prolog

Ryoma Echizen he had become a legend, although he was only 14, he had already achieved the world title. He had become famous and changed. Whenever he talked about something terrible or told a joke, his face was always the same. A cold numb mask, he seldom smiled.
Today was another important game and he had to pack his things. He stopped moving, turned and stared into the muzzle of a pistol.


All Seigaku members had gathered in the common room and were waiting impatiently for the game to begin. “We're interrupting this game with a breaking news story that a charred corpse has been found in Hotel Summer. Presumably the totem is the tennis world champion Ryoma Echizen. It is not yet known whether it is suicide or murder. Everyone stared at the television. "My God, Echizen," Momoshiro mumbled softly.