DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN PRINCE OF TENNIS, HOWEVER THE PLOTIS MINE.

NANJIROH'S P.O.V.


THE FUNERAL

Later that evening, everyone was standing about our backyard.

Each school paid their respects to my late son, Ryoma Echizen.

Seigaku went in first since Ryoma was their teammate.

Atobe was talking to me and Rinko at the back.

We didn't know how to thank him for the huge effort he had made.

In one day, the news of Ryoma's death was known to everyone that had been part of the kid's life.

"Your other son, Ryoga Echizen is on his way along with the American team." Atobe told me and Rinko.

"How could we ever repay you for all this?" asked Rinko who was in the brink of crying again.

The Atobe heir turned to look at the big picture of Ryoma that was placed by the door.

"No need to. This is the least I could do for everything that your son has done for me and everyone else." He began.

"Everyone here has been touched by your son's special power. And for some reason, he unconsciously has been teaching us that everything in this world has a good side to it." He smiled at us.

I wondered what Ryoma did to everyone that made them act this way.

But whatever he did, he was proud of Ryoma.

He changed so many people in such a short time and made them see the world in a whole new way.


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