God of Tennis

Paan!

Once again, the ball drops to a point further away from Antonio's realm. The powerful rotation on the ball is the driving force that pushes the fuselage hard the moment it comes into contact with the clay. There was a reason Topspin's bounce became stronger.

“Han Test Game! Set won by Ujin Han, 62! ”

“Damn it! ”

Antonio throws the racket away, bursting his fury. Though he seemed concerned that the Judge would raise his eyes and warn him, he now had no time to care for such trivial troubles. I'd be disappointed if I didn't expect it.

I wouldn't have done it. Hopefully, he succeeded in sub a few times and dropped Antonio's heart even further down the drain.

Who the hell is this guy? ’

After all, Antonio Sareta's arrival was a question. It was also a question of how Han Woo-jin, who was decorated with the color of a hardcoat, was so good at Claycoat.

Although he heard it while smoking away, he remembered everything that was important in his briefing. I could recall that the opponent had been a pro for two years and was from Korea I did not know well. More recently, Sid.

It was also cautious to hear that you won at your International Championship. Even in the hard-coat, I was fed up with the idea of beating Nafael Radal.

But still, does it make sense that he's never competed in Claycourt before?

“It's too different from what I've heard... Coach. ”

A 10-minute break between sets. Antonio looks back at Hanwoojin's movements that overwhelmed him throughout the set, stretching out on the bench. I felt excited to record my successive Aces of Service in less than five minutes.

The one that was torn apart, the one from before.

The opponent's footwork is doing something quite unique. You move your toes with your heels slightly removed, not your soles completely on the ground. This pose was optimized for short and quick steps rather than full power.

‘It looked pretty lame. ’

But there was a loose end somewhere. It was definitely fast, but it was hard to hit the ground because of the shallow footing, and it never seemed good for the joints to make a sudden rebound on the ankle with each brake. Radar's style

It felt like it was imitated by a strange change.

Antonio was a heavyweight contender in the Claycourt Games. There was still a subtle gap between Han Woojin's movements. So he put up a fight. If you can break through that weakness, you can't break through the competition.

I believe it will end with a victory.

And that was the biggest mistake.

“Phew, that was dangerous. ”

Hanwoojin wiped off the sticky face with sweat, even with the water he drank. The score was overwhelming, but it was because he didn't suffer too little unnoticed.

He sees Antonio wrapped around his face with a furious face not far away. You wouldn't believe the geographic advantage of Clay coming up with something like this. Han Woo-jin wondered what happened to him.

‘If I hadn't learned from Radar, I would have lost here. ’

It wasn't a joke. He was genuinely thinking that. Antonio Saretta demonstrated his reputation for expectancy in Claycourt.

A bounce that bounces at unexpected angles and skillfully shifts the center of gravity. None of these skills could be reached in the morning. Especially for Sub & Bali, where a subtle bounce was used to drive returns and win games with Bali.

was truly a masterpiece.

However, even Han Woo-jin, who was analyzing the situation so precisely, was neglecting one fact.

No matter what the best Claycoat player, Radar, teaches you, it's not uncommon to get used to Clay in just a week.

I didn't know it myself, but Han Woo-jin's talents were not at all promising. All of his unconscious observation and tactical abilities were based on his natural talents. It wasn't much of a talent, but if you had just supported the environment,

Nothing would have fallen to such miserable end in your previous life.

Han Woo-jin had no talent for self-enlightening, but his ability to observe and learn was like that of others. Rather, it was excellent. With the right or brilliant material in front of you, you can quickly increase your skills to a certain level.

I could.

Or is it a talent optimized for infusional teaching? Even though Han Woo-jin had never had a chance to see such a light in a country full of undeniable athletes.

Hanwoojin's tiny bud of talent, which he didn't even realize, bloomed with the favor of a monster named Radar.

Who will guide me through the know-how that I have built and the angles of my wrists and feet? If I had gotten a map from another Claycoat, I wouldn't be able to show you what I look like right now.

“Set 2! Player Ready!”

Following the referee's instructions, the two players regained their bodies.

The red coat, scorched by heat, flares like the tongue of a snake. It was high enough that if I let it go, the coat would melt and flow later.

On the surface of the sweaty pyramid, a second set opened the membrane.

* * *

Eventually, no reversal occurred until the end.

Han Woo-jin imitated Radar's style with his attributes, so there was a bit of a mess. Needless to say, the top ten rankers in the world rank would have been fatal weaknesses.

They are strong enough not to miss even a few centimeters.

But Antonio Saretta was still a young man who needed a few more years to reach that level. You're talented and you're not in a bad environment, so you can probably make it to the top rankers in five years.

In a nutshell, it meant not today.

Pa-ang!

One last shot took off Antonio's racket and hit the baseline. When Antonio and Rally split, Hanwoojin's lackluster stroke gradually became more precise.

It was.

That's how I won the battle.

“Han Test Game! 62, 61! ”

After the victory and defeat became clear, the two athletes stretched out the racket they were holding firmly. I ran for over an hour in the sun, so I was worth it. Moreover, Antonio's side, which did not win, had another drink. He was holding a racket.

You toss the to the bench with your own bag.

“Mr. Saretta! ”

“OK, be careful from now on!"

Antonio spills in the back of his ear with the bitter voice of judgment and approaches Hanwoojin across the net. It was a basic courtesy to say hello after the game. He was a hothead, and when it didn't work out, he threw a racket, too.

I never forgot my manners about the other side.

Two athletes' hands overlap on the white net. A rough palm. The hands of those who have held the racket, wielded it, and repeated it hundreds and thousands of times are naturally roughened. It's inevitable to wrap any rubber around the handle.

It was.

Hanwoojin shakes his hand without thinking much, and his eyes are wide open to Antonio's sudden voice.

“Mr. Han, can I ask you a question? ”

“Of course. ”

What do you mean, you've never met her before? I was curious, but I couldn't exactly cut it off. Hanwoojin looks forward to Antonio's words, rolling his eyes.

He hesitates for a moment, then vomits a trembling voice as if he was unsure of what he had to say.

“Are you really a genius? Besides, Mr. Hahn heard that this is the first Clay competition, so how come you're so good at Clays you've never been in a pro league? ”

“Mmmm... ”

Han Woo-jin gathered a little eyebrows without my knowledge. I never thought I'd be asked if he was a genius.

As Antonio, who didn't know what was going on before and after, of course, it was a long conjecture for Han Woo-jin to agree. He lost his youth without even realizing his weaker talents. Now, come and see for yourself

There was nothing I could say for myself.

‘Maybe your side is a few times better than mine. ’

Antonio Sareta is only in his early 20s. He was a promising athlete who had been called Brazilian anticipator for less than three years after his professional debut. Considering that Han Woo-jin at that time was just the tip of the iceberg, Antonio,

It was clear that they were several times more talented owners.

However, a number of coincidences, including system calibration, have shifted its standing position. He looks at himself furiously and asks, "Are you such a genius?"

But I couldn't answer the system straight away. So Han Woo-jin decided to put Napael Radal, a friend of his, who had helped Claycotter to adapt.

“There was a good teacher. ”

“Teacher? ”

Antonio's eyes widen to make sure there was no gibberish. He said it again, complaining about whether Han Woo-jin thought it was a joke. The hand I was holding was long gone.

“ What kind of great person teaches a coat that you've never jumped a few times before? ”

Even though it was a rhetorical question, Han Woo-jin answered with a bold voice. It was because he truly thought that today's victory came from Radar.

“King. ”

“F-what? What am I saying..."

I didn't have to talk anymore. Hanwoojin turns away from Antonio when he's done with his business. Seeing his tail shaking like it was unbelievable, he understood the meaning of the word.

There's only one player in Clay who calls himself King.

As I lowered my coat, I remembered the happy notification messages in Hanwoojin's ears. A system notification window that always celebrates victory before anyone else.

[Great Play! You won your first Claycourt match in the ATP250 League!]

[Increase Strength stats by 1 in return for your first victory in Claycourt.]

[You won on an exotic coat. Additional EXP for the skills used is added.]

[There is a winning achievement in the ATP250 League. Subtracts a portion of the acquisition EXP.]

‘Okay, much better than I expected. ’

Hanwoojin grabbed his fist while packing his things. The ATP250 League had already won several times and was not looking forward to the prize. But for the first time ever, get a stat for winning Claycourt.

Could it be? I couldn't be happier.

Later on, if I could relax, I could also compete in a lawn court and win a prize. Hanwoojin, whose stat is close to 70, was unable to increase his physical ability more than this through normal training.

He earned an unexpected income from the tournament he found because of Choi's history. He steps to a brighter face. I thought it might be beneficial to have Shin Se-yeon rush back.

Hanwoojin climbs the stairs leading up to the auditorium, leaving behind a clay coat that is still as gritty as a well heated steel plate.

The End

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