God of Tennis

“That's a pretty good facility. ”

He looked at Han Woo-jin, who had a moveable short arm and a pair of shorts, holding the racket in one hand.

Despite the heavy rains outside, not a drop of water came in, and the air in the room was slightly damp, but the floor was not slippery. I wasn't worried about getting into trouble with the rally.

Inside the courtyard were some people playing, and I could see them smiling at each other and smiling at each other - only one of the three coats was empty.

I could have thought it was a good time, but Han Woo-jin kicked his tongue.

‘I have a coat, but I have no opponent. What should I do?’

Those who appeared to be members of the club were gathering to talk to each other, and no one else found the indoor courtyard on the rainy day. At this rate, I might have to practice on my own while hitting the ball in a coat that no one else has.

It was shortly after that that Han Woo-jin, who was just rolling rackets for no reason, became popular.

“Someone else is here. ”

The two turn their heads at the same time. Three people walking from the entrance were talking in words they couldn't understand. It was not a matter of speaking quickly, but literally a different language. Korean men would have heard a lot about it on a computer.

“Japanese?”

Shin Se-yeon nodded her head when she heard Han Woo-jin mumbling.

The three of them were talking in the Japanese language of the quick-tempo. Two of them held the racket, and the two who saw the face of one of them opened their mouths small. It was a face I just saw.

“Lucky me. ”

“... Do you want to play a game? ”

Ryosuke Okuda.

Hanwoojin gripped the racket's grip as soon as he checked into the hotel. Unlike him who immediately entered the contest, he asked Shin Se-yeon, who thought that the sudden contest with Sid was a bit unsettling.

Even Han Woojin didn't inspire me without thinking. There is nothing to gain here until you reveal the fabric before the match. I was considering adjusting my capabilities moderately.

“I'll hide my hands appropriately. At least it'll catch my senses. ”

“If that's all Woojin has to say... I recommend it. ”

Shin Se-yeon finally nodded.

The agent's role is an assistant to the player. It was unwise for a player to insist on objections when he was so determined. Besides, she wanted to see what Han Woo-jin was capable of.

‘Two athletes secretly bred on the side of NK products. The other one's skills have already been proven. ’

The player who entered the Daegu Open was already in the 4th. He's overwhelmed without losing a single set, and he'll probably be the winner of the Daegu Open in a few days. He was definitely the owner of a skill that could stand out in NK products.

‘What about Woojin...? ’

Shin Se-yeon doesn't know anything other than Han Woo-jin's training. In practice, he limited his skills as directed and rallied with limited tactics. So, I've never seen Han Woo-jin's real skill.

It was natural for the agent to know the skill of the player. On this occasion, Shin Se-yeon decided to recognize the player who was going to supervise her a little bit.

“Excuse me. Are you Okuda Ryosuke? ”

A fluent Japanese language. Okuda Ryosuke's face suddenly flutters as she looks back in surprise at her voice. He opens his mouth and whispers in a small voice.

“ Cool…. ”

Okuda wakes up, and one of the men accompanying him comes forward and answers.

“Who are you? ”

“This is Agent Shin Se-yeon. Will you listen to me for a moment? ”

Regardless of what the two agents were talking about, Okuda only studied cooking. Since I was still 20 years old, I didn't know whether I had no iron, or if I only saw a beautiful woman, I didn't know if she had lost her iron.

After talking for a while, Shin Se-yeon came back to Han Woojin again, whether she had seen some sort of agreement. She opens her mouth with a slightly tired face.

“Phew, just serve it first. Okuda is too young to be distracted. ”

Both Han Woo-jin and Shin Se-yeon were only in their early 20s, but Okuda drank more. He was a teenager who was only 20 years old at the age of 10,000 based on his birthday.

The actual mental age was no different from those of Shin Se-yeon in her 30s, who had a poker face as a base.

Hanwoojin accepted with a slight tug of his mouth.

“You wouldn't be distracted on your coat. Thank you for being so nice to me. ”

“It's my job. Have a good race. ”

Good riddance. Reminds me again that this is a pre-search. It was foolish to look down to win, but it was not pleasant to be pushed over by the aircraft for no reason. It's about balancing between them.

It was Yoda.

Hanwoojin grabs the racket and climbs onto his coat. It was beyond the net that I saw Okuda Ryosuke's confident face. I remembered Okuda's information in his mind.

Ryosuke, Okuda

Strength 47/HP 55/Agility 53

HP 2025/2200 SP 530/530

Forehand: 13/20

Backhand: 2 of 20

Sub-Level: 9/20

Bali Level: 6 of 20

Smash Level: 7 of 20

Drop Shot Level: 7 of 20

Robe Level: 9/20

Special Skills:?? (Forehand)

‘I see.'

An oddly powerful hand. Compared to a weak, matchless backhand. Hanwoojin was what he knew. Okuda Ryosuke is a player who can't play backhand. Nevertheless, there was a reason for ascending to the World Ranker.

Whether that ‘style’ is now complete or not will prevent you from winning this competition. I couldn't help but think I should check it out this time.

Okuda, who took the sub, said, looking at Han Woo-jin with a grinning face.

“Here we go. ”

I don't know about Nuance, but I can understand what she's saying. Hanwoojin nods quietly, and Okuda throws the ball up in his face somewhere.

Barrels.

"Barrels"?

Han Woo-jin saw the ball flying towards his ridiculous face. The ball floats over the net and bounces lightly away in front of his slow walking eyes.

Root.

The molars and knuckles simultaneously join together the eerie sound. The user's anger toward the target that it does not intend to do right, and the lost power of its destination, struggles at its fingertips. Han Woo-jin couldn't find any reason to endure this.

The present serve had no intention, not to the extent that it was powerless. He was a ball that had no interest in anything to say about the player.

Within a few months, the rubber-like braces screamed. A stroke that looks like it's about to hit the ball and destroy it. Full swing one-hand smash with full body.

Bam!

The ball flies at an invisible speed.

Towards the face of Okuda Ryosuke, who was standing with a stupid face.

* * *

At the age of 19 in Japan, Okuda Ryosuke felt good.

As soon as I arrived in Korea, the unpleasantness caused by the rain and humid air disappeared neatly by unexpected encounters. He even wondered if it was fate.

"You said Korean women are beautiful, they're real! ’

I had no doubt because I saw what my friends sometimes said when they were talking nonsense.

Okuda wanted to eat something more than a friendly match. If it wasn't for Agent Sato, who was famous for being strict, I would have said so already.

Taken by Shin Se-yeon, Okuda had no interest in the black man across the net. His perception of the tennis barren area of Korea, a slightly smaller height, a somewhat handsome but unforgettable face, made him so.

But we still need to maintain some basic courtesy, right?

Okuda spoke to a Korean athlete who didn't know who Shin Se-yeon was, consciously looking this way from afar.

“OK, here we go. ”

The opposing Pokémon nods with a blunt face. Okuda throws the ball, thinking he's no fun.

It's a friendly competition anyway.You don't have to lose your strength. Okuda thinks so and swings her racket. The agitated sub crosses the net due to its agitation.

It was right after that.

Bam!

The ball returns at a terrifying speed and grazes Okuda's side head.

The fierce return flies to the outskirts without falling on your coat. It was a stroke I didn't even think of scoring from the start.

‘It hurts...! ’

At about 200 kilometers an hour, you just have to touch the ball to get hurt. One ear of Okuda on the ball is slightly swollen. He looks over the net, thinking of a single protest.

And this time, I lost my horse.

- Do it right!

Okuda took a step back without even knowing it. I even flinched at my embarrassed expression. The opposing Pokémon's face is cruel enough to embarrass him to become the ball.

Has your friend ever been genuinely angry at your jokes?

Okuda's feelings were like this. The mindless serve scratches the opposing team's nerves. It was literally not Bourne's taunt.

And what about the flying ball? The trajectory back was too subtle for you to hit just by force. A few more turns to the side would have knocked him in the face. The opposing Pokémon never misses. I missed him. If you aim right, you'll break your nose.

I didn't think I could lose.

‘Okay, let's do it. ’

It's not just men who get hit. Especially for a young man boiling blood.

Okuda pulls the muscle that she just released. My body and mind, which had been sagging like a twig finger in the summer, gradually became tense.

“… is now correct. ”

Maybe he doesn't hear you.

It was not an opponent, but a word that he told himself. Professionals at a young age. There was enough concentration to break the distraction flowing out of the coat.

Unlike before, he throws the ball up with a sinking face.

The score is 15: 0.

Okuda Ryosuke begins the second rally in the first game a point ahead.

End

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