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Character: Yukimura Seiichi
Series: The Prince of Tennis
Character Age: ~14
Canon: Basically a 42-volume long tournament arc with a twist or two, The Prince of Tennis follows twelve-year-old Echizen Ryoma and the Seishun Gakuen tennis team as they try to fulfil their dream of being middle school National Champions. Standing in their way are rivals from all over Japan who vary in degree of skill, size, hair colors and bitchery - the most formidable of whom are Kanagawa's Rikkai Daigaku Fuzoku, a team led by the charismatic Yukimura Seiichi.
A delicate-looking young man with a captivating personality, Yukimura is a complexity inside an enigma wrapped in a bee-colored tennis uniform. At first impression, Yukimura seems like a friendly, polite boy with a taste for gardening and classical music. And that's exactly how he is - up until the second tennis is mentioned. Then his personality does a 180 and he becomes a stern semi-dictator figure, regarded as the best player in the middle-school circuit. Yukimura plays not for the fun of the game, but for victory. Hiding behind his feminine appearance and mannerisms is a will of steel and not entirely plausible skills that rob his opponents of their senses through almost sheer intimidation. Despite having contracted a potentially fatal disease and coming out of (successful) surgery not even two months prior, Yukimura takes the title of Final Tennis Boss to the main character. He’s earned his nickname of The Child of God- oh? I didn’t mention? This kid is apparently Tennis Jesus, complete with team of loyal followers. Yeah.
note; ‘is this already the end’ is usually a line he says to his opponents.
Sample Post: ...and 200. Alright, you can all stop running now. Everyone, your movements are too sluggish! As glad as I am that you all complied to this training without much protest, the constant insistence that I have been ‘reborn for your brains’ is nonsensical when none of you seem to have any muscle to speak of between you, let alone brains. Running is not that difficult a task, and while you moan of your limbs collapsing, you’re wasting precious time. There’s no way any of you can play tennis in your current states. Our opponents would think we were playing a team of zombies - oh, I do apologise. Corpses. I guess I can at least be politically correct for you sorry creatures.
Well, take fifteen minutes to gather your wits and feet. Yes, I’m sure many a helpless victim will be able to see the results of even this small bit of training. Yes, you will be able to ‘serve the afterlife it’s balls’. Though your abuse of this racket may hinder the ability ...and I think we may be on different pages with this analogy. Please hand him back those.
An exhausting sort of team you are, aren’t you? It’s been a while since I have had to lead this many of you, and displays like that lovely one just now I have not seen in quite this much excess. I know what it is like to have to recover from an illness, and while all your illnesses may have been death itself, I’m sorry to see you putting in so little effort. Even Mozart, on his deathbed, tried to finish his final work. You have all been given a second - or from the looks of some of you, eighth or ninth - chance, and you should use it to overcome your rivals and become stronger! I shall end this for today. After all, there’s no use wearing you out when we have much time ahead of us. --ah, no, I’m not desiring to ‘wear you out’. You can keep your skin.
Now, which of you offered to show me a path through this corn? I need to find a suitable area to set up a court. I’m sorry for troubling you, but the expanse of maize is too far for me to go alone. Obviously, you would know that from the 200 laps around camp you just did. Oh! You’re all very kind, offering to carry me like this, but it’s unnecessary - I can walk on my own, and some of you still need to quite literally find your feet, I’m afraid. And while I can’t understand Latin, this chanting is rather... ominous.
The toucan will translate? ...‘This is already the end’? My. We can’t be done already.
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Series: The Prince of Tennis
Character Age: ~14
Canon: Basically a 42-volume long tournament arc with a twist or two, The Prince of Tennis follows twelve-year-old Echizen Ryoma and the Seishun Gakuen tennis team as they try to fulfil their dream of being middle school National Champions. Standing in their way are rivals from all over Japan who vary in degree of skill, size, hair colors and bitchery - the most formidable of whom are Kanagawa's Rikkai Daigaku Fuzoku, a team led by the charismatic Yukimura Seiichi.
A delicate-looking young man with a captivating personality, Yukimura is a complexity inside an enigma wrapped in a bee-colored tennis uniform. At first impression, Yukimura seems like a friendly, polite boy with a taste for gardening and classical music. And that's exactly how he is - up until the second tennis is mentioned. Then his personality does a 180 and he becomes a stern semi-dictator figure, regarded as the best player in the middle-school circuit. Yukimura plays not for the fun of the game, but for victory. Hiding behind his feminine appearance and mannerisms is a will of steel and not entirely plausible skills that rob his opponents of their senses through almost sheer intimidation. Despite having contracted a potentially fatal disease and coming out of (successful) surgery not even two months prior, Yukimura takes the title of Final Tennis Boss to the main character. He’s earned his nickname of The Child of God- oh? I didn’t mention? This kid is apparently Tennis Jesus, complete with team of loyal followers. Yeah.
note; ‘is this already the end’ is usually a line he says to his opponents.
Sample Post: ...and 200. Alright, you can all stop running now. Everyone, your movements are too sluggish! As glad as I am that you all complied to this training without much protest, the constant insistence that I have been ‘reborn for your brains’ is nonsensical when none of you seem to have any muscle to speak of between you, let alone brains. Running is not that difficult a task, and while you moan of your limbs collapsing, you’re wasting precious time. There’s no way any of you can play tennis in your current states. Our opponents would think we were playing a team of zombies - oh, I do apologise. Corpses. I guess I can at least be politically correct for you sorry creatures.
Well, take fifteen minutes to gather your wits and feet. Yes, I’m sure many a helpless victim will be able to see the results of even this small bit of training. Yes, you will be able to ‘serve the afterlife it’s balls’. Though your abuse of this racket may hinder the ability ...and I think we may be on different pages with this analogy. Please hand him back those.
An exhausting sort of team you are, aren’t you? It’s been a while since I have had to lead this many of you, and displays like that lovely one just now I have not seen in quite this much excess. I know what it is like to have to recover from an illness, and while all your illnesses may have been death itself, I’m sorry to see you putting in so little effort. Even Mozart, on his deathbed, tried to finish his final work. You have all been given a second - or from the looks of some of you, eighth or ninth - chance, and you should use it to overcome your rivals and become stronger! I shall end this for today. After all, there’s no use wearing you out when we have much time ahead of us. --ah, no, I’m not desiring to ‘wear you out’. You can keep your skin.
Now, which of you offered to show me a path through this corn? I need to find a suitable area to set up a court. I’m sorry for troubling you, but the expanse of maize is too far for me to go alone. Obviously, you would know that from the 200 laps around camp you just did. Oh! You’re all very kind, offering to carry me like this, but it’s unnecessary - I can walk on my own, and some of you still need to quite literally find your feet, I’m afraid. And while I can’t understand Latin, this chanting is rather... ominous.
The toucan will translate? ...‘This is already the end’? My. We can’t be done already.
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