God of Tennis

At the dawn of the 26th day of the final, there was a little rain.

Looking at the outside that looked gray because the cloud had not yet moved, Han Woo-jin angled his way. This was the first step he took as a athlete.

“Woojin, do you know Choi Yeon-hyuk? ”

Shin Se-yeon's voice brought Han Woo-jin to life who was distracted by the landscape outside the window. He was slightly embarrassed by the sudden question.

“History? Hmm...”

Hanwoojin pondered for a moment. What is the relationship between Choi Hyuk and him? It was a relationship that I could say was friendly if I were close in my own way, but it took me something to say as a friend. It sounded like Choi Hyuk's voice was heard that the battle was not over yet.

Yeah, there's a good point. Rival.

“Well, I'm a friend. ”

It was a little embarrassing to say it out loud to others. Hanwoojin concealed his inner self and surrounded it appropriately. Then Shin Se-yeon responded with a curious voice to his answer.

“Then why don't you ask me about the outcome of the contest? Did you hear anything else? ”

“Oh…”

But then it was a little strange. I didn't even want to know what happened to the rival. However, from Han Woojin's perspective, it was natural. He remembered the outcome of Choi Yeon-hee's first business trip.

Han Woo-jin said in a bold voice.

“You would have won.”

Unexpectedly, his voice was convinced that Shin Se-yeon was slightly embarrassed. It was only fair to say what I knew.

“Well... yes. ”

With Shin Se-yeon's silent answer in one ear, Han Woo-jin touched the racket that he worked on yesterday. There would have been nothing more to it if it had been a professional stringer, but it wasn't something he could ask for as a rookie.

Plus, this was enough. Racquet was not the best either, but he was in a similar condition. There won't be any trouble during the match.

Now, two hours from now, the top of the blue coat. He also takes the first finals of his life against a player who only has a cute name.

There was a lot of boiling inside, but nothing came out.

It was enough to spill it on my coat.

* * *

Two hours passed quickly.

It was not a long time, but I felt shorter with the sense of the person ahead of me in the big event of the finals.

When he arrived at the stadium, Han Woo-jin sat on a bench set up as a player and glanced around the interior of the tennis court, looking distantly.

The Seogwipo Tennis Court was exciting somewhere.

The finals competed by skilled athletes were always the highlight of the competition's flowers, but not today.

South Korea's sporting events have that kind of atmosphere. When Korean and Japanese players collide, there is a distinctive sense of discipline.

Of course, Japanese athletes couldn't be more excited about it, but all they had to say was that the crowd cheers were great in the one-day game at Korea Home.

‘It's a good atmosphere. ’

Han Woo-jin did not prefer to win for reasons external to his skills, but was not flexible enough to make this kind of benefit uncomfortable.

And spectators' cheering and flirting are just collateral issues. Highly focused athletes are encouraged and able to perform all their skills, while distracted athletes are encouraged and can become discouraged.

In the end, the player's own ability wins or loses. At least Han Woo-jin thought so.

“ … I feel bad. ”

Sitting on the bench next to Han Woo-jin, a short voice came out. A Japanese language you can read without looking back.

It was Okuda Ryosuke.

Did he say, "I'm offended"? ’

He was an out-of-towner in Japanese, but he had many opportunities to speak Japanese in South Korea. The similarity in terms of pronunciation and language system is quite strong. So Hanwoojin understood the meaning of the word Okuda spilled.

Come on, what kind of athlete wants to go into a stadium full of spectators who want to lose?

Hanwoojin grabbed the racket, feeling a little compassion for Okuda. I was going to observe him one last time before the match. The rising status window reveals all of Okuda's information.

Ryosuke, Okuda

Strength 47/HP 56/Agility 53

HP 1980/2240 SP 550/550

Forehand: 13/20

Backhand: 4 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)

Hanwoojin could see that his status window was slightly different from last time. You didn't have to worry about one increase in stamina to be in the error range, but the change in skills was worth caring about.

Backhand level up? ’

It also went up by two. The lower the level, the easier it is to raise, but the harder it is to raise it in the middle of the night. Apparently Okuda was more oriented to complement the backhand than to complete the Pohand Double.

Hanwoojin, who anticipated the rally by adding Okuda's backhand to his mind for a moment, concluded.

‘Not much of a threat. Okuda's style is a strong switch, but what use is the backhand? ’

Okuda had a shorter time to replace her hands than the operating range for hitting the backhand. Then Han Woo-jin thought that it would be better to raise the forehand stroke precision after replacement than to try the backhand.

Of course, it was unknown until it hit the top of the coat.

There were always some things out of the ordinary in the world, and there was no law against Okuda. Rather, I was more likely to be the opponent.

However, Han Woo-jin's work was no different. His standard style wasn't necessarily circumstantial.

[Then from now on! Let the final match of Ahn Dong Futures begin, the finals for Han Woojin and Okuda!]

The rowdy host's voice strikes both players' eardrums. They faced each other without saying a word, and woke up without saying a word.

It wasn't just because I couldn't communicate. What's there to talk about between the players ahead of the game? In a few minutes, you'll be talking to me in a racket on your coat.

Two players walk on a slightly damp blue coat.

* * *

“Yes, I'm just getting started. ”

Shin Se-yeon was sitting at the edge of the audience and talking to someone. She asked one question beyond her cell phone as she watched a series of coin tosses to designate a sub-ticket.

“What do you think of me, Director? ”

The opponent on the other side of her cell phone was a general director of NK products, a tribute. He returned the answer in a steady voice, as always.

[Woojin will win.]

“Do you mind if I explain? ”

Shin Se-yeon was still just a novice agent who was obsessed with theory. In terms of specs, he could not even oversee the awards, but there was nothing like experience in reading the athlete's competencies or trends in the game.

She listens to the tribute director to learn some agent know-how.

because Okuda, a Japanese player, is immature. Woojin is faithful in his fundamentals, so unfinished techniques will be difficult to penetrate.]

“Is Mr. Woojin's ability to score enough? ”

Shin Se-yeon saw that Okuda Ryosuke's switch was highly defensive. Either way, it was possible to retrieve it with a small range of hands, meaning that a time difference was possible to return close to zero.

With her reasonable concerns, the former director replied with a reasonable voice.

[That's why Woojin was chosen for the project. You can't target the world stage just by being ordinary.]

And he paused. It was hard to find words to express the same athlete as Hanwoojin in the experience of the awards ceremony. Sometimes more balls appear than tricky players on textbook based topics. What a surprise.

[Hmmm, one sub is extraordinary and tactical. It's easier to see than hear it.]

Shin Se-yeon recalled a strange sub trajectory that Han Woo-jin used as a decisive play during the previous game. Okuda would also be hard to come by if he could stabilize such a kind of serve.

And Han Woo-jin won a friendly match against Okuda about a full night ago. There was enough room to breach Okuda's defenses.

I looked back at the director's words, and Shin Se-yeon looked down at Han Woo-jin preparing the sub behind a new baseline.

While she was on the phone, the two players were already boiling like volcanoes to their critical point.

“On My Light Han Woo-jin! On My Left Okuda Ryosuke! Han Woo-jin to Serve! ”

The voice of the referee silences the loudly spectators. I couldn't stay on the phone any longer.

“Director, I'll call you back. ”

[Yes, it would be better to have a winning phone call.]

The expression of the semi-confident triumphant director relieved Shin Se-yeon's anxiety a little. She switches the disconnected phone to vibration mode and tucks it into her bag. To keep my mind off things until the end of the game.

was.

The referee shakes his arms wide and declares it to be the same volume as the microphone.

“0: 0! Play!”

The declaration of the start of the match fell, but Han Woo-jin did not move immediately.

He pondered for a moment how to live with the benefits that brought him the sub-sphere.

‘Definitely a vantage point or a double look at Okuda style. ’

If you use Sparrow, it is most definitely an Ace of Service. If you get it, it'll be an awkward ball. Hanwoojin was confident that he would not miss the gap.

However, the latter was also an option worth considering. Genius is a race that transcends many months of crime.

“Phew.”

I didn't have long to think about it.

Han Woo-jin threw the ball up before the referee rushed him. I was going to try it out for a while.

Bam!

Strong flat serve. As soon as the ball hit Okuda's coat, it flew in a straight line, the ball bounced off. It was a stroke that did not have any other characteristics except fast.

Okuda swings her racket at the ball that popped easy. It was also a rebuttal that the standard sub scored and was not strong enough to go.

Bam!

But it was like this the last time. The serve and return are fine, but as the rally continues, gaps have opened up all over Okuda's court. How about this time?

Han Woo-jin's return speeds up. Not to score, but to accelerate the cycle of the rally continued strong strokes. The speed of the ball back and forth between the nets is accelerated at the moment Okuda crashes.

Not yet. Han Woo-jin was convinced by Okuda's face as he twisted it. The time remix of the switch is not fully complimented.

Hanwoojin's racket forcefully knocked down the rally that had come and gone to Pohenman on his right hand.

Bam!

An oppressive beating, straightforward, pushing your body forward. The ball was aimed and pushed into Okuda's left coat.

Okuda moved slowly during a rapid rally, as expected by Hanwoojin. Han Woo-jin suddenly opened his eyes, hoping to bring a racket.

Instead of the left, the body was half-turned to the right.

Huh?

In front of Hanwoojin, who inadvertently shouted out his mouth, the ball was hit by a racket that Okuda wielded. It was like a back-spin blow of a fighter.

Bam!

“15: 0! ”

Okuda's right-handed backhand doesn't give up the net. He stares at the ball rolling over his coat with a furious face. Hanwoojin could see why Okuda had increased her backhand level.

‘Was there a way? ’

The short-term training was challenging to be able to counteract swift thresholds with switches. However, if we could get that backhand to work properly, it would be less precise, but we could prevent the ball from missing at all.

Hanwoojin found himself raised somewhere. To deal with him, Okuda spent more effort on tactics than on her natural talent.

Then they must be rewarded for their efforts.

He tosses the ball back to fly the second sub.

This time, toward a fairly high ball, Han Woo-jin's upper body was turned into a terrifying force.

End of Ahn Dong Futures # 1

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