God of Tennis

The ball flew.

Hanwoojin had already approached the limit and had no time to waste. I'm just standing on my coat, and my legs are shaking. I felt like I was restoring my strength for no reason, and if I dragged time, I could tighten my breath. The only bow he has left is a fast rope.

Pa-ang!

Sharp serve and 13 games have begun. Hanwoojin gripped it and beat the serve, but at a slower pace, he is not in a position to target the service ace. Pedro reaches out and throws the ball, without difficulty. Drive as far away from Han Woo-jin as possible.

’Damn, you figured it out. ’

Han Woo-jin's face is hard, knowing his opponent's tactics.

A long-run technique that uses the entire coat to remove an opponent's gin. This was the emperor's strategy, which he was used to turning his opponent into exhausted grass without moving.

Moreover, there was nothing to say if his physical strength was in the ground like now. Every time I take my coat back and forth in either direction, his body screams.

“Hehe!”

But Han Woo-jin ran. The burning pain on your thighs flows out with a suppressive groan. He barely reaches the sideline, and now he swings his forearm toward his shoulder, starting to fade.

Pa-ang!

“Fifteen Love (15: 0)! ”

No matter how much I lost my strength, I was able to save my life if I put all my weight into it. The opponent's feet are slow, too. Therefore, if we do not predict the current blow in advance, it will lead to a real score.

Hanwoojin's face, which had almost won a point, was pale with sweat flowing out, but his eyes were still as thin as his.

Pedro steps back, momentarily pushed out of his senses. He was an incomprehensible face for a man who walked the kingdom with a blessed gift.

Even Nafael Radar, whom he considers an enemy, did not have this kind of pressure.

For Pedro, who had never faced the notion of walls in a true sense, Han Woo-jin was truly an unknown enemy.

‘... but the limit is close. Simply drain the power from this game and import the next one. ’

The opposing Pokémon self-destructs.

There was a little relaxation in Pedro's mouth, who was confident of his own predictions. The opposing Pokémon's ferocity certainly gives it a chilly kick to its spine, but now it's just a tiger with no teeth left. As long as you are careful of your claws and the final move, you have no room to lose.

Pa-ang!

The ball drops again after seven rallies. Hard to get ball flows. Although the condition was moderate compared to Hanwoojin, it was also extremely consuming. You were right to save as little stamina as you needed to dry off.

The face of the emperor, who drew the last scene of the match, harnessed the scattered energy. It is a sense of intimidation that is unique to a natural strongman, symmetrical to the poison that is the basis of Han Woojin.

Paan!

Cut off the flying sub neatly, especially cold. There was no more illusion in Pedro's face. Racquet dances in a daze. Only to win, the two players' play burned to the ground.

“Han Test Game! Court Change!”

The voice of the Judge flows into the edible eardrum. I barely understood the contents of the head that was ordered due to lack of oxygen. With this, the score is 67, and you only need to win one more game.

‘… what, one more game here? ’

Hanwoojin, who had almost accidentally spit out his profanity, bit his lips forcefully. The dry lips torn and bled, but it was just the right amount of irritation to regain the fading mind.

A stalk of bitter liquid that feels like the tip of your tongue flows down your esophagus, riding on a dried collar.

Funnily, however, the reality returned and crushed his shoulder. I realized that I would not have known if I had been in a trance, but now I have returned to my senses. A stubborn foot and a loose grip condemned the harsh reality.

“Here, the end? ”

Ten and a half years before he came back.

To be defeated by a punk like this in front of the emperor who has reached the end of his 12-year tennis career?

Don't fuck with me! ’

Thirsty, thirsty wool dries with blood on your lips.

I ignore the plea of the femur who is crying to be knocked down immediately, and move on. Even as the sole of the shoe shook against the grass, it was unacceptable to stop your foot.

By the time the ceremony had turned white again, Han Woo-jin was standing on a new opposite coat.

... Why is it so quiet? ’

There is no sound like drowning in the deep. A silent silent crowd comes in from his gaze. Scary expressions, impressive expressions, stuffy expressions, and colorful faces were impressive. Han Woo-jin was curiously looking around because he didn't know the language.

If the W.A. hadn't been so bold as to approach, there would have been some difficulty in identifying the situation.

“[Me, Mr. Han. Are you okay? You can also request Medical Time….] ”

“[Ahh….] ”

He smiles bitterly, understanding the situation. Maybe he staggered his coat halfway through consciousness. I have seen such a scene. That's how it will react. The attendant's eyes had suddenly changed to that of the physician who was seeing the patient.

‘Medical time... ’

A minimum of 5 minutes rest is available upon request. He is close to his limit, with no idea how sweet a brief break would be.

However, Han Woo-jin was unable to nod. If it collapses here, you won't be able to stand up again.

“[It's okay.] ”

“[But…]”

“[It's really okay, please continue.] ”

Pale complexion, a face that began to turn purple, and dry lips due to dehydration were never good mollusks.

If it had been a medical team in the Arena, Hanwoojin's mollusk would have reached a grim state even if he had stopped the match and declared TKO.

Nevertheless, his voice was filled with a force that was difficult to resist.

As the Facilitator descends from his coat, who thinks he can't break Han Woojin's will, the final, which was paused, resumes. With the referee's hand, the ball flew out of Pedro's hand, standing across the net.

“Game 14! Roger Fedro to Serve! ”

Merritt in the sub-game is no longer available. Pure competence, and the struggle of mental power that transcends limits.

Is this how it feels to meet a beast in a state of insanity, leaving one step behind? The sensation that shifted sharply like a knife to the neck rushes through Pedro's central nerve.

That's a bluff! I bet you can't even walk properly! ’

He forcefully twists his trembling grip and throws the ball up.

It was not the first time I was pushed to the limit, but I felt the same feeling now for the first time.

Pa-ang!

The ball extends straight out. The opposing Pokémon's foothold is steady, and the flat serve swings lightly and falls down.

Paan!

“Love Fifteen (0: 15)! ”

The racket didn't miss the ball, even though it was like it was about to collapse.

The ball that had just handed over the net was inadvertently lifted and was out of Pedro's hands.

A seemingly meaningless return ace made by a grumpy player and a grumpy collaboration with a grumpy ball.

But no one laughs. No one here deserves to laugh at a young man stumbling like a scarecrow.

Paan!

I stabbed it sharply this time. Sub-Ace, Fifteen Ol (15: 15).

Pa-ang!

The Bali that fell forward accidentally hit the sideline, Fifteen Surty (15: 30).

Paan!

The short disconnected serve is not catching up. Certy All (30: 30).

I was pushed back by the ball from the body shot. Poti Surty (40: 30).

“Ugh!”

After exchanging so far, the reality that had become distant came back and harassed Han Woojin. The pain in his arms and legs, shortness of breath, and trembling fingers pierced his frontal lobe together.

However, Han Woo-jin didn't let go of the racket. I got rid of the temptation to let go and hit them with all my dying strength.

Pa-ang!

“Deuce (40: 40)! ”

Pedro's face is agitated, giving up Duce against Han Woojin, who is all dying. You don't collapse after battling the rally a few times, as if you were going to fall every time you hit the ball. In his predictions, Han Woo-jin had already been lifted by the medical staff more than ten times.

‘This can't be...’

Is it because he was embarrassed when he went out of his mind? Pedro's racket, momentarily distracted, was slightly out of place.

Paan!

Balls that are hit outside of the suite spot are often raised high or dropped low. This time, the tall ball surpassed the net.

One way or another, Pedro's face, which was avoided, turned to dirt and went back to bloodshot.

And all the last SP was burned, and Han Woojin's body soared up.

“Phew!”

Paoaoaoaoang!

Can't be happier than this?

An almost normal smash strikes Pedro in the face. A slug that bounces into the racket when faced head-on in the same situation.

Pedro's face twists roughly as he sees the power of the falling ball.

‘Damn, I can't take it. ’

If he picks it up and sticks his wrist, he falls out before Han Woo-jin does. Pedro, who quickly judged the understanding room, took a step back.

Immediately after, the green remnant broke with the grass.

“Advantage, Test in Han! Championship Point!”

This is the last one.

Two athletes intuitively noticed that. Han Woo-jin's body and the flow of the game all end here. The crowd does not hear the joyous cheer. Excessive concentration heats the brain and focuses only on moving the body.

The descriptors of the desk went crazy, and the support of the family was just off the stage.

Soon after, Pedro makes his move, he gently lowers the raised racket to the oblique line.

Pa-ang!

In a slow illusion, Han Woo-jin chases after the ball and throws himself. He had a hunch that the outcome of the battle would be determined by the success or failure of this leap. The concentration was so high that the water was red in front of my eyes.

I got you!

The ball's trajectory is visible. Hanwoojin stretched out the racket in line with the orbit he had read.

At that moment, I remembered a nightmare message.

[You are aware of Roger Pedro's special skills.]

[You are aware of the special skill Linear Bend.]

[The status window of 'Roger Pedro’ displays the name of the special skill.]

Before he could finish reading the message, the ball stretches straight and suddenly folds over his waist. Like Han Woo-jin, even the last SP was literally the last blow.

Hanwoojin's face slowly painted a figure of a groaning. Despite the accelerated time to the limit, the racket was only getting away from the ball.

I can't reach it!

I lose.

I don't want to lose.

I didn't give up.

Ah, this is how I end up again.

”Ahhhh!"

The sound that came out of my heart was not already called a unity. The pathetic roar was more credible than the cry.

Without knowing what she was screaming, Han Woo-jin simply reached out to the racket. I folded my squeaky knees and threw myself down without even thinking about landing.

Was it because of the mood? At your fingertips, a feathery mistaken message was conveyed.

Phew.

Han Woo-jin's body heavily fell forward and swept through the grass. The tingling pain hits his face. Even the grinding pain in the steel panels made my eyes frown.

What about the ball? ’

It was hard to even get up. However, Han Woo-jin barely lifted his torso and looked over the net.

Over the net, rolling ball.

I open my mouth and look around. The stadium was waiting for Han Woojin's word, silent.

He barely understands the situation. For commentators, journalists, and spectators, it was an unfortunate, unpleasant quote.

“… Huh? ”

And there was a storm.

* * *

Waaaahhhhhhhh!!

Even MBS 'desks were shaken not too far away by the screams of the landscape. The substrates on the desk fell to the ground, trembling, and the cup of coffee only fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.

But no one left a nerve to focus on such trivial matters.

“Victory! Victory! Ha, Han Woo, Han Woo Jin! Beat Emperor Roger Pedro in the Wimbledon Championship Final to win a trophy! ”

“This is really a dream! Don't talk about Park, just slap me on the cheek! I have to make sure I'm dreaming! ”

“What's the meaning of a dream, Yoon Hae-yeong? Han Woo-jin wins, wins! Stop talking nonsense and scream! ”

The two commentators stood up, grabbing each other's collars, pulling and pushing each other's collars, and causing all kinds of commotion. It was Dum who wrapped his brow like a drunk worker. Where do you see these commentators coming from? Their goal was not really more or less than a drunkard.

After nearly five minutes of drunkenness, the two commentators jumped back into their seats with an embarrassed look on their faces. What was difficult to say first, they turned their heads toward the former director who was sitting there quietly while they were running wild at about the same time.

And then I realized.

“Huh? I'm the director? ”

“Director?! No, where have you been? ”

Empty chairs hanging from their eyes.

“... Phew. ”

The sound of a sigh of smoke flowed through the thick lips. I actually had a cigarette. I just didn't light it. I couldn't smoke in the stadium.

Leaving the desk, the man leaning against the outskirts of the stadium, and the tribute looked down at his coat with his delicate eyes.

The awards ceremony is in full swing. As Roger Pedro first took the large tray and lifted it high, a thunderous shout sounded out from Wimbledon Stadium again. The eardrum was very painful.

However, the former director had only smoked cigarettes without turning a deaf ear or frowning.

“Do you want to smoke? ”

A heavy voice shifts his head as he looks down at his coat.

A suit made of luxurious materials, an old man with a charming old look behind him. It was the head of the NK group, the symbol, and the viewing room.

“… No, thank you. ”

The tribute took the cigarette out of his mouth and broke it as it was.

Then he shoved a half-folded cigarette in his pocket, and finally saw Hanwoojin, who was accepting the trophy.

Cho, who silently approached him, also did not move with his gaze fixed on Wimbledon's coat.

“Aren't you going? ”

While no outsider can enter the coat during the awards ceremony, it is possible to approach an outsider. The former director was one of the few qualified to reach Han Woojin. Even counting family, friends, agents, etc. will be difficult to pass the fever.

“I like it here. It's quite open, and most of all, I'm not that old-school. ”

“Hah, pretending to be young is also a precaution. ”

With a look of empathy, Cho smiled, looking at Han Woo-jin who was just hugging Shin Se-yeon. It was a pleasant and joyful day. Even if I could die right now, I could smile and feel confident that I could go to that world.

However, on the contrary, I could also feel the rushing force within him that was not of his age.

“We have a lot of work to do. ”

“Well, I can't help it. ”

Korea's first Grand Slam winner. There was a lot to do and a lot to do. I still have a long way to go for Korean tennis to survive. This Wimbledon victory will save you quite a journey.

That meant that the former director and chairman Cho were too early to leave the office.

“I'll go back first. You can congratulate me on my share. ”

“Aren't you going to meet him in person? ”

A four-year-old voice flows from the lookout hall toward the former director who is buried with a mysterious face.

“I'm not an old man, as they say. ”

The former director, who was stunned for a moment, smiled and turned his gaze back onto his coat. As soon as Han Woo-jin was released from his coat, he was suffering by his family members.

It must be so hard being so close to the whole world.

“Ha, that kind of trouble is for librarians, man. ”

It was quite amusing to talk like he was asking for my life. He stumbles in succession, hugging, and eventually gets snatched away by Shin Se-yeon and even kissed. It was not a man's face. It's an event that could literally go down in black history. Counting the shutters pressed by the reporters will weigh over a hundred units lightly.

After suffering for a long time, Pedro approaches with a warm face at the end and takes a picture. The former director looked at his coat with his pitiful eyes, but turned away. It was because the landscape he had dreamed of was more dazzling than he could ever imagine.

Han Woo-jin smiled brightly behind the back of the tribute ceremony. He held the trophy up high and was caught in the flashes of thousands of rounds with a nephew who could not hold him and fall.

It was the end of the 2007 Wimbledon title.

[Grand Slam to claim the title of Wimbledon.]

[All stats increase by 1.]

[You have confirmed your final achievement. Reward is paid.]

[Level up all skills by 1.]

[………]

[…… Congratulations, USER ‘Han Woo-jin’]