Your name is Tsukimiya Naho. You're twelve years old, Japanese American, probably. Your parents are never around, always taking the athletes they coach off to train somewhere. Right now, you're staying with a friend of your parents who looks like he's aged before his time, and learning to play Go from him.
For the time being, you can call him Teacher.
Teacher praised your talent at Go to the skies, then thoroughly trounced you.
You: ...
Luckily, there was another kid about your age next door who got beaten just as badly every day.
Feeling that you were in the same boat, you decided to meet him, say hello, and get acquainted.
And then his first gift to you was a tennis ball right in the face.
A few years later, you were chatting with a candy stick in your mouth as you browsed a forum. “Do you know that saying online, ‘Childhood friends can’t beat someone who shows up later’?”
“Yeah,” Echizen Ryoma agreed, his voice drawing out into an awkward, resentful whine after you brought up the past. “Why do you still remember that...?”
“Of course I do. That was a ball chosen by fate,” you said matter-of-factly. “I’m going to remember it for the rest of my life.”
Theme: Childhood friends are the best!
A cheerful little party boy, a cool guy who rarely talks, but also blames the rhyme
? Did this chapter suddenly break off in the middle, missing the second half?
Ha
Hahahahahahahahahahaha, like the bamboo shoots that Long Ya would snatch
Love in student days really makes people smile
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh so cute
Ah ah ah, my wife's writing is so beautiful, please update it.
No more updates, baby QAQ