This is the anti-theft badge
Prince Ren sank into the water. "Sanada is still quite popular."
The others suddenly turned their heads to look at him.
Obviously, they were wondering if he had taken the wrong medicine.
Even Sanada looked at Prince Ren strangely.
"As long as he doesn't always keep a straight face,
Speak softly too,
Don't suddenly shout, "Prince Ren added.
The others: That's more like it.
Prince Ren felt the gazes of the others.
He silently reflected on whether his attitude towards Sanada was too "consistent".
If one day he didn't praise Zhen Tian, instead, he really praised Zhen Tian.
Then everyone wouldn't think that he was joking or sarcastic, right?
Although he didn't like Sanada,
However, he also acknowledged Sanada's strength and character.
Prince Ren pursed his lips, feeling a little wronged.
After soaking in the hot spring for a while, everyone split into two groups to get a massage. After the massage, they went to take a shower.
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 was full of energy again,
It was completely different from when he was a little tired before training.
Prince Ren always felt that this had something to do with spiritual power.
After all, that was the setting in the game,
With spiritual power, he could use big moves to adjust his physique or something,
Maybe in the future, he could..
Release flames?
No, no, no,
Wolverine was more handsome!
Bones were metal!
He was a little excited as he listened to the cries of his teammates.
Everyone didn't have much energy in the shower.
If they still had energy, they would probably compete in strange things.
No,
Prince Ren didn't slander.
He was telling the truth.
After training, he turned on the school's social-run shower.
He saw that Jiyuan was actually practicing "Pegasus Meteor Punch" with a first-year student who only knew his face but not his name under the shower.
He also thought that his eyes were really bad.
The week-long Hakone training was a lot of training.
The temple fair.
It ended successfully in the hot spring and massage.
On the way back, Prince Ren glanced at Liu Yi.
He realized that this "staff officer" in the ministry was obviously in a good mood. The corners of his mouth, which were always slightly curved, were now curling up.
That's right, this activity must have allowed him to collect a lot of information and improve the relationship between his teammates.
Of course, he wouldn't be able to collect my information.
Prince Ren proudly played with the ends of his hair. He decided that he would take advantage of the few days of rest to study his abilities. If possible, he would also make a trip to the capital.
But that night, he fell into a deeper dream.
This time, he wasn't speaking from the perspective of a bystander. Instead, he was speaking from the perspective of someone who had truly experienced it.
Standing in the direction of the school, he could feel the wind and sunlight, as well as the laughter of the students around him.
Was this really a dream?
Or was this the truth?
Prince Ren was stunned.
He walked forward in a daze, following the footsteps of his teammates.
Further ahead were Sanada and Yukimura, who were walking side by side in their winter uniforms and scarves.
Therefore, this must be a dream. They clearly hadn't finished the National League yet. It was still summer.
But …
Wasn't Spiritual Power also very illusory?
Then why did he feel that it wasn't real now that it was winter?
He might have just lost his memory.
"Prince Ren, Prince Ren!" Marui's voice rang in his ears.
Prince Ren trembled. "Puri."
"Why are you in a daze?"
The red-haired friend patted him on the shoulder and trotted forward unhappily to disturb Kuwabara.
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 raised his head 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. 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, had to support Yukimura so that the back of his head didn't hit the ground.
However, he didn't support the completely 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 the forehead of the person who closed his eyes. The person who curled up his body twitched slightly, unable to make any 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 stiffen.
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. "For his illness, even with surgery, there's only a 30% chance of recovery. If possible, we recommend conservative treatment.
… Tennis?
No, no, no, this is strenuous exercise. It will worsen the illness … "
The door opened.
Prince Ren saw Sanada walking out.
He had never seen Sanada so serious.
Sanada was usually serious enough. She was so mature that people thought she was prematurely aging.
However, Sanada's current aura was terrifying.
It was oppressive, as if he was carrying a mountain on his back. It was not an ordinary 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 again.
It was the tennis park in Tokyo, the one that was always used to host the Kanto Tennis 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 start. Sanada, you …"
Surgery?
What surgery?
"You guys go first."
Sanada's voice was much lower than what he remembered. There was a frightening sense of depression. "I'll be there in a while.
I'll give the Kanto Tournament trophy to Yukimura! "
… Is this the Kanto Tournament again?
What's next?
Prince Ren struggled.
He felt that he should not stay here any longer, but he did not know how to escape from the dream.
He continued to watch …
He continued to watch …
"… The Kanto Tournament champion is Academy of Youth."
He finally left the first-person perspective.
He saw himself standing in the hospital corridor. His hair was long and tied into a small braid. He lowered his head and stood with his back leaning against the wall.
The lights on the operating room were on. Kuwabara was beside him with a radio in his hand. He was playing the radio.
"How is this possible?!
The deputy minister is — "Jiyuan suddenly raised his voice.
Then, the lights in the operating room suddenly went off.
The doctor walked out with a mask on.
Everyone crowded around the doctor, waiting for him to say something.
The doctor took off his mask.
"Masuharu?!
Masuharu! "
Prince Ren's vision went dark. He could no longer see the doctor's lips.
He anxiously wanted to know what happened to Yukimura, but all he could see was endless darkness.
He felt hot and cold, but he could not 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?"
He was shocked by his own voice. It was unpleasant to hear.
"I don't care if you play around, but you have to take care of yourself." Prince Ren's mother changed a clean towel for Prince Ren. "Mom almost called an ambulance.
Can you move now?
Let's take a taxi to the hospital. "
Prince Ren: "… Okay."
He really couldn't use his strength. In the end, it was his younger brother who came upstairs and helped him go downstairs.
His younger brother was almost as tall as him, and his weight was even more than his. His muscles were stronger than his. Prince Ren was particularly melancholy.
Since moving to Kanagawa, his younger brother liked to go fishing by the sea. He seemed to have met an uncle with the surname Xiandao. He also liked to eat at a restaurant owned by an uncle with the surname Yu. Then, he inexplicably fell in love with basketball.
He originally wanted to teach his younger brother to play tennis, but his younger brother seemed to be very talented in basketball. He was even taller.
It was so infuriating.
"Brother, you should eat more in the future. You are so 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 Yukimura who suddenly fell in his dream.
And Yukimura in the ward.
That was different from 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.
He knew that there was something wrong with him, but he didn't even know how to get out.
No, calm down, calm down!
This is your ability, if what those weird people said is right … ….
You can control them!
Prince Ren half lay on the chair and clenched his fists.
He opened his eyes and glanced at his mother in the front seat. He met his mother's worried gaze.
He looked away, slowly relaxed, and took a few deep breaths.
Then he clenched and loosened his hand that was hanging by his side. After a while, a ball of light appeared in his hand.
At first, it was just a very vague shadow. It couldn't even be called a ball of light.
Then the outline became clearer and clearer.
It was light yellow with a bit of fluff.
Prince Ren lowered his eyes.
He looked at the ball in his hand and felt a little disgusted. Why is it a tennis ball again?
What I want is to be able to control dreams.
In fact, he was in the lead now, but he had a hunch that every ball would be crucial.
If he lost one ball, he would lose more than just one point.
It's coming!
He stared at the tennis ball opposite him.
Yukimura, who had truly entered the realm of selflessness, was almost completely different from his usual state. He was also completely different from the people that Prince Ren had seen use the realm of selflessness before (in fact, only Tezuka and Sanada).
His eyes, aura, and actions.
He sped up the pace of the game again. Even if Prince Ren concentrated, he couldn't keep up.
Prince Ren understood that this wasn't a difference in moves.
After all, his basic skills were too far from Yukimura's. This person who started learning tennis at the age of four or five and had determined his tennis path from then on was completely impeccable in terms of basic skills.
The way to accelerate, the way to use force, and the strength and toughness of muscles brought by long-term scientific training.
He looked so slender, but every move could cause a storm.
The chance to counterattack … ten balls?
No, that's not right …
Prince Ren frowned slightly.
The model in his mind kept spinning, and the numbers kept jumping.
It's too late. I can't wait for the analysis results!