God of Tennis

At last, the Lollangos Stadium in the Grand Final is filled with crowds that have been scavenging since the early morning. The vacancy, of course, was hard to find. The black marks that predicted this kind of situation eluded the eye of the police, and Frank came to visit them every year.

In addition to the citizens of S, tennis fans who flew in airplanes from abroad were contributing to Lollangos' full circle.

“Good of you to come. If I came in later, I might have waited about an hour near the entrance. ”

The woman in a neat shirt, Shin Se-yeon, looked around and said.

The Lollangos Stadium was crowded like a swarm of ants, although the game was still an hour away. The passageway was packed with people coming in, so they didn't see a leak, and they were looking for a seat.

Ah, the drifters obscured the sight of those sitting. No matter how hard the concierge tried, it was difficult to keep order.

“Well, it's daylight, so I can't help it. If you missed the game today, why did you come to see Lollangos? ”

Hanwoojin was also uncomfortable with the view of the rapidly increasing population density of the stadium. But I knew it was something I had to do. The Grand Slam Final, where Roger Pedro and Napa El Radall fight, tennis lovers

It was an event that everyone had to pay attention to.

If I like it at all, does it seem like the weather is quite pleasant today? Due to the nature of the Lollangos stadium, where there was no roof, there could be delays in the game or delays at all.

Fortunately, the sky with the slight clouds did not look like rain, and the location also hid the sunlight appropriately and did not disturb the viewing.

“Wow, I can't wait, anyway! This is the biggest event of modern tennis against Pedro and Radar! ”

Kim Sang-pil, who couldn't hide his excitement, raised his elongated voice. The meeting of the emperor and the king is unique enough. But even that stage was unusual. The last Grand Slam out of the Emperor's reach, the final of the Lollangos, was on stage.

Kim Sang-pil, who secretly filmed the entire stadium with a camera, pushed the momentum and turned the arrowhead to Han Woo-jin. He has a personal friendship with Radar, and a real match between both athletes, so there's no shorthand to explain this finals in advance.

It was.

“Han Woojin, do you have any idea what the game is going to be like today? Is it possible to compare the skills of two athletes or is it possible? ”

“I don't know about the former, but the latter is absolutely bitter. ”

Hanwoojin resolved Kim Sang-pil's question with a resolute voice. Although he said he had fought both fighters, comparing their skills was another matter. His perceived skills were only measured on the basis of 'Han Woo-jin'. That.

Based on, there was no objective comparison possible.

However, Sang-pil Kim was not discouraged. The only question that Han Woo-jin ever asked was the latter.

“Then I'd like to hear the flow of the game. There's still about 30 minutes left, so there's plenty of time. ”

“· · You're so mean to injured people. ”

In fact, they all grinned and smiled bitterly, saying that Han Woo-jin couldn't win. In this situation, there were no escape holes. I have to play nice with Sang-pil Kim's beats.

“It's not going to be unilateral. You can't outrun either of them, and you're more likely to topple them. ”

“Does this mean that · · · two athletes have similar skills? ”

“It sounds a little different. ”

To be honest, there was no one who could surpass Pedro by virtue of his skill. Even Radar was no exception. It's a record of when you met Pedro in the Claycourt Games, where you were the dominant opponent.

The odds were not good when I stood up. The emperor was literally the greatest tennis player of all time.

But this is Lollangos, the shrine of Claycourt. No matter how hard it was to bump into Radar, who was carrying Pedro Clay on his back. Mudsters are more than emperors on Clay.

“Besides, they know each other too well. They're familiar with each other's skills, their crystals, their psychological tendencies. And then we have to go to the long run. ”

The world of tennis is wide and narrow.

Every year, the Masters and Grand Slam had their faces set. A ranker at the top ranks faces a familiar face, saying it's a day away.

How about World Ranking # 1 and # 2? They are the ones who win the contest. From the moment he entered the same competition, the brawl was almost certain.

“Indeed, the player's point of view is fresh. I didn't think I could see it that way. ”

No, Kim Sang-pil was admiring my heart. I knew that Han Woo-jin's attitude and attitude were not his age, but I didn't expect him to analyze the world's top athletes so calmly. Rather than admire them.

It was like being seen as a competitor.

“Then it's hard to predict victory or defeat. Tense fights are hard to know where they are. ”

“Well, I don't know about that. ”

“Yes?”

Contrary to what I said earlier, Sang-pil Kim's face was dumbfounded. Looking at that funny face, Han Woo-jin glanced at the passageway where his friend was just showing his face. As always, your face and your footsteps are the same as always.

Radar was proving to be in the best of shape.

“The king's ass looks heavy today. ”

The king, who was destined to win 70 wins or 97%, lifted the racket. The stadium's audience cheered in unison. The audience also trembled.

The king of Clay returns.

* * *

The tennis emperor, Roger Pedro.

King of Clay, Nafael Radal.

Two giants of antiquity face each other with their nets between them. Oddly, the two weights were roughly the same: height of 185 cm, as well as the weight of going back and forth between 80kg, were not much different. If Pedro hadn't been born five years earlier,

I might have been named a rival of.

“Here I am again. ”

“That's right. I'm sick of seeing the same face all the time. ”

Before bouncing a coin, the two players greeted each other with a friendly greeting. Every time I went out to the competition, I had to see my face. It was even weirder that I didn't get to know each other more than ten times a year and twenty times. Plus, in Rolandos, it's about

I faced him around the finals every time, as if I had been deceived. Last year's finals, last year's semi-finals.

For Pedro, Rolandos meant a great deal. The only obstacle left to winning the Grand Slam Consecutive. Beyond this, Calendar Grand Slam was never a blur.

“" Isn't it about time you gave me a trophy? How long have you been holding on to this? ”

“ You really have three, don't you? Don't you want to leave one? ”

Nervous metastases are tense. Every pranky word stands. An emperor who wants to defeat Lollangos and monopolize Grand Slam, and a king who wants to defend his final territory against him. I want you to watch their neurological wars from a distance.

I was nervous enough to make the Dunnes swallow.

Either way, I have no intention of handing over the trophy. Apart from personal intimacy, the fierceness of pro players longing for victory was hostile to each other. If you leave them alone, they will stare at you forever.

“Roger Fedro on my right! Nafael Radal on my left! ”

The voice of the Judge interjected just in time spread the distance between them. A silver coin protrudes into the air as they turn their heads in the direction of judgment.

Ping!

Suddenly, tens of thousands of eyes gathered in one small coin. The Grand Slam final was the moment when the owner of the Ten Sub-districts was born. In front of the two men who had chosen different sides, the hand of the referee was spread wide.

It was Radar's harsh voice that flowed right after.

“Oh no, I don't like the beginning. ”

“Luck is kind of catching up. ”

A cool smile spread over Pedro's face holding the serve. Perhaps this time, the hope of achieving the defeat of the Lollangors excites him. He was already at the top, but he had only one experience beating Radar here.

It was unprecedented. After a long time, I felt like I was about to boil all my blood.

“Roger Fedro to Serve, Player Ready! ”

I didn't need a horse anymore. Radar and Pedro greet each other with their eyes wide open. It was time to fight.

For a few seconds, the Lollangos Stadium was filled with the voices of the audience singing their names. This eardrum seemed to fall off and proved the weight of the final. Cheerleaders, John.

It was really great to be able to elicit this scream even though it wasn't a disaster.

But even for a moment, when both athletes stopped, the tumultuous shout quickly hid its footsteps. The referee smiled gladly at the silence, but he stood up and raised his voice vigorously.

Love All (0: 0)! Play! ”

Begin.

At Pedro's fingertips, a soft toast was made. The ball rises like a zero-gravity state, making it hard to predict where it will fly. The skill of mixing the flakes in a single toss proves the emperor's majesty.

Paoaoaoaoang!

Surprisingly, a powerful serve appeared. Pedro is often characterized by a fine-grained blue image whose subhighest constraint reaches 230 kilometers per hour. If you can spare the energy, you can do it alongside the crazy power heaters. However, the accuracy was in a different dimension than theirs.

Paan!

“Fifteen Love (15: 0)! ”

A serve stuck in the corner of the service coat with no errors of one degree. Late in the half-beat, Radar twitches his nose. I never thought this ball would come from the beginning, but Pedro, who dared to battle, took the vantage point.

"You've made up your mind, haven't you? ’

This Ace of Service was a declaration of some kind. Pedro's own declaration of war that he will not be dragged to the face of Radar.

The face of the king who trampled the territory in front of you is ferocious.

Paoaoaoaoang!

Pedro's river jumps over the net in a row. The speed was fairly fast, but what was even scarier was the trajectory. His sub, which is bent in orbit with enormous rotation, digs for just a corner of his coat. Bound also towards the outside of the coat

I couldn't help but curl up and use my hands.

But Radar's defenses were more than that. The name ‘Space Defense’, the world's greatest wall, blocked Pedro. Radar's footwork of throwing himself into the center of gravity was truly astonishing. A lot of athletes are trying to learn, and no one can keep up.

One step at a time.

Pa-ang!

Radar's racket, which runs to the outskirts of his coat, strikes the ball. Despite the unstable posture, the twist was horribly accurate. The ball flew straight through Pedro's sideline to complete the snow bath.

“Fifteen All (15: 15)! ”

No matter what Hanwoojin said, either side of the development was overwhelming. They knew Roger, Radar, and each other too well. It's hard to bluff, so pure skill and tactics can overwhelm the opponent.

I remembered the ball again. The two men lift the racket with their backs for reasons they cannot retreat.

End of Summit # 1

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