God of Tennis

Han Woo-jin started leading the game roughly from the first game. The opponent has already lost a lot of health. Then, even if only the mental collapse can end the match easily. He picks up the racket, looking up at the ball.

Sparrow, a large twisted serve.

Paan!

The Sparrow was a ball that John's body might react to, even if it were full. I didn't have to say anything if I was tired.

The ball, which flew with a terrifying force, suddenly snaps its angle and protrudes to the side of the coat. John runs forward late, but by then the ball has already tapped his coat three times.

“Fifteen Love (15: 0)! ”

Hearing the score announcement, Han Woo-jin threw the ball without a moment's hesitation. If health is consumed, John, who was not intact from the beginning, falls out first. If we can't afford each other, the disadvantage would be John, not him.

John grits his teeth, restless and in reverse position. He swallows the filth that was about to protrude out of his mouth, rolling his eyes at Han Woojin. He wasn't the only one who had experience playing in the contest.

What the hell is that? Are you really new? ’

The user's skill in driving the match in a bad direction makes the target feel like an old man. John understood that his trembling legs were not likely to recover from yesterday's violent aftermath. The Asian athlete on the other side of the net is already checking on his condition.

Moreover, the sub just added more anxiety. John couldn't be sure that even if his legs were intact, he would be able to get it.

At least a few games were scary balls that needed to be opened with eyes to see the trajectory.

Paan!

“Thirty Love (30: 0)! ”

The declared service ace score. John gave up the first game and stopped both legs. I was going to let the bridge rest while watching Serve like this.

And noticing that, Han Woo-jin immediately changed the face of Serve. It was because it didn't need to be used on the target that wouldn't react to the sparrow, which consumes SP, grip, etc.

Bam!

Flat Serve, flying in a straight line, bounces up, laughing at the late zone. For John, who was preparing the sparrow and only taking in the snow, he was a lightning bolt in the dry sky.

Forty Love (40: 0)! “

It's already three points, and it's all ace of service. As John Walters had lived in the world of tennis as a pro, it was humiliating to lose a game of Ace of Service to a newcomer like Han Woojin. In front of him, who trimmed his angle and lowered his weight, Han Woo-jin

You turn your shoulders roughly.

Paan!

Thrashing Sparrow again. A ball that I could never get used to hit my coat. John glances at the ball that bounces out of his coat.

It was no different than a scissor. After anticipating what the opponent would pay, he gave up his hand. And Han Woo-jin was quite confident in these simple psychological wars.

“Han Test Game! ”

That's how game one ended.

* * *

I didn't know that Han Woo-jin's dominance, which started from the beginning of the game, would stop. From John's point of view, you must feel like you've been walking down the road from the beginning to the end. He couldn't take a single game and repeatedly lost points.

“Han Test Game! ”

He grabbed the sub-game that returned in his turn again, and Han Woo-jin clenched his slightly roughened breath.

The match with John Walter was going as well as Han Woo-jin had expected. John has almost half his stamina since the beginning. He couldn't have been able to perform properly.

‘You don't... want to quit. ’

Hanwoojin carefully observed John Walter across the street, changing his coat to a score of 50. The breath is rough enough to stir the shoulders, and the forearms holding the racket are slightly trembling.

It was not as good as an empty word. However, John's eyes have not yet weakened.

A player with those eyes doesn't give up. It is useless to continue the rally in anticipation of abstinence. I needed to defeat him thoroughly from start to finish.

“Game 6! John Serving Play! ”

John, who held the ball, looked carefully at Hanwoojin. Despite being a player who had never heard of him, Han Woojin's other matches made him indifferent as a lowranker. And now that I've confronted it myself,

has become more rigid.

Time was never limitless. As John hesitates several times to break the sub-game, the referee urges him.

John!

John nods at the judgment and tosses the ball. I hurriedly threw the ball down to a slightly crooked angle.

But a pro is a pro. If I was not able to cope with such variables with short-term transitions, I could not even dream of making a debut. John bends his wrist at an angle, striking the slice serve.

Bam!

A fiercely curled ball knocked on the service coat. The Pokémon has a lower bounce than I expected because of its exhaustion. Hanwoojin released the ball without moving much further than he expected.

“Fifteen Love (15: 0)! ”

I wasn't aiming for the perfect score anyway. It was a tough situation with a big car, but I didn't intend to go on such reckless adventures at ATP250. I had to save my strength as much as I could and hide my hand and enter the 16th river.

The next opponent is Sid. A top ranker who will come up to your court almost ten thousand years ago. It was foolish to waste your strength trying so hard against John in front of you. Han Woo-jin coldly calculated the profit and loss and waited for the next sub.

Bam!

The right serve came in this time. But does John know? When dealing with the same type of athlete as Hanwoojin, an irregular serve that is close to a mistake works better. The ball is neatly fitted and the trajectory is also clean.

That is, it is easy to be received.

Paan!

“Fifteen All (15: 15)! ”

John's face turned badly when he was next hit with a return ace. Leaving his fatigue in the last match, he seemed to notice that Han Woojin's skill was slightly surpassing him. These returns were not made by luck.

But what more can John do in this situation?

There was no way but to continue the game. John grits his teeth and tosses the ball. The ball protrudes from the strongly slapped racket.

Bam!

‘I'm going to the end. ’

Hanwoojin understood John's stance as he took the flying serve smoothly. John Walter had no intention of quitting the game. I was eager to stay in my coat until the end, even if I lost.

Bam!

“Thirty Fifteen (30: 15)! ”

It's a struggle. John throws the ball back into the hard spot with his back hand. It was a line shot that wouldn't be weird if it was decided to be out. Hanwoojin thought he was out and stopped recklessly, but the referee declared John's score.

‘One set should end here. ’

It was a waste of stamina to give and receive more games. John's health was not recoverable enough to rest between sets, but Han Woo-jin returns close to the start of the match in just 5 to 10 minutes. He quickly wins a set.

The man who opened the gap was wise.

The angled posture of Han Woo-jin sank. It was a posture that exerted strength on both legs to react instantly wherever the sub came from.

Bam!

John's serve was thoroughly close to the table. A flat or sliced spin serve. It was as fast and sharp as a rock, but my imagination was thoroughly bad. In terms of ‘reading’, it is a good Hanwoojin even if it is a veteran level.

It was also a force that could not be utilized because of lack of reflexes, lack of physical ability, and lack of skills that could not keep up with predictions.

‘It's not hard right now. ’

Right now, Han Woo-jin's eyes clearly saw John's flying serve. His reflexes were not the only thing we could pick up, but the speed on the ball reading trajectories and landing points was meaningless. It's what we call a telephone punch when we talk about fighting.

The counters are eventually read out in advance, wait a little, and then hit them hard to turn back.

Bam!

Hanwoojin turned the racket around and returned to John's coat without looking at the ball bound. The rapid series of movements surpassed John Walter's response rate. Like Han Woo-jin, the ball couldn't be retrieved unless he was predicting the ball's alignment.

“Thirty All (30: 30)! ”

John's side was in a hurry as the points regained alignment. He knew better than anyone that the sooner the set was finished, the more advantageous Han Woo-jin would be. The legs that are losing their strength are shaking like they can't get up after sitting on a bench.

It was.

John Walter had every intention of winning, even in the face of disadvantages. He devised a tactic to try to win, and moved to match it.

If it was professional to know how to back down from a clear defeat, it was also professional to not give up in any situation. It was a contradictory story, but it was true. John Walter was playing the game in a really professional manner.

Han Woo-jin liked John's attitude.

‘That's what a pro would do. ’

Of course, he did not blame the abstinence or weakness fighters at a high point in time of bankruptcy. However, I could not like the players who avoid the battle in that way. Maybe it's because Han Woojin didn't live such a life.

Bam!

John Walter's desperate serve was received by Han Woo-jin who ran forward as a rising. The stroke, which would have been a false swing if it had been halfway through, produced a perfect return ace.

Paan!

“Thirty Forty! ”

The score had just reached Hanwoojin's set point. John pushed a set to the overwhelming score, but was just amazed. I also wondered how someone with this level of skill was staying in the lower rankings.

‘With this skill, you'll rank faster. Maybe there's nothing to put back together. ’

John looked at Han Woo-jin with a bitter look. He's 28 years old this year. There were still many years left to play as a player, but advancements in skill were beginning to become difficult.

Hanwoojin and John Walter's increasingly stagnant encounter with him were likely to end today. That made me a little bitter.

“John, are you okay? ”

“… No problem. ”

When he stops moving, John gives a voice to the judgment concerned about what's going on. It seemed like it was hard to stall for more than this.

John throws up, possibly his last ball. And I thrashed the sub as hard as I could.

Bam!

‘Exactly. ’

As expected, John smiled bitterly. Hanwoojin was already waiting for the ball, even before he had recovered from his sub punch position. It also meant that he was reading in advance where the ball was going to fall.

And so far, the perfect timing returns.

Bam!

You can't have this.

John pauses, complaining to himself. Then the fiercely flying ball pounds the open coat like a whip.

So, one set is done.

“Han Test Game! Set won by Ujin Han, 60! ”

I heard it was a perfect score. He didn't make it specifically, but it turned out that way. Hanwoojin walked toward the bench with the sound of an alarm sounding like always in one ear.

[Overwhelming Play! For the first time ever in the headquarters of the ATP250 league, the lowest stat goes up by 1.]

[Overwhelming Play! Skills used to win a game at the base of the ATP250 League increase greatly in XP.]

[Dropshot level has increased by 1.]

'I also get a lot.'

Hanwoojin, who was holding his head back and checking the status window, realized one thing was different before the game. He twists his slightly stiff neck and mutters.

“... I feel better now. ”

There was a new complexion in my head that was clear.

The End

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