God of Tennis

“Nice to meet you. I've heard a lot from the director. ”

Kim Hyeong reached out his hand with a big smile. His slightly raised beard makes his impression a little rough. Hanwoojin hesitates for a moment and holds hands. I couldn't believe the man in front of me was that Kim Hyung.

Knowing that name from, I was looking for a match.

“… Han Woo-jin. ”

No matter what you try to say, my neck is locked. Impressed? Repented? I was cut off by a short self-introduction because of the unacceptable emotion. Seems like a traditional tradition to me. He stabbed Hanwoojin in the side with a great elbow.

“Shit, you're early now? ”

“Director...”

It was a time when Han Woo-jin couldn't help but be embarrassed by his sudden interruption in the conversation. As if he was familiar with such a tribute, he dropped a bomb on Kim Hyeong.

“Shape, you need to get a little nervous this time? ”

“What's the matter? ”

With his eyes wide open, I was the one who gave the director a satisfactory reaction back. However, the few words that followed showed a genuinely surprised expression.

“He said he was going to beat you. It would be a shame if the underling caught you. ”

“Go, Director! ”

“... Phew. ”

Kim looked at Han Woo-jin with a look of unknown meaning. It didn't seem angry. At least it wasn't a scratchy gesture for the arrogant follower.

Rather, he was impressed with his inner self. Who has challenged him since he reached the top of tennis in Korea? Before Han Woo-jin, not a single person was seen.

“You're looking forward to it. ”

“Right?"

Han Woo-jin glanced around because he didn't know English, but the traditional ceremony and Kim Hyung-yeong only laughed as they shared their own connection. The former director, who was in the war zone, had known Kim for a long time. Counter Concerns About Declining Tennis in South Korea

I was trying to share.

That's when the director showed up to expect him? Then, there was only one analogy that Kim could make. It meant that he had found the qualities that could break through the walls of the world.

Kim, who had organized his thoughts, was delighted to throw a pranky horse at the strange successor.

“Why should I be afraid of you? Please be gentle on your coat. ”

“Please take good care of me. ”

The former director smiles as he watches you face to face. He looked so stiff as an old man that he was so fresh. I thought you were in a bad relationship, but you're like a kid who met Santa in relation to Kim Hyeong.

There.

No, is it different? ’

It was not like I could see my senior. It was like meeting someone who had been admiring me since I was a child. But that was all the director could find out. No one could have known about Han Woo-jin.

The three of them returned to the venue with nothing to talk about. Han Woo-jin had no reason to join the athlete's waiting room because the game had been left behind today. The three separated from the corridor and went into the waiting room.

On the way back to the audience, the tribute spoke to him with a hesitant face.

“Woojin, did you know the shape? ”

“Who doesn't know how to play Kim Hyung? ”

“Knng...”

From what I've heard, so have I. However, there was a difference in perception that could not be narrowed between the tribute and the rainfall. As a middleweight, it was Korea's saw, and the accumulation of emotions accumulated over a decade.

One was wrapped up in an unsolved question, and the other was struck by the admirer.

They returned to the audience.

* * *

At around 10 am, the main line of Seoul Open began with a light greeting from the facilitator. An unnamed foreigner and several South Korean players sat in the waiting seat, touching their rackets and arranging their condition.

The scorching summer sun lowered the audience seat; however, the seats of the three men were subtly shadowed. But it's still hot. Stealing sweat from his forehead, Shin Se-yeon looked down at his coat just as the first match had begun.

“This Seoul Open is a great athlete. ”

“Well, yeah. ”

According to Shin Se-yeon, the award ceremony heavily nodded and accepted. Typically, the Korean Challenger League was rarely attended by top ranked players. Will there be at most one or two players in the top 100? That much could be said.

But this time it was a little different. Five rankers in the 100th place, and Sid in the 200th place as well. Unlike the 32nd river, a fierce rally was expected.

“… Se-yeon, what's the number of matches for Kim Hyung? ”

“Wait a minute.”

She took out a march and looked into it and found Kim's name. Seed numbers were so far ahead that it didn't take long to find them. Shin Se-yeon told me the order, pointing out her name with a thin finger.

“That's the second one. It's the first one, Sidra or whatever. ”

“Next game...”

Han Woo-jin didn't even have a match, but he squirmed his hand as he moved his racket. I was looking forward to the level of Kim Hyung's status window.

Before the birth of Wimbledon, he was Korea's most immutable prince. Kim Hyeong is the player who woke up Korean tennis when there was no one in the world. I couldn't wait.

Perhaps because of that expectation, the first match only felt slow. Even the sub and even the strangest strokes that lightly exceeded 180 hours did not attract his eyes. That's what people's minds are. Pay attention to what you care about behind the back

You will not.

“Match won by Gunho Lee!"

It was fluent in English.

A foreign woman, whether a referee from the association, was raising her voice in the referee's seat. I was impressed with his half-counted gray hair, if he had any experience. Han Woo-jin turned to Shin Se-yeon and asked. The agent knows more clearly than the player.

It was a story to be told.

“That referee, must be the one from the association? ”

“Maybe so. When Seoul opens...”

“Well, no, of course not. It's one of the biggest competitions in this shit-sized country. ”

The director interrupted the conversation with a quiet voice. He was making a grumpy face. It was not a malice against a foreign judge. Han Woo-jin felt like he knew what he was complaining about.

“The biggest competition? ”

“Yes!”

He replied roughly and chewed his gums. There were no ATP tours in Korea. The Challenger League became the biggest competition, and the Busan Open and Seoul Open were the largest.

The tribute couldn't help but complain. No matter how desperate the challenger is, does it make sense? I didn't even know what it meant for the Korean Tennis Association, which did not have any ATP tours.

“Don't you think Korean players are being ignored overseas? All of Asia, but more of Korea! I'm sad that I don't have a name, but they don't even know which country Korea is stuck in. ”

“… of course. ”

I felt it at the Mets Open. when the Korean name is introduced, there is a mysterious voice in the audience. It was not yet said that South Korea was looking beyond the backward trend through economic growth. And three named tennis.

In the field, Korea was difficult to beat at the level of developing countries.

“He's still in shape, but he's 30 now. It's a hard age to see up here. ”

His voice was exhausted. He spent years trying to change the world he had dedicated his life to. Even Kim, who was his only hope, wandered to find a new light at the end of his heyday.

And I found two of them.

“... You said it was a hypothetical statue, right? ”

“Yes.”

My voice grows weaker as I vomit my emotions. Han Woo-jin answered, empowering his share. What the tribute was expecting was not good grades. It was a proof of talent that would change the perception of tennis in Korea beyond the giant Kim Hyung.

The tribute raised its head. The blooming gaze makes me realize that he still hasn't given up. A sparkling voice flows out.

“Show me you can take his place." No, I can aim for more than that. ”

“I understand.”

While the conversation between the heavy men was going on, Shin Se-yeon was swallowing the horse calmly. I was a member of the same sport, but I couldn't keep up with the depths of the two. It was a sense of distance that existed between the player and the agent after leaving both men and women.

But she found a way to talk. It was because I could see the players playing the next match standing on their coats. An American named José. And then...

“Kim Hyung Athlete. ”

The two people who responded to Shin Se-yeon's voice almost simultaneously turned their heads. It was a deep name that meant something to Han Woo-jin and to the award ceremony and Kim Hyung-hyung. Earlier, he was stiffening his face as he was talking with a big smile. Fight Now

It was the face of a professional.

‘Let's see. ’

Hanwoojin reaches out to the racket with his arms placed next to him. This was the right time. Right before the start of the match, the best time to compare the competencies of two players.

As the rubber grip of the racket fills his grip, a myriad of letters and numbers pop into his head.

Kim Hyeong

Strength 58/HP 61/Agility 59

HP 1820/2440 SP 750/750

Forehand: 13/20

Backhand: 11/20

Sub-Level: 11/20

Bali Level: 10/20

Smash Level: 10/20

Dropshot Level: 12 of 20

Robe Level: 10/20

Special Skills:??? (??)

Isaac Jose

Strength 65/HP 60/Agility 56

HP 2150/2400 SP 610/610

Forehand: 12/20

Backhand: 7/20

Sub-Level: 11/20

Bali Level: 7 of 20

Smash Level: 11/20

Drop Shot Level: 7 of 20

Robe Level: 6/20

Special Skill: None

Perhaps it was because it was adjacent, the status window of the two players came together. Han Woo-jin first wondered about Kim's ability and his lower values than he thought, and he was amazed at his meticulously balanced skill level.

‘Thorough Balance Type… All but one sub are higher level than me. ’

And he immediately blinded himself to Jose's stats. He is a white man with a thick forearm with a very high strength level. However, his agility level was somewhat lower than his strength. Han Woo-jin met a player with this skill once.

He was the owner of a stat similar to the opponent Robert Fabian, whom he faced in the first round of the Mets Open.

“You have one strength. ”

The awards ceremony greatly identified the athlete's features, just by Jose's appearance. It was not as precise an analysis as the status window, but anyone could tell that he was a player with extraordinary powers. It was gross that the arm holding the racket twitched.

The two of them bounce coins between the referees, returning to Jose's seat. They greeted each other in short English and went back to the end of their coats. Afterwards, the referee stood up and declared in a resounding voice.

“Hyungtae Kim on My Right! Isaac Jose on My Left! Jose to Serve! ”

After a short pause, she swings her arms to the left and to the right with an age-appropriate force.

Love All (0: 0)! Play! ”

It was a declaration of beginning.

End

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