Of tennis and love ( PRINCE OF TENNIS YUKIMURA SEIICHI FF )

CHAPTER 2 - the child of god

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'That drawing? Me?' I wondered, staring at the drawing the girl standing in front of me was holding. I met many girls who drew me, but never once had someone drawn something like that. It looked like something my younger sister in elementary school could've drawn.

I examined the girl standing in front of me, her brows furrowed in confusion. It was mildly amusing, seeing her reaction when I replied to her.

Her mouth opened and closed in shock, as she dropped the drawing before running off. I picked up the drawing from the floor, noticing the features that were on my 'face'.

It was amusing, considering the first present I would receive after coming back from the hospital would be an interestingly drawn sketch. However, what was more surprising was the fact that she didn't know me.

Thinking back on the harsh whispers that surrounded me as I entered the school in the morning, with people muttering that I've become weak. Incompetent. Not suitable to be captain. It was dreadful. In a prestigious school like Rikkaidai, it's either you are the prey or you prey on others.

I finished up my tasks in the room, letting out a small chuckle. I walked to the tennis court, eyes growing cold as my hands clutch my tennis bag. The regulars looked at me, eyes brimming with pride, adoration, and from the other members- fear or disdain.

"Buchou, you're back." The regulars shouted as they crowded around me, smiling and expressing concern. I smiled, silencing them.

"The fluke that occurred during the Kantou-tournament would not be repeated. From today onwards, we would double the training plan, and Rikkaidai would continue its win and its reign." I spoke, addressing the message to all the players. The murmurs slowly started between the Year 2 normal players.

I observed them, as I continued, "To those that feel I am unfit to be your captain, let's have a match." I spoke, as I offered a smile before entering the court.

"Foolish..." Sanada spoke, as he watched a few juniors enter the court only to remain on the floor, screaming in agony clutching the air. To even think of going against an opponent of different strength, someone even I could not beat, just because he was sick, was stupid.

People stopped challenging Yukimura, and those who were once arrogant, quieten down as fear crept into their knowing face.

Yukimura Seiichi made sure no one doubted him as the one who could lead, the one who brought the team to the nationals. The one who won against every obstacle. The one who brought the team its multiple golds.

A small smile graced his lips, as he walked out the courts as the referee announced, "6-0, Yukimura Seiichi wins."

The child of God is back.