Grand Slam

“I knew it, you're good. ”

The marble stares helplessly at the ball as it passes by itself.

“Out!”

The Line Judge declares it out, and Gaske frowns and mutters something to himself. Probably insulting or blaming myself...

The marble looks up at the scored light board. The marble is now 5: 1 in front of it.

“I didn't do well.... ”

The marble waits for the serve of Gaske.

“Woohoo!! ”

With a boiling sound, Garbage's serve rages.

Just like a simple serve, you plug it into the backhand direction of the marble.

“Hehe!”

Bang!!!

Shhh.

The return swing of marble was incredibly powerful.

‘I can control it. ’

If you feel like you can't handle the power and speed of the other person's serve, just swing by thinking about bringing a racket to the ball. However, it is a pretty good strategy to swing the strongest within the limit of 'controllable’ like the current quartz if the opponent's serve is considered extremely satisfactory.

Boom.

It's unlikely, but everyone on the coat saw the ball bouncing and mistook it for a thump. It was such a fierce return ace.

Gaske's eyes staring at rocks are strange. Anger and endless curiosity stand against the broken, broken eyes.

‘You've been thinking about keeping score ever since. There is no strategy. ’

The marble remembers a set of features as it receives the ball thrown by the Volvo.

* * *

It takes a lot of time to pull yourself up the fastest and check your opponent's abilities, as always, at the beginning of a match. The marble also gave an okay ball and tried to feel the ability of the gasket as a skin. But it wasn't Gaske.

Bang!!

“Out!! ”

Boom!

“Out.”

Swinging swings and shots, one at a time, swing with all your might.

In particular, the backhand was able to see why Gaske was rated ‘The Master of One Hand Backhand’.

How did such power come out of that little body? One in 10 and two of them hit a very high quality ball, which also pushed the quartz.

‘It's similar to the ones we've been through since preliminary times. ’

It doesn't matter whether it's out or in.

Throw your whole body into the ball for the most confident and deadly blow. It was a game where I used the racket in my hand to exchange the ball, but when I faced the children, I felt like I was playing a duel with the sword. To that extent, they made every effort to send the ball to the confident, aiming place.

If you try to do so, 7 out of 10 and 8 out of 10, but if one or two have a human body, you will be amazed at beating the ball to a course that can never be received.

Another characteristic was that, as Gaske did, most young athletes were not afraid of the marble backhand.

Like ‘I can't get it right now, but I will be able to get it in this match,’ I constantly dedicated the ball to the strength of marble, as I vigorously challenged myself and marble.

* * *

Whether it was anger or a challenging ritual, I realized that the marble silently accepted the gaze of flaming red gaske.

‘It's not practicing, it's practicing. They want progress, not results. ’

In the beginning, a marble that plays in the eyes of adults is now an ‘infinite belief in itself’ that is allowed only for a short period of time, like a flame, throughout its entire life, which can never be understood.

The word impossible is the time when you can do everything without even realizing it. Junior athletes have more unknowns than they know, so they can throw themselves.

And meaningful leaders in their previous lives insisted that they should be imitated by these "rituals" of Western children. It's the biggest reason we don't have professional athletes who lead the world in Asia.

“Even so... a match is a match. ”

Even if I wanted to understand the strange nurture, I couldn't understand it.

He can play in his own way.

The marble closes its eyes and takes a deep breath.

“Phew……. ”

The hearts of humans who were rolling into the abyss were like this when they looked at the Abyss with their own eyes, and the breath of stone approached the listener very heavily and strangely. Irritation, envy, and pressure on performance… all emotions have been vomited.

“I have to teach you as an adult. Some things are impossible, some things aren't. ”

* * *

The stone massacre has begun.

“Fifteen Love. ”

Sub-Ace.

“Certy Love. ”

Sub & Bali.

“Potty Love”

Re-Ace.

“Lee Young-seok from the game. ”

The marble that caused the stroke to run around so wide, the marble shook back and forth so badly as it ran straight. Drop and robe, drop again, and last pass shot.

Gaske is unable to return to his seat.

Whereas marble didn't sweat a drop, he sat on a chair with a dry face and drank a few drinks calmly. There was no promising gasket in his view.

‘Let Junior finish this once and for all. ’

It was this sapphic thought during the match, but he quickly wanted to compete with the world leaders. His spirit is too old and too old to be beaten by children here.

After the moment's rest was over, even after the coat chain, marble was dedicated to harassing the attendants constantly.

‘Now we have to start thinking about what you're good at, what I'm not. ’

However, Gaske was just swinging the racket mercilessly at the same pace as at the beginning of the game.

“ ……!!! ”

Continuing unilateral time and one day ahead of a match point, this transition occurred.

“Huh, does that go in there? ”

A surprised voice popped from the stone's mouth. It's rare.

Gaske was not pleased with his point at all. His gaze was constantly nailed to the marble. Living, the struggle of the child tried to suppress the rock by being alive. I realized that Aura, visible to the first-timers, surrounded Gaske's entire body.

“Not a chance.”

Bang!!

“ ……. ”

Gaske stares at the ball dazed.

“Game three, match. ”

The End of Judgment Declaration sprinkles ice water on the backdrop of Gaske, who was warming his coat.

The marble walks up to Nate and stares at Gasquet standing there dazed.

‘Good thing you got in, then. ’

The last sub-ace that quartz finished the game is the previous jumping serve.

The quartz, which had been thoroughly adjusted to the height of the jump, had somehow reached the point where it jumped from its position to about 30 centimeters and hit the sub.

The speed was surprisingly great considering the speed of 190 kilometers an hour, and the sub of marble that had always been so so-so.

‘I'm not motivated, but the best serve is in. ’

He couldn't figure out why he was so depressed.

Faced with a sparkling pure talent, it may make you feel bad, or it may be a matchless match after a thrombus with Sapine. As a result, Gaske was only unilaterally burned by the furnace of marble.

“Hey!"

While waiting, exhausted rock summoned Gaske, Gaske quickly regained his senses and approached the net.

‘Let's see what your eyes look like as a loser. ’

The marble looks at the eyes of the slimy gasket.

“ ……!! ”

Surprisingly, Gaske did not feel any pain or guilt of defeat.

It was still full of glowing confidence and struggle.

The marble shook hands with a bloody smile.

“Your back hand, very good. ”

Gaske opens his mouth to the marble official.

“Next time, you win. Stay tuned. What's your name?”

The top 10 players in the world nodded and gladly replied, thinking it was different.

“Lee Young-seok. Remember well. He's been in your way for over a decade now. ”

Of course, the hind horse was not too cold.

A tremendous amount of strength was drawn into the hands of both athletes.

But I thought this feeling was fine.

* * *

The finals quickly approached. When I came to my senses, it is tomorrow's final.

However, because there was no thick match, marble was not motivated all the time.

‘Braidenton Open was even worse. ’

Since many things came over my shoulders, marble went through a change of heart without even knowing it. In fact, so far, there have been overwhelming competition with children of the same age, but it makes no sense that marble is so unmotivated. However, he recently entered the Declaration of Independence of Jinhee and the Junior Major Competition, and he distinguished himself from them in his ignorance. Adults and children.

Face to face with both hands! The noisy marble lifts up its body that was hanging from the bed and starts stretching.

‘That's it. You have to win. ’

Knock, knock.

“Come in.”

The person who opened up the visit to the marble was Sam.

“Hey, how did you sleep? ”

“Of course, good night. Here you go. ”

The marble gave Sam a piece of paper on his desk.

It was a tradition of the academy, "self-inspection."

“Haha, you don't have to wear this all the time. You can take care of this on your own. And that's the purpose of our academy. ”

The marble shakes its head.

“This is too important a task to think about. That's authentic. ”

As the rock smiles and speaks, Sam puts his hands on his head and smiles bitterly.

“A marble is so analog to its age. ”

In spite of that, Sam does not neglect to look at the paper handed to him by the marble.

And I tried to understand the condition of the rock. Sam is an office worker, but like all of the Academy's employees, he prides himself on being a professional and understanding tennis better than anyone else. But he did not speak out of his mouth. Player's individual share of inspection and improvement. There is no need for coercion. Especially for a pro who opens his door like a rock.

“What are these... people doing here? Out of the way!”

So, in the morning sunlight, two beautiful men were having a lovely conversation, and suddenly I heard a sharp, high solidarity. And behind Sam, In-young tries to push him away, wriggling.

The woman's voice was no stranger to marble.

He's one of the most precious people I've heard in a long time.

“Aunt?”

Soon, In-young, who pushed Sam away, clearly entered the marble's vision.

It was the same age as the parents of marble, but it was still a beautiful woman doctor, Lee Young-ae.

“Oh my!! Honey!”

She looks like a girl, but her tone was meaningless.

The marble approached the spiritual child with a sunny smile.