This is a story about "the last sleepover". Three years ago, we were selected as U-17 students as junior high school students. Three years later, junior high school students began to prepare for the college entrance examination. An invitation letter from Atobe brought them back together after being scattered across the country, picking up their tennis rackets. For the dreams we once had; for the days when we struggled together, competed, or stood on opposite sides of the tennis court as opponents.
We can't go on together forever, but at least we still have memories.