The world of middle school tennis continues after the third grade tennis princes graduate.
The departure of the seniors will not take any smoke with them.
The fighting and climbing continues.
In ancient times, people conquered each other.
They piled up the corpses of their enemies and the remains of their weapons to show off their strength and boost their morale. The growing pile of corpses became known as Tropeion's Tower.
War is cruel but magnificent, just like youth is scorched but sweet.
The struggle for dreams is like climbing the Tower of Tropaeon, covered with scars and bloodstains all around, but still moving towards the highest point.
Teenage moment
Freeze, freeze
distant direction
The wind falls, the wind falls
With that tiny sphere
carry all
Yoyo, Yoyo