God of Tennis

James Cooper's main skill is the drop shot and robe. His drive sub eventually only adds tricks from both technologies to the sub. Perhaps that's why you have a low level of sub-skills.

Han Woo-jin, who judged like that, got into position. It was definitely a threat, but it was not an unbreakable ball. As the curve was too severe, there was a predictable category.

A fleeing ball that specializes in targeting the outside, not inside the service coat. If the opposing Pokémon turns their backs and runs, this is the only way to do it without looking back.

Bam!

Finally, the sub has flown again. Hanwoojin noticed a strange rotation hanging from the ball with his thinning eyes. A sub that bends to the point where it takes a little too long to bend. James' skills were excellent, even though he was the enemy.

However,

"I see it!"

Hanwoojin opened his eyes. It caught a glimpse of the aura just before the ball curved. James' serve was great, but ultimately it was just a borrower that brought about the principles of other technologies. It was inevitable that the depth was shallow.

Hanwoojin's center of gravity, which was on both thighs, leaned to the right, and his left leg began to lean, forcefully pushing him off the ground.

Strength is never limited to the arm. The strength of the legs, the awakening, was also a concept. Hanwoojin's body leapt into the service coat as hard as it could.

Fang

I heard a slight sound. It was because he was too late to hold the ball in a position. However, the ball that hit my racket barely crossed the net and returned to James' coat.

And James didn't move. He opens his mouth slightly and stares at his first return serve.

“Love Fifteen (0: 15)! ”

But the judgment did not stop. The old Englishman declared Hanwoojin's return ace with a resounding voice. Deng Dal, the Korean commentators also cheered.

We're finally on the move, Hanwoojin! We didn't move in two games just to get our momentum! It was a great return as if saying!

It was a very valid choice, whether or not they were aiming for it, but dropping shots at a James player they didn't know would accept. Isn't that right, car commentary?

That's right. It's too late to run away. James's stunned face is impressive. Makes me realize I hit the right one.

The timing was a little off, so I took a non-Bourne's drop shot, but it was surprisingly a great choice. The Pokémon doesn't have the same stunt as a drop shot. Plus, the drop is one of James' specialties. And now that the sub's broken, there's no way to shake the mental faculties.

I did.

Hanwoojin looks at the opposing team as he loosens his slight creaking ankle while moving roughly. James grabs the ball and quietly looks down at it. Did he hold a grudge against the ball that betrayed him? It was not known as Han Woo-jin.

But a professional is a professional. After returning to his expressionless face, James again tosses the ball. However, the posture was ordinary. Whether the drive has already been useful, James strikes down a thoroughly formal serve.

Bam!

"Flat"?

Moderate speed, moderate trajectory. Even though it's okay, the only serve came flying in. As well as Han Woo-jin, any such serve is familiar with the body. Hanwoojin's racket, which moves at a level close to reflexes, bursts into flames.

Bam!

But it is also careless. Hanwoojin, who caught James digging to the foothills of the net, twitches his eyebrows. It's too late to deal with it.

Tong...

Lightly bouncing the racket, even a clean move pushes the ball away. The ball that touched James' racket rolls over Hanwoojin's coat, losing all its power.

“Fifteen All (15: 15)! ”

Hanwoojin regained his mind when he saw the point of returning to the alarm tax. His awakening is merely a sub-skill, not the focus of the opponent. I didn't even get a good look at the dropshots and robes that mattered to my nature. Successful return in exchange for relaxation.

The advantage you've gained has collapsed.

‘Well, let's do it. ’

A fierce and participating ATP tour after all. Even if the level drops a little, it is not an area that can be compared to some sort of challenger. Participants were professional athletes from each country who proved their skills in their own way.

Hanwoojin, who was pulling the mouth fiercely, lowered his posture as if he was getting excited. Even if the opponent throws a drop shot and robes, there's no way out. Rather, in psychological warfare, he was also quite confident.

Fights where winning or losing is determined by who stakes the opponent.

And Han Woo-jin was a battle dog that no one could beat as much as he had rolled out of the gutter.

* * *

One set ended with a score of 64, with both athletes failing to adequately respond to each other's skills. Hanwoojin is a little dominant, but not overwhelming.

Still, the flow was steadily changing, and it was the rainy side that started noticing the change first in two sets.

‘... You're getting used to each other. ’

No matter how great a skill is, it accumulates experience and adapts over time. As well as the sub speeds of Hanwoojin, James's drop and robe skills were also not at a level that could escape the framework of common sense.

One of Hanwoojin's new Service Aces stopped recording, and James' drop or robe had also lost its point determination for a long time. The rising rally was changing to a stage where two athletes were competing against the fundamental forces of the game.

[Skill Upgrade Progress: 95%]

Han Woo-jin kicked his tongue as he watched the progress almost complete. James has already adapted to his service. Seems like last time we made 100% progress in this game.

It was foolish of me to focus my strength on the sub. Han Woo-jin didn't want to be a fool who missed out on bigger things than smaller ones. Now that Serve had lost his score, all he needed to see was a win in this race.

“Game James! ”

James, who won his sub-game, vomited a breath he was holding back. The score is 42. It was different from the one set that didn't know each other very well. Overall, James, who was pushed from skill, was walking down the ramp smoothly.

Hanwoojin grabbed the ball handed to him with a grumpy face. Of course, the brakes in the sub-game were difficult. The serve is the start of a rally while taking the lead. It's only natural that the person with the right to take the lead.

It was.

And now that right has returned to Han Woo-jin. It was almost time to finish the game. He will advance to the 16th in just two more games. I didn't have to drag the game and accumulate fatigue.

“Game 7, Test Han Serving Play! ”

At about the same time as the Declaration of Judgment, the ball flew in the sky. It is meaningless to try your hand at a situation that has already been undermined. Hanwoojin simply quickly knocked out the normal flat sub.

Bam!

Less than a set, but still pretty quick detention. The ball that sliced through the wind is blocked by James, who protruded as if he had waited. Han Woo-jin had to choose again how many times he faced the choice.

Drop or Rob? ’

If it's a drop, the user reacts after the target hits, then it's too late. The dropshot bounce is very low and you need to narrow it down before you hit Bali or Halfvalley.

But what if it's Rob, not the drop? If I anticipated the drop and ran away, I would have to flip it over my head and make a ridiculous mistake with the ball falling behind my back.

James' strength was right here.

The cruel technology that caused Miss Judgment to almost certainly lose points for a moment was admirable.

If Han Woo-jin hadn't noticed his habits, the game would have been really difficult.

‘My shoulder went down. Rob? "

A light bouncing drop, a parabolic lobe that lifts the ball into trajectory, eventually shows the difference in preparation. No matter how hard you try to hide the aura, it is impossible to hide it completely if the opposing Pokémon's mind and eyes are wide open.

Pang...

James' racket painted the arc as expected. The gently punched robe rises high into the sky, and Han Woojin stops trying to move forward and crashes his coat. Although the Sparrow was sealed, he had another special skill.

A ball that cannot be used unless the opponent flies it overhead. For the first time lately, bullets have been blazing from Hanwoojin's racket.

Boom!

The ball drops its coat with a terrifying burst. James struggles to get it, and the high ball falls far out of his coat.

“Fifteen Love (15: 0)! ”

Two players changed their faces at the same time. Light on one side, dark on the other. It was a way to show which way the balance of the battle was tilted.

Just as the magician who discovered the trick loses its usefulness, the technique that read the aura is meaningless. The world of battle is defeated by those who reveal their bottom first. And first of all, it was James' side that flooded the basin.

Han Woo-jin hurled the next ball without hesitation. His racket opened up the air without hesitation.

* * *

In the heart of Shenzhen City, China was full of sprawling buildings. The large corporations from around the world, as well as the diverse tourist attractions, were also well-equipped for tourist arrivals.

One of the five star luxury suites. There, a man stares down at the ground naked.

“It's a pretty good view. Don't you think, Ed? ”

The body seems to show that it is not unusual. The blood vessels between the raised deltoid and the dorsal muscles on the back plate were ugly enough to look more like beasts than humans.

However, a bottle of wine held in his right hand broke the labor. A bald man called Ed, approaches with a vicious face and grabs the bottle he was holding.

“Max! I told you not to drink during the tournament! ”

“Whoa, don't get excited. That's a low dose anyway, but a bottle is fine, right? ”

Unlike Ed, who had his white face red like a tomato, Max was relaxed to the end. In fact, he wasn't drunk at all. The amount of alcohol was also the main amount, but the body that was trained close to the limit does not make any errors in its function without any amount of alcohol.

Max was a German monster who had been ranked 62nd in the world in just two years since he started tennis. His natural talent has made him promising, and he has brought down numerous rankers before even his skills can be refined.

But his extraordinary talents did not reach his personality. Max was always as excited as he could be, and Ed, who was his agent and coach, always had a hard time.

Now he ignores his accustomed inference, and Ed plugs a wire into the camera he brought with him and connects it to the TV. I felt like playing a video file that I had recorded. Max looks out the window and asks with a curious face.

“What, did you get porn? ”

“Why would you take that? Don't bullshit me. Sit up straight and look at this. We've only recorded players that are worth noting. ”

“Ahhh!”

Max lies face down on the couch. Edgar makes you look, but to be honest, he's a pain in the ass. There was no higher ranking athlete in the competition, and it was just a tour of China.

Two players began to move over the blue coat that appeared on the TV, and the playback time of the video was over a new two hours.

“Ahem.”

It was as I thought.

Max stretched his yawn out, rubbing his teary eye area and loosening his dull eyes.

The players were nothing, and the skills that were nothing bored me. I just wanted to close my eyes, but I couldn't because of someone who was changing their teeth next to me.

How long do I have to watch this? ’

It was shortly after that that Max, who was bored to death, woke up.

“… Ed. ”

“Huh?"

Edge leans against the wall and looks surprised. It was not enough that Max, who had fallen asleep, was stiffening his relaxed face. He reflectively shifts his gaze to the screen that Max was watching.

“Ah, Mr. Han?"

“Han? Is that the player's name? ”

“Hmm... I think it was a last name. I don't know. Oriental names are complicated. ”

But Max didn't care. He squeezes his loosened pupils as he looks at Han Woojin beating a sub on his coat. The body that was widely loosened comes back tense, and the muscles that were dripping with alcohol swell tightly.

It was like a beast preparing for a leap. Ed swallows his saliva without even knowing it.

"What, Max is such a tasteful opponent? ’

Agents and players have different points of view. There were overlaps, but there were often players who could look deeper. Maybe this time, too. What Edgar didn't see, Max was able to see.

“Nationality? China? Or Japan?"

“Wait... It's Korea. Have you ever heard of it? ”

“Nothing. That's where Asia is anyway. I just asked you once. Maybe it's some kind of Oriental American thing, right? ”

“Hmm, that, too. ”

In their conversation, an insult to the Asian athletes was instilled naturally. It was not particularly offensive, but it was a traversing atmosphere because the position of Asian athletes in the tennis community was so narrow.

Max grins fiercely. There was something to chew on at the playground. For him, tennis was also a kind of entertainment. I can't help but feel like I have someone to enjoy.

“Han...”

One new road lay open and he saw Han Woo-jin on the screen rolling his eyes only. The face sank deeper than the young face was impressive. With his nose, Max reveals his teeth, laughing at the impression of even weight.

“That's Asian tremors. ”

End

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