window seemed to be generated only if the skill was successfully applied. Moreover, Bali and Smash have been used for the first time since the creation of the status window.

I hear a sound.

Hanwoojin

Strength 48/HP 45/Agility 40

HP 1760/1800 SP 325/340

Forehand: 9/20

Backhand: 4 of 20

Sub-Level: 10/20

Bali Level: 4 of 20

Smash Level: 7 of 20

Special Skill: Sparrow (Sub)

It seemed that the level in Bali was so low that even the first score made it up a level. Even after the same achievement, Smash was given enough experience. And Han Woo-jin found out something new.

‘Skill level 1 increases SP by 10. The total amount of SP is proportional to the total skill level. ’

If it did, the skill level could be increased to increase the number of times the sparrow was used. Hanwoojin, who was determined to learn not only the drop shot but also the robe, picked out a ball that was rolling the floor.

“May I serve this game as well? ”

“Whatever you want! Hwang In-su isn't dead yet! ”

Green lightning fell on Hwang In-su's coat, shouting in a loud voice.

Papang!

"Er..."

I was a little sorry, but I needed to feel the level of sub skills that had gone up. I don't know what happened, but Han Woo-jin smiled at Hwang In-su who was dazed.

“15: 0. ”

“Ugh...”

Hwang In-soo's face darkened when he saw the rotating tennis ball still stuck in the net. Hanwoojin throws the ball again. Another light of light flew through the sky.

Bam!

The game took longer than I thought.

It wasn't a proper match because Han Woo-jin, who had tried all of this skill, lost a few games.

This match with exactly two sets came to 40: 30 on 61, 53. Particularly, we lost three games on the second set because Han Woo-jin, who practiced Rob and Dropshot too much, failed to get the ball out or pass the net. It can be called a match point

The last rally begins.

Han Woo-jin thought about what kind of serve he would try and throw the ball high.

And finally, Sparrow.

I wanted to show it to Mr. Hwang once. I've had dozens of exchanges with him. I won't have to play ball here anymore.

Paan!

The tremendously powerful sub of Hanwoojin digs through the floor and smokes dirt. Even the ball, which bounced off quickly, struggled with the net.

He stares at Hwang In-su, stunned by the sub at a speed he couldn't even react to. This concludes the second set of the three-set two-time winners.

Han Woo-jin reaches over the racket and says,

“Well done.”

“W-what was that? I thought it would be professional...”

Han Woo-jin smiled in front of Hwang In-su who wrote a strange expression, "I can't say anything, I'm a professional."

“I was a pro yesterday. Now he's an NK player. ”

“Really?! Hey, I competed with a pro, and you're a pro! Shouldn't we be paying for the tournament? ”

When Hwang In-soo asked with a mean look, shaking his hand playfully, Han Woo-jin shrugged his shoulders and joked.

“Hey, what's the competition between us? I'd appreciate it if you'd buy me a drink. ”

“Hot, that's what it's for, man. ”

As they chatted for a while, they broke up by drinking the ionized beverage that Hwang In-su had actually drawn. Looking at the leaning sun, Han Woo-jin gripped the racket's grip inside his bag.

Hanwoojin

Strength 48/HP 45/Agility 40

HP 1540/1800 SP 330/360

Forehand: 9/20

Backhand: 4 of 20

Sub-Level: 10/20

Bali Level: 4 of 20

Smash Level: 7 of 20

Dropshot Level: 1 of 20

Robe Level: 1 of 20

Special Skill: Sparrow (Sub)

Hanwoojin's status window was engraved with traces of successful dropshots and robes, although he did not score. SP was up 20, and now he was able to build up his efforts and achievements to improve his skills.

‘Let's keep going. Just like this.’

Slowly, steadily.

That's good if you can't stop, even if it's not fast. Even if it doesn't get as far as it takes, it's a hundred times better than walking in its place.

If Choi Yeon-hee's talents were wings, even Han Woo-jin had no legs before. But now the legs are attached. Two legs more special than anyone else.

* * *

“So, you're going to live in that athlete's lodge tomorrow? ”

“Yes, I think so. ”

Han Woo-jin replied boldly to his father who asked him. When I told him about his special contract, my father, who knew more about tennis than any dizzy player, happily nodded.

He stared at his son for worrying that only a mother lives alone in a foreign country.

“Oh my, you've been in the army for so long, and you're living out of your house... Can't you just go back and forth? ”

“Honey, if the blacksmith is willing, he should not inherit. Now that he's grown up, his path is only open to him. ”

“No, no matter what...”

“He's not going far. He's around the trenches. What are you worried about? I can visit them every game or how nice they are. Isn't that right?”

My father used to say, "If I opened my mouth once instead of writing something down, I would be silenced." So every once in a while, when a fight breaks out, you always take the victory. Han Woo-jin smiled as he put the landscape in front of his eyes, not looking at the TV, but looking at the new face.

I looked at him with my oyster.

“Yura, why? ”

When Han Woo-jin noticed his brother's gaze, she shrugged her shoulders as if it was nothing.

“It's just, I feel like my brother's changed. ”

“… in what way? ”

Maybe Hanyura realized something. Han Woo-jin thought it couldn't be, but he was a little nervous. Because the sister he knew was very clever.

“I was a little restless until I joined the club or something, but now I'm pretty relaxed. ”

“Really?"

“Yes, much better. ”

He was so tired, I couldn't see him.

Hanyura's parents mumbled so much that they couldn't hear her, and entered the room.

She had seen him and tennis day much longer than Han Woo-jin thought. I haven't been here since junior year. Practice. Studying while watching a video of a match without getting any sleep. Hanwoojin held the racket again with a paper towel when his nose burst.

It was not as worrying as Han Yura who was young for her brother's appearance.

Who was the one who sprinkled it gently when he hung his sister to rest beside him crying?

Who else wouldn't talk to me more and more about him?

It was only then that Hanwoojin realized the identity of the person who had opened up his relationship with him.

‘It wasn't just tennis. It was a mess from start to finish. ’

I just smiled bitterly.

Finish

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