Echizen, come and knock me down and see!
Echizen, become the pillar of Seigaku!
Echizen, why do you want to play tennis?
Since that afternoon, these words and the minister's affectionate actions at that time have been spinning in Echizen's mind like a movie. He is so strong, so strong.
What on earth do I play tennis for?
Ryoma, who was wearing a black school uniform, was walking home, his face under the orange sunset full of confusion.
Just to surpass one person's tennis, what's the point? You are too childish.
Echizen, I want to see your own tennis.
Let me see the tennis ball that belongs to you Echizen Ryoma! Echizen!