It’s a manga about a boy who is very talented in tennis and he is quite cocky. His name is Ryoma Echizen. He is on a team called Seishun. He faces many other talented school tennis teams. The main schools are:
Rikkai Daigaku Fuzoku(Rikkai)
And a couple other schools I might be missing. Even high schools. The ones I just told you are middle schools.
My favourite characters are:
Ryoga Echizen (Ryoma’s older brother)
Yudai Yamato(Former Seishun Captain)
And many more I like. 🙂
Lots gone, lost in the past. He starts to fade without a warning. His black cape flies of from his shoulders slowly. A gust of wind blows on his long, silky, black hair. Wearing all black, he has gone back into the past. He is a child, again. He never thought he would never feel like this again. He takes a old manga he liked when he was young from a old bookcase, before the tornado swept through the house. The terror he remembers. Suddenly, he hears rumbling of a tornado. He knows he can’t save his family, but he can help them with some old friends. A clock burst. He fades again from the past and back in his lonely, black and gray, dark world. Wearing a black cape, black boots, and a old black robe, made of silk. He feels another breeze and he feels his pitch-black hair flow. He sits at the edge of a cliff, all alone. He hears a feminine laugh and a bark. He never heard it before. Not since the tornado. Not since when he hid himself from the outside world. The girl spots him all alone. She wants to see him and comfort him, in case he was lonely, which he was. After a while of talking and laughing, he started to feel better, and alive. Then he went to a old church that was deserted, but it was originally, his house. Which he used to live in before the tornado. The tornado was the one that killed his parents. Sad. He prayed for them quietly. He went to visit the girl but he got into a fight. And he never got to see the girl because he didn’t make it.
Sad story. I did this while listening Tornado, Superman Can’t Fly, and The Iron Box Of The Island. All of them are by Jay Chou, a Chinese singer. That’s where I got my inspiration from.
I know my birthday was in October, but forgetting to write a post about what I did on my birthday is, like, FAIL! Heh.. I turned 9 this year! I know it’s November… but I can’t believe that I’m finally the oldest single-digit! Well, I played badminton outside, oh and in the morning, I brought my presents upstairs in my bedroom and opened them. I got a drawing pad, a volleyball, a magic kit, and a LIFE board game. We had to go to church after we got dressed. We had a dinner, then my parent’s friend came over to drop off my gift, he stayed a little, then he had to leave. Then, my parent’s went to our neighbor’s house to play cards. ON MY BIRTHDAY!!!
Nothing THAT interesting happened on my 9th birthday. 🙂
The train whizzes by. You say ‘Let’s go.’ but I don’t. I liked staying in the gray field, it was, well, different. A small breeze blows. I grab my shawl quickly, before it blows away. ‘It’s quite cold now, isn’t it?’ you asked quietly. ‘Yes. I think we should go. Now.’ I reply.
We leave. We go to the cafe for warming up. And for a snack. We sip our hot chocolate or who-knows-what in silence. I sigh. So it really is winter. Snow starts to fall slowly. The snow starts to layer up quickly right before our eyes. ‘It’s snowing’ I say softly. ‘Yes. It is.’ You say smiling.
Later, I had to leave for home. You say ‘Good bye.’ I wave at you. You walk on the icy sidewalk slowly so you won’t slip. You walk to your apartment. When you reach it, you unlock the door and you instantly feel a gush of warmth. You take off your coat and warm up in front of your fireplace. You sit on the leather couch, thinking of what to do.
Near evening, you get ready for dinner. You cook in total silence. Of course, because you are alone in your apartment all by yourself. After cooking you bring the food to the dining table. Just when you eat 3 mouthfuls of food, the doorbell rings.
It was I, giving you a wrapped up Christmas present. You put it underneath your tree. You offer me to come in and eat with you, but I say ‘No thanks I already ate. And I have to give presents to my mom and dad, and other friends and family.’. You say’ Okay. It’s alright.’ Then you see me off, ‘Bye!’
Christmas arrived quickly. I wait for you , because you promised that we would be celebrating Christmas at my apartment. But you never came…
This is a sad love story in Christmas.