Chapter 125. The lonely person!

  The time went back to the day after the Kanto Tournament.

  "Are you kidding me!!"

  "Calm down! Murasakibara-chan!!"

  With his arm bandaged, Murasakibara immediately rioted when he heard the doctor's conclusion. He was no longer as lazy as usual. He Jingjing, when Kise saw it, he immediately pulled him forward to persuade him.

  "I have to receive treatment for at least two months?!"

  "How can I accept such a ridiculous thing!!"

  His expression became very scary, and Murasakihara shouted angrily.

  Momoi on the side was frightened by his voice and took a few steps back.

  "Sorry..."

  "Let me be quiet."

  Looking at the frightened Momoi, Murasakihara paused slightly, then lowered his head so that his expression could not be seen clearly, and he apologized in a low voice.

  Then a person left the room.

  "Doctor, is there really nothing we can do?"

  Seeing Murasakibara leaving, Kise turned to look at the doctor in front of him and asked.

  "What nonsense are you talking about?"

  "What did you do to get that kind of injury?"

  "If he wasn't physically strong, there's a question of whether he could recover."

  On the contrary, the doctor didn't quite understand what these young people were doing to survive.

  A fracture of that degree is like being hit by a car.

  "Two months is the most basic treatment period."

  "After that, we have to observe his recovery to determine whether subsequent treatment is needed."

  "Try to avoid activities of the right hand and Injured again! Otherwise, you might end up with a disability that you will regret for the rest of your life."

  As if he was a little worried that these young people were messing around, he warned with a serious expression.

  Kise and Momoi walked out of the room, and both fell silent.

  "Zi Jun. It must be very uncomfortable."

  "Yes. He says that, but in his heart he likes to play tennis more than anyone else."

  ...

  "Pa Ta."

  Walking silently in the corridor of the hospital , Ziyuan's mood was very complicated.

  "Huh? Two years?"

  But when he passed by a ward, he heard a familiar tone coming from inside through the door.

  Eiji Kikumaru

  "Yes, the condition of his right hand is very bad."

  "It is initially estimated that the treatment time will take at least two years."

  "Although the arm will gradually recover with treatment, it is impossible to perform strenuous activities with this hand during this period. ."

  "No,"

  the voice from inside made Atsushi Murasakihara, who was walking around, stop.

  "It's okay."

  "Kawamura, what are you laughing at?"

  "At least two years! This means that it is impossible for you to continue in junior high school. Let's play tennis."

  "Shut up, Eiji! Kawamura is like this, and you still talk like this."

  The exchanges continued, and Murasakihara listened quietly.

  "But, doctor, is it possible to be completely cured?"

  "There is no guarantee. It can only depend on the effect during the treatment period."

  "Really."

  "I am quite curious as to why his hands became like this. Are they single? Was your hand hit by a truck?"

  "Ah...?"

  Murasakihara stopped listening and walked away slowly, his figure looking so lonely and sad.

  ...

  "Wow!"

  When Murasakihara woke up in the early morning of the next day and was sitting in the ward to rest, he heard a familiar sound.

  "Wow!"

  "Wow!"

  That was the sound of swinging a racket. After practicing it countless times, Murasakihara identified it. Even if it was slow and slight, he still knew what it was.

  With doubts, he walked to the window sill, then opened the window and looked at it.   

  ".!?"

  But after seeing the scene in the yard clearly, his pupils couldn't help but sway.

  I saw that Takashi Kawamura's right hand was bandaged, but his left hand was holding a tennis racket and swinging it awkwardly. He seemed not very adaptable to playing left-handed.

  "That guy"

  couldn't describe how he felt now, and Murasakihara couldn't understand what he was doing.

  Even though he has been sentenced to a two-year "sentence", he is still training?

  Does he still think he still has a chance to play in junior high school?

  He finally knew the answer at noon.

  "Well."

  After eating, he was just about to go back to the ward to rest, when he heard someone calling him from behind.

  Murasakihara turned around and saw Kawamura Takamasa standing behind him with a troubled expression.

  "What's the matter?"

  Murasaki Yuan said coldly, but she didn't want to communicate with him.

  "About the previous game."

  "I'm sorry."

  "?"

  Not understanding what Kawamura Takashi was talking about, Murasakihara turned around and faced him in confusion.

  "I'm really sorry for hurting you."

  Kawamura Takashi said in a serious tone, almost apologizing with his head lowered.

  "Why are you apologizing?"

  Surprised, Murasakihara glanced at the injury on his right hand and asked.

  "Because if it hadn't been for the ball I hit, you wouldn't have been injured."

  "I didn't think I could hit a ball like that."

  It was obvious that he was the one who made the "nasty remarks" first during the game and went to catch the ball. It was also him, but Takashi Kawamura took the initiative to come over and apologize to him.

  Murasakihara had never met such a "good old man" before, and was stunned for a moment.

  "You don't need to apologize to me."

  "I was just rude. It was my choice not to listen to the dissuasion to catch the ball. It was not your fault."

  "I really need to apologize."

  As the saying goes, Without reaching out to hit the smiling person, Murasakihara also knew that his words that day were a bit excessive. If he was right or wrong, it would definitely not be Kawamura.

  (Whatever you say. But I will never give up!)

  (Murasakibara, don't take it!!!)

  The last moments of the game flashed through my mind. On the last ball, he was beaten by Kawamura Takashi with a move he had never imagined. Defeated.

  Why did you catch that ball at that time?

  Perhaps it was because he saw Takashi Kawamura who had strong faith and tried his best to burst out with power that surpassed him. He was unwilling to believe that fact. So much

  so that he overestimated his own capabilities and finally lost in such a confrontation

  (you lost because of your own arrogance) .Murasakibara.)

  Shirazu's words emerged in his memory. Maybe he

  looked down on those who were inferior to him as he said. He blindly denied the efforts of others and

  listened to Akashi and Shirazu's words because they were more powerful than him. He

  said so . Playing tennis is boring, but in his heart he wants to lose more than anyone else.

  "Can I ask you a question?"

  "Ah?"

  Suddenly confused by Murasakibara's question, Kawamura Takashi scratched his head with his left hand and wondered.

  "You're like this."

  "Why are you still training?"

  Kawamura Takashi's slow swing training in the morning flashed through his mind, and Murasakihara's tone was a little low, and he asked a question in a slight voice.

  He was obviously more seriously injured than himself, but he was still making that "ridiculous" effort.

  It seemed so insignificant and insignificant

  , like an ant struggling

  , but it was such a person who hit a ball that he could not catch in the game.

  "Ah? Did you see it? Please don't tell the doctors or them."

  "As for why I'm training, it's because."

  "I still want to continue playing tennis."

  "I made an appointment with Tezuka and the others for three years in junior high school. No matter what happens, it will definitely happen." I will keep up with them!!"

  (End of chapter)