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It was a fine summer morning, but there's a 5 yr old boy who didn't take it quite fine at all.
"Man..how can summer be this boring. I've got nothing to do. Sigh..."
He has been walking the street not knowing really where to go...maybe due to boredom or maybe the agonizing heat of the sun. Until he ended up in front of a tennis court...
"WOAH!! Look at that smash it's awesome. Hey what's this???"
*reading a piece of ad in front of the gate..*
"Those who have nothing to do this summer... *nod, nod* try learning tennis. It's fun and we have the best players to coach you..It won't be a waste of time, so hurry up and register. Hmmm...ok. Learning tennis isn't such a bad idea. Yosh, I'll ask my parents later."
*the boy watched the game that some old geezers are playing and it's already nearing night*
"Guess I have to go home, I'll get scolded if I ended up late for dinner."
*after the boy was fleeing away... a pair of green eyes have been watching him with a big smile plastered on his face..*
The next day..
"Mom, Dad I'm leaving already...BYE!"
At the same tennis court as yesterday..
"Yes please, I would like to register as a beginner in this year's summer classes."
"Name?"
"Tezuka, Tezuka Kinimitsu"
*after some more pretty normal questioning*
"Ok. That's all about it, thank you for registering. And that guy over there will be your personal instructor. Ok? Good Luck!!" "Uh..ok. Thanks." *smiling*
*after that Tezuka went to his known teacher..and then the lady at the register's office mumbled something like.
"...poor kid."
At the scene where Tezuka's known Sensei is..
"Ano..excuse me senpai's"
"Ohhh...you are my new student right?" *a guy with a racquet said with a big smile plastered on his face..*
"Uh..H-a-i. Yes. My name is Tezuka Kinimitsu. Ano.senpai how did you know that I'm your new student?"
"Ummm.. *thinking for a good reason but can't come up with any so...* Don't think about such trivial things, why don't we start now ok. " *still smiling*
"Uh..Ok. "
* at the back of his head, 'why do I think that something is terribly wrong in here. And I think I made a very big mistake' *
"Hurry up Tezuka. We don't want to spend our time doing nothing right." * still smiling*
"HAI!!!" * 'man that smile is starting to bug me big time' *
* after Tezuka made an 8 lap run around the court as his warm-up, his shirt is all sweaty and dirty due to the trip he got because of that disturbing smile in his sensei's face. *
"Tezuka-kun, why don't you go to the changing room and change your shirt. Or else we won't start." * still smiling but with a little serious look *
"Demo senpai.. I only brought one shirt and that's what I'm wearing. I haven't brought any extras."
"Oh I see. Then use some of my extra shirt then." * still smiling *
"But senpai then that will be to big then for my size I mean.."
"None sense. It will be okay, I think my body..er.I mean my shirt is not that big. So change, now ok. " "Hai."
* after Tezuka was fleeing to the changing room, he took few glances on his sensei and all he could see is amile, smile, smile, smile... *
It was a fine summer morning, but there's a 5 yr old boy who didn't take it quite fine at all.
"Man..how can summer be this boring. I've got nothing to do. Sigh..."
He has been walking the street not knowing really where to go...maybe due to boredom or maybe the agonizing heat of the sun. Until he ended up in front of a tennis court...
"WOAH!! Look at that smash it's awesome. Hey what's this???"
*reading a piece of ad in front of the gate..*
"Those who have nothing to do this summer... *nod, nod* try learning tennis. It's fun and we have the best players to coach you..It won't be a waste of time, so hurry up and register. Hmmm...ok. Learning tennis isn't such a bad idea. Yosh, I'll ask my parents later."
*the boy watched the game that some old geezers are playing and it's already nearing night*
"Guess I have to go home, I'll get scolded if I ended up late for dinner."
*after the boy was fleeing away... a pair of green eyes have been watching him with a big smile plastered on his face..*
The next day..
"Mom, Dad I'm leaving already...BYE!"
At the same tennis court as yesterday..
"Yes please, I would like to register as a beginner in this year's summer classes."
"Name?"
"Tezuka, Tezuka Kinimitsu"
*after some more pretty normal questioning*
"Ok. That's all about it, thank you for registering. And that guy over there will be your personal instructor. Ok? Good Luck!!" "Uh..ok. Thanks." *smiling*
*after that Tezuka went to his known teacher..and then the lady at the register's office mumbled something like.
"...poor kid."
At the scene where Tezuka's known Sensei is..
"Ano..excuse me senpai's"
"Ohhh...you are my new student right?" *a guy with a racquet said with a big smile plastered on his face..*
"Uh..H-a-i. Yes. My name is Tezuka Kinimitsu. Ano.senpai how did you know that I'm your new student?"
"Ummm.. *thinking for a good reason but can't come up with any so...* Don't think about such trivial things, why don't we start now ok. " *still smiling*
"Uh..Ok. "
* at the back of his head, 'why do I think that something is terribly wrong in here. And I think I made a very big mistake' *
"Hurry up Tezuka. We don't want to spend our time doing nothing right." * still smiling*
"HAI!!!" * 'man that smile is starting to bug me big time' *
* after Tezuka made an 8 lap run around the court as his warm-up, his shirt is all sweaty and dirty due to the trip he got because of that disturbing smile in his sensei's face. *
"Tezuka-kun, why don't you go to the changing room and change your shirt. Or else we won't start." * still smiling but with a little serious look *
"Demo senpai.. I only brought one shirt and that's what I'm wearing. I haven't brought any extras."
"Oh I see. Then use some of my extra shirt then." * still smiling *
"But senpai then that will be to big then for my size I mean.."
"None sense. It will be okay, I think my body..er.I mean my shirt is not that big. So change, now ok. " "Hai."
* after Tezuka was fleeing to the changing room, he took few glances on his sensei and all he could see is amile, smile, smile, smile... *