God of Tennis

Despite not turning on the lights, a man was watching TV in a dark room during the day. Occasionally, the only lights that burst out of the brown tube were the lights in this room. The man's face was frowned upon, low tuned TV.

The sound of his voice and the sound of his gorgeous breath blend together. I was reminded of a race called "Hikimomori," which had become a topic in Japan.

[Han Test Game, 33! … Love All, Radal Serving Play!]

The room is so quiet that even the sound of the TV being dropped close to the floor is heard clearly. The moment a man reaches out for a nearby bucket of water to suddenly quench his hemorrhagic thirst, the blue tint that is unique to a tennis court gives his face a lift.

I peeled off the darkness that was covering me.

A bowl in a recess.

A sharpened cheekbone.

Black shade around the eyes.

The man in the room, Choi Yeon-hyeok, was making a face that seemed like three letters of nervousness were sticking out.

‘... Phew, I'm tired. ’

No, he was really tired. I could not afford to take care of myself because I was overqualified to attend the Australian Open. I submitted all entries to competitions where I could earn points while traveling domestically and abroad. 전

He finished the break a week earlier than Han Woo-jin announced and moved on. I couldn't help but get tired.

However, only his eyes were glowing brightly. As if you were going to eat two athletes that are moving inside the TV, the iris of polybrown shifts over the eyeball with blood feet.

Suddenly, the door opened.

“History, you must be tired. Aren't you going to sleep? Why 'd you put out the fire again? ”

Choi Junsung, a dedicated agent of Choi Yeon-Hyuk. He looked into the dark room and looked at Choi Hyuk leaning against the couch with a curious face. Choi Hyuk did not look back, but returned the answer to his voice.

“I turned it off because my eyes were a little tingly. It doesn't bother me to watch TV if I don't turn it on. ”

“If that's what you are, then... what program are you up to? ”

Choi Junsung approached with a hesitant expression, and instead of answering with his mouth, Choi Hyuk pointed to the TV with a light eye. Shortly after that, Choi Junsung followed his gaze and could see why he was watching the broadcast.

“Sydney International? Oh, it's a game for Woojin! Let's see... Who's the opponent, Radar?! ”

“Worth taking care of, right? ”

The value of Radar's name was ubiquitous.

Choi Junsung naturally came over the couch and put his butt on the side seat of Choi Hyunhyeok. Hanwoojin's game was also an interesting one, but I couldn't be indifferent to his opponent, Radar, the king of Claycourt. You two, side by side.

I sat down and stared at the dizzy TV screen.

That's why I didn't realize the quality. that the gaze of Choi Yeon-hee staring at Han Woo-jin in the screen dimmed. He looks back on his previous humiliation, alternating between Radal and Han Woojin.

Cough...

At the moment when Choi Hyuk's fist tightened, he was preparing for the third sub of the seventh game in the brown tube.

* * *

‘Damn, it's hard for Radar to start with a sub. ’

Hanwoojin swallowed a dry saliva by sweeping away the sweat drops from his cheekbones. As the large cloud passes, the shadow that has been cast for a while cools the damp hair already. He's already told Radar that all three sub-games are close to perfect.

It was accepted as a lucky score.

“... This is the same place I'm not used to. ”

I was aware of the reason for allowing the flaws. Hanwoojin knew how notorious his sub was, but this was the first time he had ever experienced it firsthand. And by the way, his reference to Radar was mostly that of Claycourt, Hardco.

Bounds on the t had a side that was a lot more uplifting than on the clay.

Although rebound aces belong to a highly buffered class of hard coats, they were nothing compared to that of Claycourt. Radar's powerful sub was bound at a lower but faster rate than Clay's.

It was not short enough to pierce the gap between Hanwoojin.

But originally, this was not the strength of Radar's serve. Maybe he didn't expect it either. In clays, a strangely high bound changes its shape from hard to a fast low bound.

A serve is fired from Radar's racket again. It was a punching punch with all its might.

Pa-ang!

Excellent strength, unrivaled muscle strength, was a testament to how absurd Radar's physical level was. I didn't know that a normal player would lose his strength once or twice before slowing down. It's a service ace.

I never aimed, but the score rolls.

But this is the number one time. Hanwoojin had no intention of being beaten a few more times by an authentic attack over the course of three games. The points taken were merely a siege for the next rally.

‘I can see it now. ’

Bound error, change in trajectory due to topspins, slowing down the ball due to the material of the coat. It was also difficult to see that Han Woojin, who had observed several games with Radar, famous for his top spin sub-users, was also a common level player.

Paan!

The bounce is so fast that there is no room for complex technology. Hanwoojin dropped the racket as soon as he read the trajectory. The rebound bounces off the ball as you stretch your arm.

Bam, bam! Bam!

Boosts the speed of messy balls. I tried to slow down once, but I didn't think either of them would back down. The fight over and over was because the first person to step back suffered a loss.

“Tsk.”

A breath popped out from between Han Woo-jin's lips without my knowledge. It's too fast. Just the speed of the sub makes for an opponent more than Radal, but it's the first time a sharp bound without a single crevice has flown in a row. Radal

The reason you are strong against rallies is because of your physical strength.

Whoo-hoo!

In the 11th stroke, Han Woo-jin's racket split the air. The ball protrudes from his coat furiously, a few steps beyond his reach.

Forty Love (40: 0)! ”

The voice of callous judgment declares Radar's score. Han Woo-jin headed to the corner to wipe off the sweat that he couldn't even wipe. You rub your forehead and nosebleed with the towel you received, and take a sip of water from the beached bucket. Normally serviced in 2 or 3 game units

The rally with Radar was consuming strength, making Han Woo-jin drink water from time to time.

‘It's amazing. An iron wall with no holes in it. ’

I didn't think he was the best defender of tennis for no reason. No matter where you stab your coat, you jump up and down, and there's no room for words on this side. Is it because you are confident that you will win if you hold on to it tightly? Crystal Hit

I don't spend a single ball to call it. I win points at leisure.

Maybe this is Radal's style. The user doesn't have to shake the target too hard. The Pokémon will not collapse first, so it maintains its own pace just waiting for the target to perish.

“This is a different meaning from Roger's. ”

Hanwoojin, who swallowed the water, smiled bitterly and muttered. Perhaps it was because they had both encountered each other that his judgment was filled with vivid emotions.

For example, Roger makes the opponent feel a ‘gap’ difference. The opponent who feels it loses motivation, realizes that he does not have a chance, and loses his confidence completely otherwise. When it comes to Roger, unshakeable spirit is essential.

It was the reason.

But Radar's style was completely different from Roger's. He even gives the impression that he is surprisingly good at dealing with people. As the rally continues, I keep giving and receiving balls just in case, and I lose points because I feel ‘bad’.

‘The problem is that the development is repeated endlessly. ’

The result is the same no matter how many times you try. Without the means to destroy Radar's Rally, points will be taken away in the same way, a hundred times or a thousand times. It didn't take long for me to realize that the gap that looked fine was absolute. A paper that is not narrowed down is absolute regardless of its width.

“Radal Serving Play! ”

Radar is in position without any time to finish thinking. He throws the ball as Han Woojin lowers his body.

Pa-ang!

A ferocious thrust still shoots. However, the serve of Radar was not that difficult to receive. He was more advantageous in eliciting subsequent rallies through the sub than the Service Ace.

Hanwoojin returned Radar's sub neatly this time, and the rally unfolded again.

2nd, 5th, 6th, 8th, 11th… Physical fights with no room for psychological warfare. A hell of hell where you throw a punch and don't stop hitting until your opponent collapses. And, unlike before, it was a blunt force that first opened the gap.

Paan!

Like a snake, the twisted drive lowers the sideline on the rainy side. The ball bends like a boomerang and bounces in the opposite direction from where he stands, leaving no room to respond.

“Radal Game, 43! Court Change!”

A defensive vision of each other keeping their own sub-games intact. No matter how aggressive you are, you won't talk unless you have a chance to break the walls of Radar. Ever since you took Radar's Topspin Serve in the first place, you haven't returned from taking control.

I have.

It's not a ball worth taking. ’

[Heavy hitter] was a trait that always aimed for one big hit. It wasn't the right response for something like the sub of Radar that could be taken out in a nutshell. I've already tried it once, but the ball in the lightly flushed racket hit the coffin like a home run.

I flew to the middle stone.

Special skills didn't make much difference either. Stinger was a serve and slug was not given the opportunity to use. Radar strikes out with a thorough swap of his forehand backhand, and all the bounces bounce low. In fact, this game is coming up to eight games.

The poem never came out.

It was the voice of harsh judgment that cut off Han Woojin's thoughts that continued to bite his tail constantly.

“Game 8! Test Han Serving Play! ”

His sub-game is back. Han Woo-jin fries the ball on the floor and grabs one that feels good. Like any ball, athletes had a habit of Jinks.

‘Now what? ’

Hanwoojin's eyes sank. I've been keeping score of the whistle while exchanging sub-games, but since six games, I realized that it's hard to carry on with this sphere.

Even Radar began to catch up with Stinger, like his spleen's technique, almost to the last point. Now that I've lost Stinger's definite ability to score, I'm a little overwhelmed by the fact that I believe in the advantages of the sub-game.

I was.

However, there is one technology that has not been tried yet.

‘[bastards]. ’

[Strength stats increase by 3 for 1 stroke.]

[You have applied to the sub. Increases restraint on sub.]

[One second of stiffness will be applied immediately after stroke.]

No matter how many times I used it, the message was always the same.

Now, after three lines that he could recite without having to read, Han Woo-jin took a technical readiness position to support his sub-game so far.

It's a combination of [bastards] and Stinger that I've only ever conceived in my head.

Then I remembered a notification I had never seen before.

[You applied to Stinger. SP consumption is doubled]

[If enabled, 'Stinger’ will be disabled while 2 points have elapsed.]

[Reduce the penalty applied to Service Aces by 50% only.]

The End

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