It's a LITTLE SKY.
After 378 - I didn't read the translation, only saw that Yukimura seemed to start fighting back - I really really hoped he would have a proper comeback and some of his dignity left after this match.
After being spoilered that 379 would be the last chapter, my hope was therefore crushed and I was immensily bitter and angry. That bitter that I already planned out a picture in my head and bought the paper for it.
After some days I had to wait for 379 to actually come out and I had time to read it I felt - blah. I just didn't get into the mood of reading it.
Today I reread the whole Nationals Rikkai arc with translations and finally understood the latest chapters, which somehow convinced me in my former suspicion that Konomi wanted to turn it into a Fun/Chaos vs. Discipline/Ambition battle.
Then I read the last chapter in Jump. And was heavily disappointed. Or not - not even disappointed, just feeling really BLAH about it, because it was just an unspectacular end for a series, which went on for 9 years? I was even happy that Konomi left so much open in the end, because what he doesn't write/draw he can't ruin.
And then I read the translation.
I can't really tell you what happened, but I think it was at the point where Tezuka was caught smiling by Fuji and I felt so guilty, BECAUSE I WAS SMILING TOO!
That smile even turned into a grin, when I read about Kaidou being the new buchou and the whole mood being so wonderfully relaxed and silly and I felt really really nostalgic. And happy. I wanted to force myself to frown on Konomi because he did so incredibly stupid things with this story but in the end the whole "it's just tennis, relax" makes me feel stupid now.
And now I'm too happy about these 3 years and this end to draw my gorgeously planned picture.