This was the anti-theft badge.
For example, "Are your chest muscles bigger again?" and "Why can't I grow muscles?".
Then, it inevitably led to "I grew another five centimeters this year" and "You're already tall enough. How about you give me some of your height and muscles?".
There were also "I received another love letter this month, and someone confessed to me, but I rejected them all" and "Love is not something we need to consider at all.".
Marui covered his head with a towel.
He sighed at Sanada. "Adolescence is about enjoying love."
"What a waste of time." Sanada snorted.
"But girls are very cute. They know how to act spoiled and make snacks."
Marui glanced at Sanada's sturdy body, which did not look like a middle school student's at all. She was taller than him even in the water.
He felt a little sad and a little proud. "Sigh.
Sanada, you won't understand.
Those girls probably can't even say a few words in front of you. "
Sanada: "…"
Prince Ren sank into the water. "Sanada is quite popular."
The others turned their heads to look at him.
Obviously, they were wondering if he had taken the wrong medicine.
Even Sanada looked at Prince Ren with a strange look.
"As long as he doesn't always have a straight face, speaks softly, and doesn't suddenly shout," Prince Ren added.
The others: That's more like it.
Prince Ren felt the others' gazes and silently reflected on his attitude towards Sanada. Was he too "consistent"?
If one day he didn't hold back and praised Sanada, would everyone think he was joking or sarcastic?
Although he didn't like Sanada,
He also acknowledged Sanada's strength and character.
Prince Ren pursed his lips, feeling a little wronged.
The hot spring was almost done.
Everyone split into two groups to get a massage, and then went to take a shower after the massage.
Prince Ren didn't know what was wrong with him.
No matter how much he massaged, he didn't feel much.
In fact, he was only a little tired after training for the past few days.
After resting for a while, he would be full of energy again.
It was completely different from before when he was a little tired before training.
Prince Ren felt that this had something to do with spiritual power.
After all, that was how the game was set up. With spiritual energy, one could even adjust one's physique and so on.
Perhaps in the future, he could still …
Release flames?
No, no, no.
Wolverine was more handsome!
Bones were made of metal!
He was a little excited as he listened to the cries of his teammates.
Everyone was exhausted when they showered.
If he still had the energy,
They would probably compete in strange things.
No.
Prince Ren did not slander him.
He was telling the truth.
He turned on the showers in the school club after training.
When he saw Jiyuan and a first-year student who he only recognized by face but couldn't name using the "Pegasus Meteor Punch" under the showerhead, he thought his eyes were really damaged.
The week-long intensive training in Hakone ended successfully with a lot of training, temple fairs, hot springs, and massages.
On the way back, Prince Ren glanced at Liu and found that the "Staff Officer" in the department was obviously in a good mood. The corners of his mouth, which always maintained a faint smile, were raised.
That's right. This event must have allowed him to collect a lot of information and improve the relationship between his teammates.
Of course, he couldn't collect my information.
Prince Ren proudly stroked the ends of his hair. He decided to take advantage of the few days of rest to study his ability when he went back. If possible, he would also make a trip to Kyoto.
But that night, he fell into a deeper dream.
This time, he was not from the perspective of a bystander, but a real person who had experienced it.
He stood in the direction of his home from school. He could feel the wind and sunlight, as well as the laughter of his classmates around him.
Was this really a dream?
Or was this reality?
Prince Ren was stunned.
He walked forward in a daze, following the footsteps of his teammates.
In front of him were Sanada and Yukimura, who were walking side by side. They were wearing winter uniforms and scarves.
So this must be a dream. They clearly hadn't finished the national competition, and it was still summer.
But …
Wasn't Reiki very illusory?
Then why did he feel that it was winter and not real?
He might have just lost his memory.
"Prince Ren, Prince Ren!" Marui's voice sounded in his ear.
Prince Ren trembled. "Puri."
"Why are you in a daze?"
The red-haired friend patted him on the shoulder and trotted forward a few steps unhappily to make trouble for Sangyuan.
Prince Ren shook his head and sighed.
Yanagi, who had been silent all this time, turned his head. His expression was still cold, but his tone was filled with concern. "Are you okay?
Are you sick? "
"No, I …" He looked up and suddenly widened his eyes.
From where he could see, Yukimura, who was about to reach the bus stop, suddenly tilted his body.
It happened so suddenly that Sanada couldn't react in time.
He was still walking forward, but after two steps, he realized that he didn't hear Yukimura's footsteps. He turned around and saw Yukimura fall to the ground.
Liu, who was one step behind, supported Yukimura so that the back of his head didn't hit the ground.
But he didn't support the unconscious person.
That pair of eyes that were always smiling suddenly closed. His originally white skin became even paler, and his lips suddenly lost their color.
Cold sweat seeped from his forehead. The person curled up slightly and twitched slightly, but he couldn't make a sound.
"Yukimura!"
This must be a dream. This must be a dream.
But why couldn't he wake up?
Prince Ren felt his whole body freeze.
In the next second, he suddenly found himself in the corridor of the hospital. Beside him were his teammates.
A voice came from the half-closed door not far away, "Even with surgery, there's only a 30% chance of curing his illness. If possible, we recommend conservative treatment.
… Tennis?
No, no, no, this is strenuous exercise. It will worsen the condition … "
The door opened.
Prince Ren saw Sanada walking out.
He had never seen Sanada so serious.
Sanada was usually serious enough. He was so mature that people thought he was prematurely aging.
But now, Sanada's aura was terrifying.
It was oppressive, as if he was carrying a mountain, and not a normal mountain, but a volcano.
Where was the knife?
Where was the knife on Sanada's head?
Did it disappear?
Prince Ren felt his eyes sting.
He blinked and thought, No way. Did I cry?
In the blink of an eye, the scene changed.
It was the tennis park in Tokyo, the one that was always used to host the Kanto Tournament.
In the middle of the afternoon, there was an empty court between them and a group of people in blue and white uniforms.
He heard Marui's voice.
"Yukimura's surgery is about to begin. Sanada, you …"
Surgery?
What surgery?
"You guys go first."
Sanada's voice was much deeper than he remembered. It was frighteningly depressing. "I'll be there later.
I'll give the Kanto Tournament championship trophy to Yukimura! "
… Was this the Kanto Tournament again?
Then what?
Prince Ren struggled.
He felt that he shouldn't stay here any longer, but he didn't even know how to escape from the dream.
He continued to look …
He continued to look …
"… The Kanto Tournament champion is Youth Academy."
He finally left the first-person perspective.
He saw himself standing in the corridor of the hospital. His hair was long and tied into a small braid. His head was lowered, and his back was even more hunched than before. He was leaning against the wall.
On the other side of the wall, the lights on the operating room were on. Kuwabara, who was next to him, was holding a radio in his hand.
"How is this possible?
The deputy minister — "Jiyuan suddenly raised his voice.
Then the lights in the operating room suddenly went off.
The doctor came out with a mask on.
Everyone gathered around the doctor, waiting for him to say something.
The doctor took off his mask.
"Masuharu?!
Masuharu! "
Prince Ren's vision turned dark. He could no longer see the doctor's mouth.
He anxiously wanted to know what happened to Yukimura, but he could only see endless darkness.
He felt hot and cold, but he couldn't move.
"Masuharu!"
He heard someone calling him.
The voice was familiar.
It sounded like … his mother?
He struggled to open his eyes and saw his mother's relieved expression. "You scared me. You suddenly had a fever. Weren't you fine yesterday?"
"… I have a fever?"
His voice scared himself. It was really unpleasant to hear.
"I don't care if you play around, but you have to take care of your body." Prince Ren's mother changed Prince Ren's towel into a clean one. "Mom almost called an ambulance.
Can you move now?
Let's take a taxi to the hospital. "
Prince Ren: "… Okay."
He really couldn't move. In the end, it was his younger brother who came upstairs to help him down the stairs.
His younger brother was almost as tall as him. His weight had surpassed his, and his muscles were stronger than his. Prince Ren was particularly depressed.
Since moving to Kanagawa, his younger brother liked to go fishing by the sea. He seemed to have met an uncle with the surname Sendo. He also liked to eat at a restaurant owned by an uncle with the surname Sendo. Then, he inexplicably fell in love with basketball.
He originally wanted to teach his younger brother how to play tennis, but his younger brother's talent in basketball seemed to be quite good. He was even growing taller.
It was really infuriating.
"Brother, you should eat more in the future. You're too weak." Prince Ren's younger brother sent Prince Ren downstairs and said with concern.
Prince Ren: "… Get lost."
He got into the taxi and closed his eyes. The scene in his dream was still in his mind.
It was the Yukimura who suddenly fell down in his dream.
And the Yukimura in the hospital room.
That was the Yukimura he saw now. Standing in front of everyone, the Yukimura who was undoubtedly the king.
Speaking of which, he used to think that Yukimura looked weak because he might not be in good health … After playing two practice matches with Yukimura, he didn't think so anymore.
But it turned out that such a person could also get sick?
Wasn't he … the Son of God?
Prince Ren was a little flustered.
He found that he was too immersed in these dreams.
But he couldn't get out.