Watching King of Nets again after so many years will still make my blood boil, and I will still be moved by countless small details. Every scene and every familiar face is deeply reflected in my heart and soul.
Ryoma greets people with "hello" and replies with "cut" to look at people with the back of his head and the corners of his eyes. Fuji, who is a genius but has a dark belly but loves his younger brother, pursues Tezuka, Tezuka, who has never fallen down, has an iceberg face, Momoro is Seigaku's most difficult foodie, Kaidou, who looks scary but is kind-hearted and loves small animals, Kame, who is holding the terrible dried vegetable juice with a wicked smile on his face, Kawamura, who has a dual personality, Kikumaru, who is like a cute and kind cat, and Oishi, the egg-headed one who is called Seigaku's aunt...
Everyone is so close to me, but when I reach out to touch them, they are so far away from me...
If time travel really exists, I would pay any price just to be able to shout for them on the court in person...
This wonderful youth is like a memory that I have lost.