Son of God, He Said, Shut Up.

I am a chef named Yukimura, the great iron blood of Rikkai. Now, I have traveled through time. On the first day I joined the Rikkai Tennis Club, I knelt down on one knee in front of the purple-haired boy, bound to show my loyalty. "Ah! Mr. Yukimura, you - are my god!" The effect was unexpectedly good. Everyone agreed with the iron-blooded view of [Yukimura = My God], and even those who surrounded [My God] (specifically referring to a certain emperor, a certain seaweed, a certain military advisor...) Voluntarily retreated. Everything was developing in a positive way... Until [my God] discovered that there was more than just one person in me. Yes, in addition to being Chef Yukimura of the Ritsukai Grand Iron Blood, I also have various distinguished external identities such as Chef of the Hyotei Iron Blood Traces Division, Chef Seigaku Tetsuka Tezuka and so on. Faced with God's accusations and disbelief, I defended myself hoarsely, "Who only pushes one of the two dimensions?!" God didn't understand, God was angry, and God decided to give his believers a small punishment. After being locked up in a small dark room by God for 3652 seconds, I regretfully compromised and held my forehead helplessly, with fondness in my eyes, and said in a low and hoarse voice: "I know, from now on, I will no longer be a free and unrestrained noble man. You are my only destiny!" I didn't look up, but I knew God must be extremely happy. Sure enough, [My God] was moved and silent for a long time, so that his voice was a little stiff, and he patted my head. "Go out first." [My God] was so moved by me that he stuttered and felt so honored. The strange thing is that from then on, I was called "Brother Liberty" in the tennis club. That's all. Having become a good person, I looked fondly at the delicate profile of the gods around me and thought, let them be. After all, I already have God all to myself. [I had already decided not to write about Prince of Tennis for the time being, but a new meme suddenly popped up... So, please save it~] Not surprisingly, the text should be in the third person Intention: The youthful passion of young people will never be shattered