God of Tennis

“Well, Mr. Han doesn't seem to know his place yet. ”

“What position? ”

A curious answer came back towards Han Woo-jin who had reacted with a curious voice. He tilted his head lightly, not knowing what was in English. It was strange for a stranger to think of himself as a great opponent, but the context of the conversation continues.

I was not.

Did I misunderstand something? No, Se-yeon will take care of it. ’

At first, I felt that his English proficiency had been misinterpreted by Marcos. However, if there had been such a problem, Shin Se-yeon would not have remained silent to watch right behind. I would have naturally stepped forward and taken the story instead. It meant that there was nothing wrong with his interpretation and the current conversation.

Marcos points at his forehead with a slightly exaggerated gesture as he looks like there's really no place for Hanwoojin.

“Oh, I really don't know. Was that what I looked like last year? Hmm, this will make the story a little longer. ”

He puts his chin weight on the side of Hanwoojin, the chief, and leans slightly. The impression of just stopping by disappeared completely, and there was a young man full of interesting colors there.

“Mr. Han is a pretty hot player these days. Well, the story started spinning around November last year. ”

“Last November…"

At Marcos' words, Han Woo-jin recalled briefly, meaning the end of last season in November 2006. And to think back to that time, there was only one memory that came to mind.

Tokyo Open, the first ATP500 league of all time, the most powerful monster you've ever encountered.

“… Roger. ”

“That's it! ”

Marcos responds with a joyful gesture, even if he picks up a murmur in a small voice. How loud was the sound he answered with a single clap, Han Woojin blinked without even knowing it.

Whether he knew his reaction or not, Marcos began vomiting with enthusiastic gaze.

“It wasn't exactly a topic for four ATP500 league players. I don't mean to belittle Mr. Hahn, but you can see him as much as you want. ”

“Hmm. ”

It may have been rude, but Hanwoojin only flinched once. because it was true.

In fact, they were treated as the best Lukini in Korea and in all time, they were merely ordinary talents in countries classified as tennis powerhouses. At the age of just 20 and 21, where she won the Grand Slam, Han Woo-jin was just acting out of nowhere.

He was just an Asian.

However, there was another variable in his assessment.

A variable named Roger Pedro, considered to be the best player in the history of tennis.

“But it's not the same story for the fighter who put up a fight with Roger. In fact, ATP500 is not important. The emperor and some of the games he's been playing have been evaluated by Mr. Han. ”

Having heard that, Han Woo-jin understood what situation he was in. Why would a high ranker, about Marcos, come looking for him like this and make sense of the strange surroundings he felt earlier?

‘In short, I was also a little attracted to the emperor. ’

Isn't it a little different from the dead?

Han Woo-jin thought, feeling like someone else's story somewhere.

His name was Roger Pedro, so much so that he got some of the attention that even he fought against him. If it had been in vain, it wouldn't have happened, but it was a drag to the Tybrake.

The people who were only looking at your emperor could barely keep their eyes open.

Besides,

Pretending to look elsewhere for a moment, Han Woo-jin glances at Marcos, staring at him right next door. His gaze is intense as if a hole had been pierced in his face before. At first, I thought he was an original, but there's no reason

It was hard to find attention or attention.

"Search. I can't believe I'm going through all this. ’

My mouth twitched. Do you think Han Woo-jin, who always looks at someone in the shadows, will be "exploring" against top rankers like Marcos? Because he was always unilaterally looking up at the strong with the weak eye.

Regrets were deeper and deeper.

Coming to explore the opponent in the first place was the same thing as recognizing each other as equal. This encounter proved that he was an equal athlete on the stage.

“So, how did you feel about meeting the protagonist? ”

Hanwoojin asked. I looked at Marcos from the front, looking at him as if he was peeling off his skin.

In his non-experience, it was meaningless to bend and enter like this. The opposing Pokémon has already judged themselves equal in strength. I didn't have to lower or elevate myself for nothing.

“F-Haha! Oh, my God, they spotted us! ”

But Marcos was no ordinary man.

He gives a joyful smile, waving his flesh against a firm muscle. It's not cool to take the crap out of things like this. The thin face repeatedly crumpled and stretched with a cheerful smile compared to the slightly fat body.

And as he laughed for a moment, he suddenly made a serious face and heavily lowered his gaze that was floating.

“Well, to be honest, at first it was just interesting. I thought there were a lot of players out there, a lot of them, a lot of them, and I thought it was the same thing again. However," ”

Marcos shifts his cold, shifting eyes, like when he was smiling brightly. His voice erased the aura that had been before, and produced a cool sound like the autumn wind.

“ … I saw myself last year in Mr. Hahn. ”

Despite the hot air, a chill occurred. Hanwoojin felt slightly overwhelmed by the atmosphere of the player in front of him. It was not just the enthusiasm among the players. It was an unusual level of determination, as if something was going on.

As soon as Hanwoojin turned his head, Marcos stood up. He wipes the cold look off his face that he was just building and smiles back.

“That's all, Mr. Han. I'll see you on the mainline. ”

“Oh, yes. Next."

The shifting expression and atmosphere broke Hanwoojin's mind. Marcos grimaces one eye with a smile and starts walking toward the exit of the stadium as he shakes his hand. Look at his cold, distant back.

Hanwoojin, who just didn't know what it was, felt a bit overwhelmed.

‘Emotions are well expressed... but I can't feel him. ’

Marcos did not hide his emotions from the servants at all times. When I was joyful, I even lowered my voice, shaking my whole face when I was angry. If that were an act, there would be no controversy, even if it gave the Raspberry Confederacy. Face

Also, there seemed to be some pretty good insights.

While thinking about Marcos for a moment, he realizes that this concern is useless. There's a Dr. Chuck right next door. Why do you keep making uncertain assumptions?

Han Woo-jin opened his mouth to Shin Se-yeon, who was silent all the time.

“Se-yeon, can you tell me about Marcos? ”

“Well, personally, it's a little shocking that Mr. Ujin doesn't know Marcos Bodyshi. ”

In fact, she smiled slightly. He seemed genuinely shocked by the fact that he didn't know Marcos. If Shin Se-yeon could say so, he would be quite a knowledgeable player, but Han Woo-jin really didn't remember anything. Probably.

He seemed to be one of the few players he hadn't noticed in the past.

Shin Se-yeon pulled out a file containing the profiles of the players who were embedded in Sydney International's seeds. Then I looked for Marcos' name, and I found out with my fingers.

“Marcos Body debuted in 2003. It's the fourth year this year. It's 1985, and ATP ranking is now between 11th and 12th. ”

“Born 1985? ”

Hanwoojin, surprised, raised his voice. Is that face really from your early 20s? Although there is a difference in age perception between Asians and Westerners, it was a face that was nowhere to be seen under the mid-20s… even when I looked in the status window,

The sound that did not leak came out of my lips.

Shin Se-yeon looked like she understood his reaction, but she continued to speak with her finger as if it wasn't a file that she brought out to discuss.

“That's not the point. Mr. Ujin, do you know what triggered Marcos to leap to the top? ”

“What's that? ”

She didn't answer directly. Hanwoojin followed a white and thin index finger pointing to a silent part of the file. It was a file written only in English from start to finish, but in the meantime, I was able to read whether it was thanks to what I learned from Shin Se-yeon.

There was no problem with.

“This...”

Han Woo-jin couldn't connect the words.

This was convincing. It was also understandable that Shin Se-yeon was shocked that he didn't know Marcos. I wondered why he couldn't remember.

NAME: MARCOS BADISH

RANK: 11

AGE: 21 (1985.xx.xx)

WEIGHT: 180LBS (81kg)

HEIGHT: 177cm

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2006 AUSTRALIAN OPEN Finalist (Australia Open Finalist)

― ― A Winner of the Semifinals

VS Roger Fedro 75/57/06/26

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Toxic time flows quickly as a competitor approaches the competition. Han Woo-jin definitely stopped by the Sydney Olympic Park for an hour or two a day to check out the preliminaries. But since that day, nothing has happened between him and Marcos. Maybe a few days ago.

's encounter seems to have been a really rare coincidence.

And finally, the home of Sydney International begins today. He was reassigned in reverse order, and he had about an hour to spare. Han Woo-jin, who had no intention of arriving early and waiting in the hot air, went to a cafe near the Olympic Park.

I was spending time standing up.

As he calmed his mind, his eyes narrowed, recalling the coincidental encounter a few days ago.

‘A semi-winning Australian Open last year... at the age of 20? This is ridiculous. ’

Han Woo-jin felt overwhelmed. The Grand Slam was not enough for Korean athletes to look at, but the stage they all dreamed of. The final stop for tennis players is Grand Slam.

Shem.

And at the age of 20, you won a semi-finalist on stage like that? That was a runner-up because I met Roger at the last minute. I might have won the cup if I'd fought someone else. Every time I faced a case like this, he knew it was a waste to care.

But, it was inevitable that the force would sink by itself.

Looking back at the other player at such a young age, there was another name that came to mind naturally. That was Lleyton Hewitt.

“Did he also rank first in twenty thousand? Ha, that's not funny. ”

I tried to laugh, but I couldn't laugh. A eerie sound echoes through your tightly clenched teeth. The muscles of the overly stressed chin have been transmitting squeaking pain, but the head that began to overheat remains ignoring that much pain.

Whatever 20-year-old Han Woo-jin was doing. The daily reversal was all I did to struggle and take meaningless steps every day. While he was rotting in the gutter, someone walked the glorious path of light.

He was stepping on it.

Cough.

I haven't stretched yet, but I start circulating the blood as hard as I can with my whole body's muscles. Just as the iron from the boiling furnace flows, the body responds to the violent emotions and urges the owner to make a move.

It was definitely the best condition.

The full-bodied vitality made me realize that even if I didn't look at the status window.

“… Let's go. ”

It's time to move. His sturdy grip grips the black racquetbag he placed on the chair. With a series of letters and numbers out of his mind, as always, Han Woo-jin took a step towards the stadium that would be waiting for him.

End beyond equator # 3

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