God of Tennis

The moment everyone who was watching the match lost their horses, only commentators were true to their duties. It is their job not to stop talking no matter what.

Park Sung-jin, who opened his mouth with a reaction close to the spinal reflexes, burst into admiration before anyone else. Afterwards, the two commentators added a crescent. It was an expression of pure admiration, without any official words.

Amazing return, player Max! I shouldn't have called you a German prodigy! Who else could there be such a ridiculous return?

No, does that even make sense? The ball was completely in the opposite direction of the body. Plus, you must have been one beat late and made a perfect return, what a marvelous speed!

A movement worthy of the name of the beast, Max Muller! It's a really scary reflex! It's understandable that the Germans would chew him up, even with all that noise going around.

The youngest Cha Soo-hyun, Park Sung-jin and Shin-chan, had already been living with tennis for over a decade. I've seen a lot of matches, and I've found more than two orders of genius players in them.

But from their eyes, Max Muller's reflexes were off the charts. Literally, the expression "evil gift" matched.

And now, there was someone who was even more shocked than anyone else.

It was Okuda Ryosuke who was struck by an unexpected counterattack on the other side of the court.

No way! ’

No matter how much I thought about it, it was the perfect timing counter.

Even if I gave him a few chances, there was no guarantee that he could strike like before. After beating Hanwoojin once, he was confident that the 2 hand style, refined over and over again by training, would work against the world rankers.

But his confidence was only blocked from the first rally. Ignoring the opponent and underestimating the opponent, a player with a backward mind. Okuda could not tolerate it.

“" Don't be ridiculous...! ”

Excitement aroused the insult and confusion that had been uncovered from the first round of style that had been confident just before the match. Perhaps at a young age, he even felt the illusion that his eyelids were getting hot.

Okuda throws the ball high and hits him with his weight. Rather than the perfect pose, slightly unbalanced pose gives more strength. But after that, the relaxation to get the return and continue the rally is gone.

Bam!

An intense sub. The invisible sub burrows Max's coat at a speed of 191 kilometers per hour beyond the limit of strength.

It was the pace at which Okuda had surpassed the sub's restraints by several stages. It was a change in the level to be aware of if you tried to read the ball through accumulated experience or records. It was an unintended completion control.

However, the opponent is a monster who plays systematic tactics with one untainted instinct. I couldn't get my head around common sense, and I didn't have any logic.

Paan!

It's the repetition of the previous rally. Max leaps out in front of the great sub and swings the racket.

I keep up with the ball that people who want to know tennis thought would be hard to get. A tingling sense of speed that perfectly responds to any target, from front to back. I felt like I set the leopard free, not a human.

“Love Thirty (0: 30)! ”

The ball comes back to Rising, and there's no way to get it. Okuda lost another point. At the first rally, Max proved to me by giving me a score that it wasn't a coincidence.

Ah! Looks like Okuda has lost his cool, right? Seems like he got hit in a row from the first game, so he's confused about planting.

It's seen a lot by inexperienced athletes. Okuda says this tournament is her first ATP tournament, and I hope she doesn't get traumatized.

What would Max Muller be up against? And I think it's really important to look at this. Why is it so sudden?

It was as the commentators said.

Okuda was good enough to raise her grades on the ATP tour. It wasn't aimed at winning or semi-winning, but it was worth it if it was 16 or 8. But I was just unlucky.

From the meadow, Okuda's match with a monster named Max Müller began to sink into the muck as it flowed.

“Game Max! ”

The sub-game, the first game was also braked. From preemptive disadvantages to psychological shocks, there was nothing to support Okuda.

Paan!

“Fifteen Love (15: 0)! ”

The subsequent sub-game of Max pushes Okuda into a pinch, but more and more definitively. Rally takes place, but you can't win points. That's how we monitor what the real difference is.

If you overcome it with one overwhelming skill, you can only win if you break it. But if you're unilaterally pushed from a rally that's made up of all the technologies, it's a thorough problem.

Along with Okuda, who was getting paler and paler, there were a few people hardening their faces. Hanwoojin, a Korean athlete who came up to the audience and looked down at his coat, was also one of them. Looking at the flow of the game with his expressionless face, he did not understand a series of

I frowned as I looked back at the process.

I don't get it. No matter how much I think about it, I keep repeating the impossible. ’

Hanwoojin was able to calibrate the agility readings of over 60 and even determine the invisible gap between the two players.

Max and Okuda exchanged their balls for the gap, keeping their distance from each other. And Marks sometimes returns the ball to its obvious trajectory, and Okuda does not miss a clear gap.

The problem was then.

‘I'm still one step behind. And yet you can return at the perfect time. ’

If Max had deliberately led the counter and taken it back to the counter, he wouldn't have questioned this. But it wasn't. Max lacked purely technical competence and as a result gave Okuda a counter opportunity.

But the counter doesn't work.

The gaps in Okuda's eyes, as well as Hanwoojin's, standing on his coat, suddenly turn into the jaws of a tiger and bite. What do you mean, you never miss a two-hand stroke counter over 200 an hour?

Max Muller's movements were a few steps away from Hanwoojin's head. He put a number in his mouth that allowed him to guess the reason.

“67…. ”

Agility 67. That's what it is.

I felt nothing but horror. Overpower counters with restraints exceeding 200 km in late response. It was the ability to reach the realm of demons, in which the phrase "trailing agent" was to be used.

If Han Woo-jin were now in Max's place, would he be able to play like that?

‘At least I can't. ’

The answer soon came out. Max was a creature of instinct. It was a game where the body finds the answer by itself, without any process of thinking about what to do. He was the opposite of Han Woo-jin who rolled his head as far as he could.

A new score scored 6. Okuda, who swept away all the points in an instant, looked at the electric board with a blank face as the scores were changing in real time.

“Game Max! Set won by Max Muller, 60! ”

That's how one set was stopped.

“… a monster. ”

“Well, I see. ”

When Shin Se-yeon, who was losing her horse next to her, said that, Han Woo-jin replied without much emotion, because his conclusion that he had chased with his eyes all set was the same. That was something you couldn't accomplish without being born.

Maybe even if it wasn't tennis, wouldn't it be world-class? On the same side as boxing, I could aim for a high level of outboxer. Reflexes were the best talent in all sports.

“What do you think, Woojin? Is there room for redemption for two sets of Okuda players? ”

“Well…. ”

Han Woo-jin silenced for a moment. Does Okuda really have a hand that can break Max Muller's eccentric style? It was unknown, but the odds were never high. So I decided to turn the answer the other way.

“I don't like my imagination. ”

“Fantasy?”

Shin Se-yeon opened her eyes in a round voice. With a smile on his face, Han Woo-jin explained his idea of the game.

“The best thing about Okuda is that she has a switch where she can switch between her hands, and a two-handed style where she can swing from side to side. A counter-style optimized for stabbing your opponent in the throat. ”

“But?”

Bondi finds it interesting to hear what other people have to say. I was interested, but I didn't have to say anything that I didn't know. Shin Se-yeon shrugged her head and listened.

“That doesn't really work right now. Wherever he hits, Max catches up. All the advantages of Okuda players are twisted and blocked. If we continue like this, we won't be able to fight back until the end. ”

From Okuda's perspective, it was truly a senseless prophecy. However, Han Woo-jin's words made sense, and it was reasonable for anyone to hear it. Eventually, the game went as he said.

* * *

“Game Max! 60, 61! ”

The referee swings both sides to conclude the winner and loser of the match. The two players stood on their coats in a completely opposite look and pose. The face of Okuda that seemed to have escaped his soul was very contrasting with the face of Max that seemed to glow.

Hanwoojin caught the mischief as he watched Okuda going down his coat with a disdainful look.

‘How unfortunate.’

The word 'woe' was more appropriate than the word 'woe'. Today's game was just as miserable for Okuda. Hanwoojin looked at Okuda's back, looking back at the game that had ended in just 45 minutes.

1 set 60, 2 set 61.

Winning one game in two sets was either because Max stopped moving because he had been running for a long time or because his feet hurt. The performance doesn't seem like a worthy opponent. It deeply wounds Okuda's pride.

Okuda's menthol, which was shaking badly, was completely destroyed as a result of the game and left the remaining games in vain.

This was the result of a cold merit difference. Max clearly dominated Okuda in his play. Technically, short or not, points are a measure of skill, and winning or losing proves a pro.

… but,

‘I don't like it. ’

Max doesn't want to shake hands with Okuda. No, he didn't even give me a look. He deliberately continued to ignore it as if it wasn't worth it. That attitude was never about manners and fair play.

I was suspicious of whispering something in my ear just before the game. Okuda didn't protest, and she didn't do anything that left any evidence.

And it was then.

Did he get stabbed in the eye by Han Woo-jin?

Max suddenly turns his head as he performs towards the audience without stepping off his coat. It was as if he had known he had been there from the beginning.

What the hell?

Max and Hanwoojin's gaze met. The two of them did not avoid the eye a bit. Hanwoojin's eyes sparkled like a beast and had an inorganic sheen like metal. They keep staring at each other like they're having a nervous breakdown.

There.

It was Max who had to go down the coat. Suddenly, he raises his right hand and raises his thumb to slit his throat. It was a simple gesture that anyone could know what it meant.

“Ha.”

That's not funny.

Han Woo-jin thought so. However, his expressionlessly stiff face did not even flinch. Only a bloodline rises from his right forearm, which held a grip on a sanda racket. I was a nervous, honest body reaction.

It was time to put an arrow through a monster named Max Müller at the 16th Precinct, where skill upgrades were completed.

The End

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