Your name is Tsukimi Sato Nanao, you are twelve years old, and you are a Japanese-American (probably). You have a pair of parents who are usually very good at it. They take their athletes around to train every day. Now you are staying at the house of a friend of your parents who seems to be aging prematurely, and you are learning to play chess with him.
Then let's call him teacher.
The teacher highly praised your Go talent, and then killed you and threw you into disrepute.
You:…
Fortunately, there is a kid about your age next door who is abused like you every day.
Out of sympathy, you plan to meet him to say hello and get to know him.
——Then this person's gift to you for the first time is to put a ball in your face.
…
A few years later you were chatting with a candy stick in your mouth while scrolling through the forum. "Do you know there is a saying on the Internet that childhood sweethearts cannot be beaten by someone from the sky?"
"Remember," Echizen Ryoma echoed your words, with a bit of an awkward and complaining sound in his voice after being brought up about old things, "How come you still remember..."
"No, that's the chosen ball." You said matter-of-factly, "I'll remember it for the rest of my life."
Concept: Childhood sweethearts are the ones who fall!