The following chapters would be about the game between Tezuka and Miyu and there would be little revelations…so please bear with me…
Disclaimer: I do not own POT
The movement did not pass Eiji's and Tezuka's notice. And the crowd focused on Ryoma each person had a questioning look on.
"Why did she switch hands?" Eiji inquired.
"Just watch and you'll know." The coach replied.
"Did she, now?" Oishi asked as he looked back at the pair.
"This really is getting interesting than before." Fuji noted.
"That's right I think her shots are more powerful now that she's using her left hand." Wakashima observed.
The crowd's attention was again focused on the game. The score two games all; Tezuka served and Miyu returned it this time with grace. Almost every people were awed when they saw the ball return to Tezuka as if he was its master. Each time she returned the ball it goes back to where he was standing no matter what she did. Ryoma mentally counted the times Miyu returned the ball and when he came to five he related his observation to the others.
"The next shot would break the zone."
"What did you say?" Kawamura asked.
"The next shot would pass thru the captain's zone." Ryoma restated.
As though he gave the signal Tezuka was forced to move from his position and went after the ball. Again the crowd was silenced and no one dared to look away from the match. The game was won by Tezuka but the next game put the audience in trance. Miyu used the same technique used by Tezuka against her, with three returns though he broke the zone.
The next scene again cast another spell upon the audience Miyu used the famous technique used by Tezuka; the drop shot. And with this the score was again even, three games all. The next two games became a battle of wills it ran with rallies and the first to lose concentration loses.
Miyu was evidently breathing heavily affecting her performance and her movements. Though she still moved swiftly and watching her will make you think she was just dancing while holding a sword. And her opponent could not help but look at her with admiration, distracting him from time to time.
"She looks like she's doing some sort of a sword dance." Momoshiro noted.
"That's right and though she is obviously tired it amazes me that she can still move like that." Oishi added.
"The most intriguing part is she can still match up with Tezuka despite the fact that she is already having a hard time." Fuji whispered.
"And I think she's not just simply tired, she's at her limit I suppose." Sakura said with a strained voice. "Is it alright to let the match continue?" She asked as she turned to her coach.
"Even if I try to stop it—"
"Once she started playing, no one can stop her, no matter what happens." Ryoma interjected.
"Hey! You seem to know her very well." Eiji noticed.
"Of course he knows her very well." The coach answered. "She is his cousin, another samurai indeed." She continued.
"No wonder she also knows how to use both hands." Inui remarked. "By the way when she used her left hand you said that 'he is strong' what do you by that?" he inquired.
"She is right handed really but when it comes to tennis her left hand becomes her dominant hand. And she uses it only if she's facing an adversary that she thinks is stronger than her. And as for me she never played against me using her left hand." Ryoma said incredulously.
The people close enough to Ryoma looked at him in disbelief. You can't blame them because he's one of toughest players they've ever met; some also considered him as a genius. Then their attention snapped back onto the court when they heard someone yell telling them the score was four games all.
The next game was easily won by Tezuka because Miyu fell onto her knees most of the time. She was at her limit and Tezuka and everyone else there knew it. Miyu swayed a little as the next game started. And when she received Tezuka's return ace she dropped her racket. And as her racket fell she almost followed suit, fortunately for her Tezuka caught her before she hit the ground.
"Tezuka bring her to the clinic please." The coach said calmly. "I'll just make some announcements and then I'll follow you there."
Without asking any questions he lifted her limp body and carried her over to the clinic. It was after ten minutes after he reached the clinic when their coach appeared Ryoma at her heels together with Sakura. They saw her lying on the bed with a face mask connected to an oxygen tank. She was still pale looking but much better than earlier.
To be continued…..
By the way I want to thank those who gave reviews, comments, violent reactions, and the suggestions especially purplestylus. I'll bear those things in mind, but unfortunately I won't be deleting this fic so I want to say sorry to those people who do not like this story. I hope with this chapter I have given justice to my character's tennis skills. And don't worry she is not perfect as it may seem. She has her flaws just give me time to show it to you. Again thank you for those who read this story I really am happy. Again please bear with me and see this through the end.