A middle-aged man wearing a black kimono and with a full beard and unkempt appearance appeared in the group of Qingxue.
"Nanjiro, why are you here?"
Coach Ryuzaki looked at him, "Are you here to confirm if Ryoma has recovered his memory?"
Speaking of this, Ryuzaki Sumire got angry: "I'm telling you, you haven't changed your naughty temper for so many years, is your son your toy? Balabalabala..."
"Ah, spare me, old woman. It's been so many years. Why are you still nagging like that?"
Echizen Nanjiro rubbed his ears, closed his left eye and opened his right eye, looking helpless.
"You... humph!"
Because the children were all there, Ryuzaki Sumire swallowed the anger that was about to come out of her mouth.
Echizen Nanjiro breathed a sigh of relief and greeted the teenagers with a smile.
"Hello, boys~"
Ryuzaki Sumire took the initiative to introduce: "This is Ryoma's father, Echizen Nanjiro."
Oh, Echizen’s father.
Um?
Echizen...Nanjiro? ? ?
“Huh?!!”
Apart from Tezuka, Fuji who had sensed it, the Atobe brothers who knew it in advance, and Yukimura and Sanada who were a little surprised but managed their expressions well,
Everyone else had a look of doubt on their faces, “What? What did I hear? (O_o)??”
"That... the legendary samurai Nanjiro?"
Taocheng bowed slightly and asked sincerely: "Senior Nanjiro, may I ask, what is the threshold of perfection?"
"Hiss~ I want to know too."
"Or do I need to have some qualifications?"
"Wrong! Absolutely wrong!"
Echizen Nanjiro crossed his hands in front of his chest, made a "cross" gesture, and shook his head violently: "You are all wrong, young man, there is no such thing as a perfect trick in this world, let alone a perfect talent."
"ha?"
Genichirō Sanada was puzzled: "Excuse me, what does that mean?"
Echizen Nanjiro stroked his chin, frowning, and racked his brains to think about how to organize his words: "Um...it's better to say that, instead of saying that there is no such thing as perfect clothing...it's better to say that this thing of perfect clothing is actually possessed by everyone?"
Looking at the puzzled eyes of the teenagers, he smiled complacently, with a sense of pride and strange pride as a teacher. He paused intentionally to keep them in suspense.
"Want to know?"
"think!!!"
"Hehe, I won't tell you (*^▽^*)~"
“Boom——”
Ryuzaki Sumire slammed her knife into his back and ordered, "Stop keeping us in suspense and speak properly!"
"Yes, yes! Violent old woman..."
"Hmm?" He looked dangerous.
"No, no, no, I'll tell you what I'll tell you!"
Echizen Nanjiro raised his hands in surrender.
As the saying goes: In life, you should fight bravely when you need to fight, and you should admit defeat quickly when you need to be cowardly.
Looking at the teenagers, he said seriously: "When you first started playing tennis, you were so addicted to practice that you forgot it was dark, right? No matter how badly your parents scolded you, you were all happy and addicted. At that time, everyone was in a perfect state~"
The young men either lowered their heads or raised their heads, or frowned in thought or indulged in something thoughtful.
"But in order to win, you learn the so-called 'safe' way of playing to avoid mistakes, and before you know it, you have already forgotten your original intention."
“In fact, even on the world stage, most of the players are like this.”
"The feeling you had when you first started playing tennis?"
"Enjoy the tennis, eh?"
Yukimura Seiichi murmured in a low voice: "So that's how it is. This is the true state of selflessness. It's perfect."
Jingguang lowered his eyelids slightly and remained silent.
Maybe he will never be able to reach that level in his entire life.
He knew that there was a fundamental difference between him and the people present.
The next day, the Youth Tennis Monthly detailed this remarkable battle between the two schools.
And call it - the battle between kings and emperors!
(Seeing the monthly magazine's Atobe Keigo: What kind of unglamorous name is this? Huh? That slutty female reporter came up with it!? Bad review!)