Prince Ren stood on the court.
He and Marui were the two players in this game, and the order of appearance was set in advance.
During the meeting, Prince Ren did not protest. When he went home and lay in bed, he dreamt that he and Marui were fighting over a cake and sprained their waists.
… No way, right?
When he woke up, he could not remember why he and Marui were fighting over the cake. Instead, he remembered the taste of the cake.
That day, he could not help but go to the bakery three streets away from home to buy a cake. He happened to be in the buy three get one free event and took a bag of cake home.
In the end, he did not finish a single serving.
Fortunately, his sister and mother loved desserts.
Thinking of this, Prince Ren turned his head and looked at Marui.
His dreams were getting more and more realistic, or in other words, he was getting more and more immersive.
After he inexplicably learned the zero chop ball in his dream, Prince Ren paid more attention to his out-of-control dreams.
He basically understood the pattern of dreams now.
There were seven days in a week, and he would dream for at least six days. In the six days, he could remember one or two days clearly.
If he had a dream that he could remember clearly, he would be particularly listless the next day. He would not be able to muster up any energy or strength.
It felt like he had unknowingly awakened some ability.
But Prince Ren was not happy at all.
This was not an ability that he wanted to master. He still had to pay a price.
Moreover, he still hadn't figured out why he would have these dreams that were so obviously directed.
It could not be that he could predict the future.
If he could predict the future, then the price he had to pay was too low.
The so-called "future" he saw was too limited.
"Hey, Prince Ren." Marui popped a bubble. "Come back to your senses."
Prince Ren nodded and lifted his chin slightly. Marui clicked his tongue and walked towards the net.
Prince Ren followed behind him with his back slightly bent.
He went to look at their opponents.
Their faces were unfamiliar.
The referee next to them introduced them …
Their names were also unfamiliar.
"Are you looking down on us?!"
The Ice Emperor's men couldn't help but ask as they shook hands, probably because their expressions were too disrespectful.
Prince Ren thought about it and felt that there was nothing wrong with it, so he simply nodded.
"You!"
"Don't get angry so quickly." Marui blew a bubble.
He retracted his hand and placed it behind his head. "At the very least, you have to see how powerful this genius is before you admit defeat."
"You bastard!"
There was no suspense to the outcome of this match.
As a result, Prince Ren finally had a reference.
I was already very strong.
Even for a tyrant like the Ice Emperor, even if he was in the finals of the Kanto Tournament, even if his opponent was one year older than him, he could still easily win the game.
This feeling was really great.
“Game
won
by
Tachikai University, 6-0! "
The referee's whistle fell.
Prince Ren walked forward from the backcourt and prepared to go to the net to do the post-match etiquette.
In the front court, Marui had already skipped forward, beaming with joy at the two "seniors" who had changed their expressions and were in a daze. "Look, the light of my genius simply shines on the entire field."
Prince Ren: … This line, eh.
They returned to the preparation area, and the first row of the audience behind them was the reserve team.
Marui went directly to Kuwabara's side and said, "Jack, hurry up and enter the main team. The feeling of winning on the court is really great."
Prince Ren blinked, wondering if he should also —
He glanced at Yanagi, and the gentle and elegant teenager turned his head to avoid his gaze.
Prince Ren clicked his tongue and looked around at the remaining empty seats.
Even if the seat next to Sanada was empty, he wouldn't sit. Marui had already sat down next to Liu, just in front of Kuwabara.
As for the remaining seats …
Yitiao and Seto were about to go on court, so their seats were empty.
Prince Ren glanced at the expressionless Mōri, who was leaning back in his seat, and thought about it before sitting down.
He stared at Yukimura's back, wondering when he would be able to sit there.
Not long after he sat down, he suddenly felt a very obvious gaze.
Looking in the direction of the gaze, he saw a curly-haired teenager in the Ice Emperor's preparation area. His eyes were sparkling as he stared … stared … at Marui?
Wait a minute, self-proclaimed geniuses can actually attract fans?
Prince Ren narrowed his eyes, feeling vaguely unhappy.
Seeing that the doubles match had reached a deadlock, he began to ponder his own thoughts.
His tennis skills were stronger than he had imagined.
Usually, there were two days a week when he couldn't muster any strength, and even training was difficult.
If he hadn't discovered that his strength had increased significantly after persevering under such circumstances, he would have gone to a temple to ask what was wrong with him.
But because of this, he had his own thoughts.
After all, since ancient times, it had been believed that dreams had power, and the power of dreams represented one's own power.
Prince Ren was actually a materialist through and through. He had never been scared by ghosts or gods, and he had never even believed in the existence of supernatural events.
So he had his own understanding of the abnormalities of dreams.
Was that also a type of power?
Could spiritual power or spiritual power be used in writing as well?
Things drawn in comics might not necessarily be fake.
Prince Ren had also watched a few matches. More than a year ago, there was a national junior tennis tournament, and the final match was between Sanada and Tezuka, who he would occasionally talk about.
In that match, didn't Tezuka use something called "Tempered to the Extreme"?
Actually, it was an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, borrowing strength to fight strength. Why did he have to give it a weird name?
Even if there was a light effect, it was something that could be analyzed by physics.
So, pupina.
Prince Ren took out his weight-bearing wristbands and planned to buy a few science books, as well as some videos of Hawking's lectures.
Ah, he also wanted to buy an analysis of Freud's dreams, the original version, the original version.
What else?
He wasn't very interested in physics, but it was clear that physics could explain his dreams better than mathematics.
He wanted to control this power, not be controlled by it.
Prince Ren remembered that more than a month ago, when he suddenly changed his mood when he invited Yanagi to join the club, so he made up his mind.
What was the first step to control this power?
First, he had to figure out what this so-called power was.
Maybe it was because Prince Ren's expression became a lot more colorful when he was making plans, which attracted the attention of Mōri, who was not so focused on the match.
What was this kid thinking?
Mōri secretly curved the corner of his mouth, thinking that it was a bit interesting.
While Prince Ren was thinking, the doubles match was over.
The score was 7-5, but they still won in the end.
When Seto sat down, he heaved a sigh of relief. He did not regard himself as an outsider. He raised his hand and patted King Ren's shoulder. "That was close. If you had lost, you would have lost all face."
Prince Ren, who was woken up by the pat, was speechless.
Yitiao snorted and stood up to wipe his sweat. "If you lose, you don't have to sit. Go to the back and stay there. It's cooler."
"What are you talking about?
Don't I still have you? "
Yitiao was surprised and found that he couldn't refute.
He rolled his eyes and walked over.
Mōri was about to go on stage, so his seat was empty.
Before Prince Ren could react, he found that the person on his left had changed, and there was an extra person on his right.
He was sandwiched between two seniors who had just come off the stage and were still covered in sweat.
Ren Wang: Puri, you're making me feel like I'm a good youth who respects the old and loves the young.
If Mōri went on stage, there was no way he would lose.
He didn't usually come to practice, but Yukimura didn't really care either.
Prince Ren was also curious, but after watching a few matches, he knew that Mōri's skill level wasn't something that could be achieved without practice.
He probably thought that training together wouldn't be very effective, so he practiced by himself.
He didn't know how good the "ex-ex-ex-ex-president of Ice Emperor" was.
At least he was much better than his current opponent, right?
When Mōri left the stage, he didn't sweat much.
He glanced at the blonde boy sitting in the preparation area and felt that it was a pity that he couldn't fight him.
He couldn't fight "ex-ex-ex-president" and avenge his humiliation, but at least he could fight the current president … Tsk, it was a pity that he didn't have a chance.
The finals of the Kanto Tournament had five matches.
Although Tachikai had secured victory ahead of time, they still had to finish the two singles matches.
The restless audience quieted down after Mōri's match.
Ice Emperor fell silent.
As for Lihai, after two large-scale cheers, he also calmed down.
Yukimura talked about their goals every week at the pep rally. They knew that the Kanto Tournament wasn't their goal, but rather the National Tournament.
In such an atmosphere, Liu walked onto the stage and won the fourth round.
Prince Ren was in high spirits.
He straightened his back a little.
Yitiao was a little surprised, "What did you see?"
Prince Ren shook his head, "Sanada is going on stage."
"So what?
He won't lose. "
"But Radical 145 is going on stage too." Prince Ren curled his lips, "It's going to be interesting."
"Even if Radical 145 is going on stage, there's no chance of a comeback.
Ice Emperor should give up too. "Yitiao said.
But Mōri refuted him, "Give up?"
"What's wrong with that?"
"Think about it, if Tachikai University lost four matches today, and only Sanada or Yukimura didn't play in the end, would you give up?
Atobe was the same kind of person as them.
Not only would you not give up … "Mōri paused.
Yitiao's face was full of "Who are you? Did you take the wrong medicine today? Why are you speaking up for Ice Emperor?"
Snap.
The sound of fingers snapping could be heard in the quiet stadium.
Following the sound, a blonde boy holding a racket walked to the middle of the court. His expression wasn't very good, but he still lifted his chin slightly to face Sanada, who was preparing on the sidelines.
"Ah, are you all mute?
Do you still need me to teach you?! "
He didn't deliberately raise his voice, but his arrogant voice spread out from the stadium.
"Ice Emperor, Ice Emperor, Ice Emperor, Ice Emperor!"
Sparse voices rang out, getting louder and louder, and gradually converging into one.
Radical 145 snapped his fingers again.
As a result, the voices of support changed.
"The winner is Radical 145!
The winner is Radical 145!
The winner is Radical 145! "
Seto opened his eyes wide, "What is this, an idol performance? A fan publicly demonstrating how to cheer?"
"It's very vivid, very appropriate," Yitiao said.
Prince Ren didn't notice the dispute between the seniors around him.
He just opened his eyes wide.
In his line of sight, where the sunlight shone, Radical 145, who was standing with his head held high, seemed to be wearing a halo.
That's …
What's the shape?
Why does it look like a flower and a crown?
I'm not hallucinating, am I?
Prince Ren pinched his fingers.
Then he saw that behind Sanada, who was also walking to the middle of the court, there was a faint shadow of a blade above his head.
Reason told Prince Ren that it was all fake and couldn't be real.
But there was a feeling in the dark that told him that what he saw was real.
However, even if he dreamed of the future, there would be dozens of papers to prove the rationality of this.
But what's with the illusory shadow floating in the air?!
Isn't the Zanpakuto the King's Sword?
Could it be that there really was a Drexton Slate in this world?