Prince of Tennis: A tennis legend that started from signing in

Chapter 63: The Banned Group - The Old, Weak, Sick, and Autistic People, and the Long Journey Home f

Not long after.

Kitagawa and Kirihara Akaya also got in the car.

Maybe my tense nerves have relaxed.

Kirihara Akaya quickly fell asleep leaning against the car window.

Beichuan looked at the dusk and sunset outside the window and couldn't help but sigh softly.

"Yukimura has Guillain-Barré syndrome, Sanada is self-isolating, and Kirihara is a bit schizophrenic."

"Tezuka is good at using his hands and has an old injury on his arm, so Fuji is not striving for progress."

"Tachibana sealed herself, Chitose's eyes are injured..."

"Even the samurai Nanjiro is actually... still a congenital..."

"Ah...it's really sad!"

Facing a group of opponents who are talented and capable, but also like that.

Beichuan was really helpless.

However, no matter who he faced, he didn't want the other party to play against him in that state.

Because even if you win, it can only be considered as defeating an opponent with a disabled body but a strong will.

Swish!Swish!Swish!

As one car after another passed by from the opposite side.

The car gradually returned to silence.

......

the other side.

Looking in the direction where there was no one anymore, Tezuka Kunimitsu had unknowingly almost finished the small bag of plums.

In fact.

Every day before breakfast, he would eat plums and drink tea as taught by his grandfather, Kuniichi Tezuka.

So I prefer plums.

"Tezuka?"

Fuji Shusuke beside him called out softly.

Trying to wake up the distracted Kunimitsu Tezuka.

"Gulu..."

The eyes of the others fell on the bag of plums in Tezuka Kunimitsu's hand.

He swallowed subconsciously.

After all, even their minister, who was very strict and unwilling to compromise easily in both public and private matters, was eating non-stop.

It really makes people imagine its taste.

"What is this, everyone?"

Just at this time.

Ryoma Echizen, who had finally finished cleaning up after class, walked into the Seigakuen Tennis Club carrying his tennis bag.

After seeing the mess on the floor and Tezuka Kunimitsu eating plums.

He couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and asked with confusion and curiosity.

"Everyone run thirty laps!"

“It’s really too lax!”

After coming to his senses, Kunimitsu Tezuka looked at everyone with great seriousness.

Then he spoke loudly.

At the same time, he put the last plum into his mouth and ate it.

"what?!"

"what......"

In two simultaneous wails with different tones.

Everyone started a long-distance running punishment in which they didn't get to eat and were unlucky enough to be robbed for no reason.

Well, Echizen Ryoma is among them.

"What happened?"

But no one answered his question.

Because everyone is in a precarious situation, no one dares to say a word, for fear that the situation will be doubled.

......

the other side.

Echizen family.

"Ha~~~"

"Why hasn't Longma come back yet?"

"Could it be that he was kidnapped by someone?"

Yawning and scratching his butt, Echizen Nanjiro turned over and looked at the ceiling.

next moment.

"Meow~"

Karubin jumped down directly and landed accurately on his face.

Then he started licking his front paws.

"Ah!"

I don’t know if it’s because of the cat’s hair or if I caught a cold.

Echizen Nanjiro immediately sneezed quite loudly.

For an instant.

Karubin jumped out with his fur standing on end.

"uncle!"

"Are you ill?"

Nanako Echizen, who had just entered the house, saw this scene and immediately asked with concern.

To be honest, she was still worried about her unkempt uncle who looked like that all day long, even though he looked young and strong.

"oops!"

"Nanako, do I look like someone who gets sick so easily?"

He was slightly startled, and a hint of strangeness and helplessness flashed in his eyes that others could not detect.

Then Echizen Nanjiro began to show off his exaggerated muscles.

"alright."

"Know it."

"Then again."

"Why hasn't Longma come back yet? It's so late."

Looking at the appearance of Echizen Nanjiro, Echizen Nanako couldn't help but laugh.

Then he looked at the time and asked in slight surprise.

"My stupid son might not be able to find his way home."

"It seems that only I, the old man, can go and pick him up."

After closing the magazine, Echizen Nanjiro stretched, said a few words casually, and walked out of the house.

"Uncle is really weird today."

Nanako Echizen muttered something and started to prepare dinner.

It didn't take long.

Echizen Nanjiro came to the overpass not far from his home.

The breeze blew the monk's clothes, his slightly messy stubble and deep eyes made him look even more vicissitudes of life at this moment.

stab~

Click!

He took out a box of cigarettes from his collar, took out one and lit it.

call......

Leaning against the guardrail, he exhaled a long puff of smoke.

"Really."

"My vision is starting to blur."

"My headaches are getting more frequent..."

Looking at the stars gradually twinkling in the sky, Echizen Nanjiro muttered calmly.

"Is this considered congenitally mentally retarded?"

Until the cigarette between his fingers was about to burn out.

He couldn't help but laugh at himself.

Then he threw the cigarette butt into the ashtray.

Then he crossed his arms in front of his chest, leaned his back against the railing and looked up at the bright moon.

"Ryoma, my stupid son, you need to hurry up!"

After a long time.

Echizen Nanjiro sighed with a hint of helplessness.

"Dad?"

"Are you waiting for me here?"

Ryoma Echizen, who finally completed the inexplicable thirty laps, did not expect that he would meet Nanjiro Echizen on his way home.

"Yo!"

"My stupid son finally showed up."

"Go home quickly, I'm almost starving!"

With a smile on his lips, Echizen Nanjiro urged directly.

He looked as if he couldn't wait to go home for dinner.

"Okay, okay, okay~"

"Know it."

"Wouldn't it be fine if you just waited for me at home?"

"I have to come out~"

Although Echizen Ryoma responded somewhat helplessly.

But his eyes were clearly filled with tenderness.

Then, the father and son slowly walked towards home.

But along the way, the two of them continued to bicker and chatter.

"Stupid son, when will you be able to stand at the top of the world tennis? I, your dad, have been there a long time ago."

"You old idiot, I'm only in the first grade of junior high school!"

"Our Ryoma hurts my heart, wuwuwu..."

"Okay, okay, stop pretending to cry. I'm really defeated by you, Dad."

"..."