God of Tennis

Maintaining the line of defense against Han Woo-jin, who had endured massive stamina expenditure in two sets, was truly an agent. Before the exhausted breath or vitality could not return, Hanwoojin's ball successively led to the most time-honored coat. Hanwoojin's stroke was literally a nightmare.

Paoaoaoaoang!

“Han Test Game! ”

The prodigal ball twisted its fangs again. It was still at an invisible speed. Hanwoojin didn't know it would slow him down, though he had enough room to drop his restraints. This ruthless overwhelming was the most courtesy I could show him.

It did not matter whether or not the sub-game was already between two people. The only advantage that preceded Han Woo-jin. The play of the most epic loss of maneuverability was torn apart by the showers of a relentless stroke. The opposing Pokémon's attacks are sharp and powerful enough to conjure up some precision shots.

After three sets of Hanwoojin, even four sets are completely dominating the game. Where does that endless stamina of a Han Woojin player come from?

As Park commented, it is a senseless stamina. Hanwoojin! Even though he saved his strength in the second set, he wouldn't have left this much room. But the look on his face is so calm that he thinks he's relaxing.

Hanwoojin's play, from one set to four sets, without even the slightest change, was tiring for even commentators who had gone through all of anthem.

The disadvantages of power heater styles were often all there. to the extent that physical strength is consuming fast, that the room is often occupied, that the tactics are narrow. Above all else, more than simply focusing on the power of the ball was something we had to endure.

But what about the play that Han Woo-jin is showing you now?

‘I can't find any weaknesses! ’

It was an overview of other discerning people, including the history of frontal confrontation. As a power heater, Hanwoojin had no weaknesses. It was something that anyone who knew the circumstances would say was unreasonable.

Do not be reckless.

The user changes the direction of the Pokémon's tactics against the target.

Can't lose strength after 4 sets of heavy hits.

A beast, composed of only the advantages of the power heater, stands on top of the coat. The coaches and journalists in each country who knew what was going on swallowed me dry. It's a pity that it was the best history that had changed its style and aimed for Han Woo-jin, and the corresponding Daron player would not have been able to escape the horrific horror.

Paoaoaoaoang!

The ball drops again. The coat of Choi Yeon-hyuk left ugly marks everywhere because of the ball twisted with enormous power. Recalling that the lawn coat was difficult to manage, the managers must have changed it while recalling Han Woojin's face.

“Suck!”

After barely catching up to the ball, Choi Hyuk scratched the grass and painted the arc. Understroke to raise one knee upward bending at an angle.

But is it because the balance of the center of gravity is slightly broken? He knocks the ball off, and it hits the net with a small gap.

“Fifteen Love (15: 0)! ”

The voice of the referee declared Hanwoojin's score. Service Ace. Instead, it was a wedge or something for Choi Hyuk who stood in his corner. Whether he was psychologically damaged, he rarely stood up.

But no one laughed or talked about it. Wimbledon Stadium was filled with tranquil applause pouring out toward the history of breathtaking on one knee. The appearance of the young fighter who fought the best he could not help but create a peculiar impression in the hearts of the observers.

The crowd in Wimbledon is applauding the provocation of the player who is struggling. To both athletes who are raising their country's name in faraway lands. I hope you'll come with us.

Han Woo-jin, Choi Yeon-Hyuk! Either way, we are proud puppies of Korea. No matter what happens today, I want you to feel applauded and encouraged.

At the end of the two eye-catching commentators' remarks, Choi Hyuk woke up from behind the screen. The trembling calf revealed that it had not yet recovered, but it was also not my favorite thing to rest indiscriminately relying on people's favors. No, you shouldn't have.

‘Really... I can't take care of you. ’

Hanwoojin's face, standing over the net, did not even show any compassion for Choi Yeon-hyeok. With his ragged friend in front of him, his eyes were only filled with cold reflection on where to put the next sub. Perhaps when his balance is shaken, he will immediately lower the ball in the opposite direction.

Buy a ball, buy a ball. It was depressing to see the boundaries between friendship and battle. He always had that look on his face when he turned around. He looks up and does not stop walking on the protruding soles of his feet. The posture of life that made me feel inferior somewhere couldn't be more dazzling.

That's why I came all the way here. A rival you met as soon as you became a pro. To meet a friend who can make sense of you for the rest of your life.

“… Let's keep going. ”

The score is already 40. The end is near. But it was a waste of time and effort to come all the way here and gather my hands. On the best stage of his life, Wimbledon, he decided to accept his convincing defeat.

The arm that holds the racket keeps sagging down as if it were a lump of iron. But I lifted it somehow. You wiggle your fingers, but they don't stretch as much as the racket you just raised. I made him wait too long. I didn't have to make a fool of Choi Yeon-hyuk.

Oh, Yeon-hyeok Choi. I don't think I'll give up until the end. I'm barely in position. The racket is shaking, but it doesn't seem willing to give up.

No one's blaming Choi Hye Ri for pulling out of here. What if I get hurt like this? I'm really worried.

Choi Myeon-hyuk, who was like all over the world, also thought about the concerns of commentators. Park Sungjin and Shinchan were genuinely concerned about his body with a sincere voice. Secondary injuries and rehabilitation periods for Choi Yeon-hyuk who had recently been institutionalized by injuries could be lethal to athletes' lives.

However, the former director who knew the two of them well shook his head. They were not going to give up the game for some sort of dangerous injustice.

I probably won't give up until the end.

Two commentators caught his attention in one sentence. Before they argue about anything. The former director glances down at his disciples with a small glance somewhere.

Because the guy's coming is strong, and they're both kids.

Han Woo-jin, Choi Yeon-hyeok, are kids?

Yeah. Kids.

Towards the two unwarranted commentators, the director added why.

What if the people who came to Wimbledon in pursuit of a dream weren't children?

* * *

The tie of the battle was immediately after that. There was no way to stand up to Han Woo-jin, whose feet and palm finish function were so vigorous.

Allow Service Ace, for example, and the only serve that was knocked out was to pay for the fault. Somehow, the subtly inserted serve gained a ruthless return and led to its downturn.

I was just like the director said. No one backed down until the game was over, neither Han Woo Jin nor Choi Yeon-hyeok. Hanwoojin put several strokes into the most challenging coat that was hard to even hold the body.

Hanwoojin then lowered the smash, which would be the last point of the set, without allowing even a single game.

Paoaoaoaoang!

The static wasn't that long. As soon as the ball bounced off the coat, the referee stood up and crossed his arms, checking out the ball.

“Game set! 75, 26, 62, 60! ”

At the same time, thunderous applause poured out. The reed of reeds, echoing like a hole in the sky, rattled the bodies of two athletes standing in the center coat.

Sound is vibration, and vibration is power. The applause of thousands of audiences at the same time was enough to convey a tingling sensation to the skin of Han Woo-jin in the center.

Hanwoojin, who had swiped his creepy forearm a few times before, moved toward the net. A friend of mine, who's barely hanging up his racket, is on his way to breaking ground. Hanwoojin's eyebrows, which were waiting for him, gathered in the middle.

‘… that face doesn't look like you. ’

Was this the last battle of the Eight to those who promised to fight three times?

Nevertheless, I didn't want to see the face of Choi Hyuk who had convinced me to lose. With a contradictory feeling somewhere, Han Woo-jin tightly grips his hand from beyond the net.

I didn't want to console him. Victory and defeat are just the experiences a player should have as a nutrient. And there's nothing as cruel as comforting a winner. If there was one thing I had to say to Choi Yeon-hyeok now, it would never be consoling.

“I won. ”

“... That's it. ”

I pretended not to, but my voice was low. His battle with Han Woo-jin meant something to him. For the first time in my life, I felt a strange distance between him and his shoulder. The reality of defeat and the feeling of alienation about distant Han Woo-jin made me feel bad.

I waited until Han Woo-jin reached out his hand. He also knows that the opposing Pokémon are not so innocent.

On the contrary, Han Woo-jin turned his back on both of them.

‘Is this how it ends? ’

The swollen throat aches with every inhale. According to what I wanted to lay down right now, Choi Yeon-Hyuk also turned around.

“I go up first. ”

At that moment, the voice coming over your shoulders stopped.

“I don't want to wait for you anymore, and I don't think I can. ”

Hanwoojin's voice remained. There is no turning back. He never withdrew once, but the voice of a man who kept and drank what he had promised.

That's what he was saying.

Catch up on your own.

Literally in your mouth. Hanwoojin's back grew further and further away. Whether Choi Yeon-Hyuk listened to him or not, there was nothing slowing him down. Pack your things and wrap your racquetbag around it. There was no turning back until Wimbledon's coat.

By the time I left my coat, even the voice of my friend coming from behind me, I rolled my mouth tail instead of returning the answer.

“You'll see it again soon. ”

Maybe, maybe not.

So Han Woo-jin didn't answer. In the past, after tying a knot named Victory, I took a step forward.

“Ah.”

A sudden stab in the eyelid raises his head. One day, the sun shook his face over the clouds and smiled bitterly.

behind Han Woo-jin, who began to walk again. An unfamiliar sun in Britain erupted the Eagle's Eruption.

Wimbledon 8th Precinct 2nd Game, Han Woojin Victory.