[Hikaru No Go Fanfiction] The Nineteen Lines

Talent, hard work, disappointment, isolation, success and failure: who can judge?

Those who abandon reality for their dreams are destined to be abandoned by reality in turn.

Then, by a twist of fate, that failed genius transmigrated into the world of Hikaru no Go, returning to the place where his dream began.

On that nineteen-by-nineteen board, was it passion, resentment, stubbornness, or a devotion so deep it would never falter, regret nothing?

Between those nineteen lines, who was turning the tables and commanding the storm?

The divine Go player, poised like a crouching dragon or a seated tiger, whose skill reached the realm of the gods and whose heights seemed impossible to scale, might not be alone after all.

A good game of Go takes two people to play.

"God, did you let me travel through time and space to be by Hikaru's side just for this moment... so he could see this game?"

"Toya, I crossed the distance between our lives to come to your side, just so I could play this game with you..."

Our lives will never grow old or fade away, because the games we play are who we are. Even hundreds or thousands of years from now, when future generations see the games we left behind, they will still be moved, and realize that we are right there.

Theme: I crossed the distance between our lives to come to your side, just so I could play this game with you.