Half Ryuzaki (Prince of Tennis)

One half, 50%.

Half of her, half of me, moving through ordinary days, comforting and encouraging each other.

The slightly airheaded girl in the milk tea shop,

The slightly clumsy girl on the tennis court,

One in China, the other in Japan.

She is an elegant cherry blossom in spring.

Once, she had a brief, shy bloom. Now, after the wind and rain, she has found her true blossoming.

She is a steaming cup of original milk tea in winter.

Once, she was bitter tea. Now, she has become sweet, creamy milk.

She and she, flower and tea: an ordinary transmigration, an expected exchange of halves.

Can each of their 50% become the 100% they hope for?

Let it all begin, starting this midsummer.

P.S. I'm no longer at that immature age, but my writing still seems stuck there. To put it kindly, the story takes time to warm up; to put it plainly, I tend to drag things out a little. Still, thanks to your support, encouragement, and suggestions, I've made my way through all the thorns. I'm grateful to have had you by my side, and now I finally understand the wonderful feeling of a story gradually hitting its stride.

I hope those of you reading can come along with me, starting out green and gradually hitting your stride too.

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