God of Tennis

The day after winning the 8th war against Choi Yeon-hyuk, Han Woo-jin was surprisingly relaxed.

Asian, and even at the grandslam level, the fact that the hard-to-see Korean had made it to the semi-finals was quite remarkable, but there were not many eyes that gathered around Hanwoojin shortly after the game. It wasn't for no reason at all.

‘Maybe he was interested in Pedro and Napa's game. Most people think Wimbledon will be their own stage, just like Rolandos. ’

I didn't feel sorry for him. Rather, I was able to prepare for the next match with more relaxation. Getting attention is enough after your game is over. For Han Woo-jin, who was devoted to the competition with such a mind, excessive contact during the event was just unpleasant.

Nearly 10 hours of deep sleep, three meals of comfort and nutrition were equally adequate to recover most of the health and energy consumed during the eighth war. At the end of the supper and preparing for the briefing, Hanwoojin's body was already close to home.

‘Even with a HP of 69, you can recover at this rate... What kind of Napa is 73? ’

As long as you don't consume your health to a level that will wear out, your strength will return to close to 100% after a day of tumbling. Even Han Woo-jin, who hasn't reached the limit yet, how great is Radar's unyielding stamina? The strength of my friend felt new, and the saliva in my mouth dried up in a bird I didn't know.

And Shin Se-yeon, who doesn't know how he feels, always opens his mouth with me. The screen on the wall of the room, the beam projector on the table, buzzed and filled the quiet room with small noise.

“Woojin's opponent is the sixth in the world ranking from Chile, and Fernando Garcia. ”

When Shin Se-yeon pressed the remote control, the projector's screen flipped over. Then, the sad look, the tousled brown hair, filled the screen with the impressive man's face. Maybe he's the enemy of the semi-finals, Fernando Garcia.

“The hand you use is the right hand, especially for a strong forehand player. ”

Fernando's manly face has seen numerous career advancing to Wimbledon 8 in 2005, semi-winning at the Australian Open in 2007... with a record of winning gold medals at the 2004 Games. He was also 183cm and 82kg, and he was a pretty solid tennis player.

Han Woo-jin, who was reading his career quietly, added a few questions in his absurd voice.

“Where did you grow up as a tennis player? ”

“America. I went to Patricho Appay Academy near Miami. ”

“America... What about your junior career?"

“I was ranked # 1 in Junior World Ranking. He won a US Open Junior Victory Ceremony, won a French Open Junior Fast, and at the age of 17, he was David Cup's chief Chilean athlete. ”

“Dangerous.”

Just looking at Junior's career, I was wondering if there were any more dangerous players.

In addition, the point is that he has made that debut in the United States. The United States' rich infrastructure, with a tennis population of 30 million and the world's number one economy, required survival in such a tough competition.

Han Woo-jin, who had cleared up the big idea, asked again.

“What are the stats on the backhand style? ”

“A lot of one-handed backhands and a lot of unused two-handed backhands. ”

“… I can feel it now. ”

It was rewarding to watch the video during lunch. If his eyes and her description were correct, Fernando's backhand style would most likely be a replica of Pedro. Certainly during this time, the number of players who admired the Emperor's style or who had learned one-handed backhand to pursue his strength increased dramatically.

But none of the rankers, apart from Pedro and Barbrinca, reached that level of backhand.

‘If so, will style imagination benefit me? ’

Even though Fernando said he was great, Hanwoojin was also a disappointment to the power of Forhand.

And if there was no big difference at the level of technology, then the dominant side of Forhand's strength would be like the axis. Even if there is a difference in size, there is no person who can overcome Hanwoojin with a frontal force fight. If you measure the odds, it's a little over six grand.

Now that we have all the information we need, we just need to build a tactic for tomorrow's game. However, Han Woo-jin asked one more question that he knew the answer to before clearing out the room.

“What happened to Pedro and Napa? ”

“Both scored three-to-one in the semi-finals. You'll be next in line, Mr. Woojin. ”

“Phew, this is how it goes. ”

Although the variable Han Woo-jin is mixed, most of history continues as it is remembered.

The battle between the Emperor and the King in Wimbledon Court. Han Woo-jin, who had taken care of as much as Grand Slam in the other contests, already knew the outcome. I think you were right to remember.

‘If it was Clay, he would have raised Napa's hand...’

It's not hard if you have to. It's grass. Due to the low bounce of the ball, the topspin benefits of Radar are shaken. The strategy of blocking Pedro's one-handed backhand with a high bounce has become unavailable.

Of course, the strength of the ball from Radar's strong might be quite good on the grass, but it was hard to be certain that he would have the upper hand against Pedro.

“Whoa, no matter who comes up here, it's the same thing for me. ”

Han Woo-jin's goal is not the surrogacy of Choi Yeon-hyeok.

Taking the cup over him. Whoever that opponent is, Pedro or Radar, just knocks him down.

Han Woo-jin's angled eyes turned toward the screen. Fernando's footage, which had just begun to flow, was dancing on a flawless screen.

* * *

Finally, the morning of the semi-finals dawned. Unlike what has been going on for two days so far, the 4th Precinct is divided into two games in the center court. Ahead of the semi-finals between Radar and Pedro, Han Woo-jin was captured around 10 a.m. sharp. Because of the characteristics of the Grand Slam, which can be surpassed by five hours, the afternoon's schedule has not been confirmed.

So Han Woo-jin thought he would never have to face him. Why would I want to watch another player's match when I don't have enough strength to fight the enemy? The emperor was the opponent, not the other player. Before the game, it was too late to clean it up.

‘Then why? ’

Why is Radar standing in front of Han Woojin now with about 15 minutes to spare?

“Napa?”

“Good timing. Thank goodness."

It was a damn low voice.

Hanwoojin naturally felt his spine tremble. And I had no choice but to correct what I said earlier. Not enough power? A situation that is not enough to be polished? No one can speak such nonsense in front of Radar now.

‘Is this... Napa's truth? ’

With his hat firmly pressed down, his surroundings freeze steady from the air. The determination that the orb extends like a needle was sharp as if it would even cut off the skin of Hanwoojin, not the target. It was almost as if there was a knife in Radal's empty hand instead of a racket, and there was nothing strange about it.

The reign of Clay's king, Nafael Radall, was in a state of more lightness than ever before.

However, Han Woo-jin opened his mouth. It was a great gift, but I couldn't have come this far if I was going to be overwhelmed. Now he was also one of those who set foot in the top area, so he could not step on one of these pressures.

“What brings you here? ”

“Woojin, I need to talk to you. Actually, I have something I'd like to say. ”

“What do you want to say? ”

In front of him, he nods quietly. His face, which had completely removed the usual pranks, was wrapped around the heavy pressure that was heavily pressing his shoulders.

“I can't afford to lose. ”

“I know that. ”

He chased me from Spain after one more fight. I didn't know the grass would stick so hard because I lost the hardcoat once. Thanks to that, I have built a friendship. Radar's battle cry was definitely off the charts.

“So Roger, I didn't like that guy." Emperor "? You look taller than the king. ”

It was a cheerful tone that made me think I was joking when I heard it. However, a glimmering look through the coarse flowing hair was telling me that he meant it. Just as Roger Pedro regards Radar of the Lollangos as a stumbling block, Napa 'el Radal has a keen desire to defeat the Emperor from beyond Clay.

But what does that have to do with you?

In front of Han Woo-jin, who was still tilting his head because he didn't know what was going on in English, he lowered his gaze slightly while smiling. Then he returned to his usual voice and spoke.

“Was he your opponent today, Mr. Garcia? ”

“Oh, by the way. ”

“Po is strong, but maybe it's not such a big deal for you. I think you'll win, Eugene. ”

“H-thank you? ”

It's a compliment for now, right? Han Woo-jin thanked me with a expressive expression. How many can say you will win against the 6th in the world ranking? Nafael Radal was one of the few qualified.

But he didn't come here just to encourage Han Woo-jin. Radall looks back at Hanwoojin with almost sparkly eyes, reliving his brief faint moments.

“So I'll see you in the finals, Woojin. ”

Radar was telling the truth. Han Woo-jin will make it past Fernando to Wimbledon finals, and...

“Roger's a pledge, but I still have something to pay you back. ”

It was kind of a commitment. With the promise of meeting Han Woojin at the finals, he was prepared to beat Roger.

No matter how much Radar dealt with the Emperor outside Clay, the odds were much higher. He has already fought dozens of times and found a friend to whip his broken self. To make a reason to beat Roger.

Han Woo-jin didn't answer. I just walked in time for the upcoming game. One of the Sanga watches pointed to 9: 50 a.m., and by the time it got to the coat, it was time to leave the waiting room.

He raises his palm instead of answering. Radar notices at a glance what a wide palm demands.

Paan!

The palms of the two passing hands were bitten with a palpable pain. Among the tennis players, their high fives were no less intense, as they boasted the strength and grip of running water.

And then the cool reverberated palm sounds disappeared completely. There was no one else in the waiting room.

* * *

I have become accustomed to the feel of the grass being trampled. Hanwoojin accepted the cheers of thousands of spectators, pouring from all around as he walked into the center of his coat. Even the applause and stars pounding on his whole body do not shake his composure.

Moreover, what now dominates the interior of Hanwoojin is the same heat as the furnace from the high-fives with Radar. There were no gaps in other trivial sentiments.

‘The finals.’

Perhaps this match will prove that Han Woo-jin has crossed the limit with true meaning. It was only after winning the semi-finals in Wimbledon that we stepped into the realm where Choi Hyuk had reached in the past. I don't intend to stop there, but I can't help feeling new.

The step that stopped for a short while quickly separated again.

Come on, let's go.

There is now only one enemy left, the emperor or the king, to wait for the final. # 6 in the world, Fernando Garcia. If it had been Han Woo-jin just two years ago, he would not have raised his head. Even he was staring at Han Woojin with his glowing eyes.

But what's there to be afraid of? I was declared by the king, and I stand here with the king's head.

And after today, there's only one step left.

So let's straighten our waist and straighten our neck. Make fun of the enemy in front of you.

Place a thin net between them. Hanwoojin aims for Fernando.

Get out of the way.