[Dream] 2/17/09
"Nationals Finals Singles Three Match: Fuji Shuusuke vs. Niou Masaharu, begin!"
This dream isn't so much a series of images as a series of sounds; there's the cheers of a huge crowd echoing through the open stadium, and a ball thwacking back and forth across the court, and a mocking voice cutting across cutting through the air.
"Just because I returned all of your prized counters doesn't mean it's good to lie!"
"Insistent bastard, aren't you?"
"A sixth counter? If you can really do it, then show it to me!"
And finally, a different, louder, stronger voice resonates over it all.
"HOSHI HANABI!"
All of the other sounds fade, and the final words echo softly, tauntingly, as Niou opens his eyes.
"Game set! Won by Fuji, 7-5!!"
This dream isn't so much a series of images as a series of sounds; there's the cheers of a huge crowd echoing through the open stadium, and a ball thwacking back and forth across the court, and a mocking voice cutting across cutting through the air.
"Just because I returned all of your prized counters doesn't mean it's good to lie!"
"Insistent bastard, aren't you?"
"A sixth counter? If you can really do it, then show it to me!"
And finally, a different, louder, stronger voice resonates over it all.
"HOSHI HANABI!"
All of the other sounds fade, and the final words echo softly, tauntingly, as Niou opens his eyes.
"Game set! Won by Fuji, 7-5!!"