It was still early when Prince Ren arrived at school with a tennis bag, a change of clothes, and some personal belongings.
Not sleeping during the holidays was very damaging, but Prince Ren couldn't get angry at his mother. It was fine if he got angry, but he might get some special treatment for his food.
Although he didn't care about food, he still cared about his height and muscles.
He wondered if he could grow faster if he ate more protein.
Prince Ren rubbed his chin and thought.
He turned around and saw Sanada.
Prince Ren couldn't help but glance at Sanada's exposed arm.
Sanada was confused when he stared at her.
She frowned and said, "Prince Ren?"
"Puri." Prince Ren looked away.
It was boring to stand and wait. Prince Ren saw that Sanada had already walked into the school to run laps.
He thought for a moment and decided to follow him. He deliberately missed Sanada by half a court. As he ran, he wondered if he should go to a shrine and ask about it.
Then he remembered his dream last night.
It was a rare clear dream this month.
Although he defined the function of "prepayment" in his dream, he didn't actually prove whether it was a precognitive dream.
He lived in a materialistic world for thirteen years. It was really difficult to define this "ability."
He did spend some time to finish reading "Analysis of Dreams", but he felt that it was all nonsense.
If it was a precognitive dream, would Sanada and Yukimura fall out in the future?
Would Yukimura get sick?
If that wasn't the case, then why would he dream of such an unbelievable plot?
What if there was a chance?
Prince Ren couldn't explain how he felt.
Yukimura was a rare person he admired, and every scene in the dream showed that his illness was not a minor illness that could be cured with some medicine.
If Yukimura couldn't hold a racket …
When he got on the bus, he stared at Yukimura.
Yukimura, who had finished counting the number of people and telling them what to take note of, said, "… Prince Ren?"
"Director, are you feeling unwell?"
Prince Ren deliberately chose the seat closest to Yukimura and lowered his voice. "He doesn't have any family medical history, right?"
"… Are you playing a new type of scam?"
"I'm just concerned about you, Minister," Prince Ren blinked, feeling wronged. "After all, you look so weak."
Yukimura's strength was on par with Sanada's. His stamina was good. His entire body was filled with muscles. "… You're the weak one."
He had always hated it when people described him like this, but the concern in Prince Ren's words was genuine (after spending so much time with Prince Ren, he could almost feel the difference between deceit and not deceit). He could only shake his head helplessly. "Why do you ask?
Do I look wrong? "
"I'm just concerned about you," Prince Ren repeated. "Director, you have to sleep early and wake up early. Eat more vegetables and exercise more."
"… That's enough. Who's the one who always complains about Sanada's old habits?"
"Director, you're different from Sanada." Prince Ren narrowed his eyes and said with a smile.
He was completely self-righteous.
Yukimura was speechless.
The eight of them rented a minibus and went all the way to Hakone. They then transferred to a homestay and drove there. The journey did not take long.
After Prince Ren "cared" for Yukimura, it did not take long for him to feel sleepy.
He wanted to struggle to wake up or do some homework like his companions behind him, but after a while, he leaned against the car window and started to sleep.
Yukimura went to the back to discuss the schedule with Kazuyanagi. When he came back, he saw Prince Ren leaning his head against the window.
The bus was a little bumpy, so his head kept bumping against the window. His long hair swept across the back of his neck.
Yukimura could not help but smile.
The car from the homestay drove them all the way to the door of the homestay. The boss was waiting outside the door. He smiled and patted Liu's shoulder, then led them inside. "Oh, summer happens to be the off-season. There are plenty of rooms."
The enthusiastic boss took them to the room and removed two pieces of cardboard at their request. He put together a big room and gathered eight sets of tatami mats and bedding. The lady boss even brought over a fruit platter.
Marui, "… Renji, what are you …?"
Liu knew what Marui was thinking even with his eyes closed.
He said, "I'm paying for it. It's a group purchase price."
"20% off?"
"30% off." Liu stretched out a finger. "There's also a discount for friends and family.
There aren't many customers during this period, so it's just right for our training. "
After packing up their things and having lunch under the hospitality of the boss, Xing Cun dragged Liu and the others to the reserved venue to have a look.
The homestay was next to the mountain. There were several hot spring pools for two people or single people. They were considered "expensive" pools, so there was a road next to the homestay. It was not paved with stone bricks, but the soil had been stepped into the shape of steps.
It took more than an hour to walk up the mountain. If it was a jog, it would take more than 20 minutes. There were several places on the way that needed to be climbed, so artificial guardrails were installed to prevent falling.
At the top of the mountain, there was a small flat piece of land with a monument. It was said to commemorate the reform martyrs of the Meiji period.
"This place can be used for the most basic swinging practice. It can also be used for practice matches," Yukimura said. "It's just that the ground is uneven. It's difficult to control the direction of the rebound of the tennis ball."
"There's also a tennis court in town," Liu said. "If it's a practice match, it's better there.
In the short term, playing tennis on this land will cause cognitive disorders within a certain range of time. "
"But this can quickly improve the ability to read the game and control the field."
Liu was silent for a few seconds and did not refute this statement. "But Yukimura, this requires a systematic understanding of the rotation and rebound of the tennis ball.
We have a lot of training programs. If we add this one, it's easy to make people confused. "
"Okay, you're right." Yukimura nodded. "Then it's counted as an optional program.
You and I can give it a try.
Sanada … "
"Hyun Ichiro can't do it yet," Liu reminded him.
"He's now perfecting the 'Fuurinkazan' and needs a more stable environment."
"Then the others can't do it either?"
"If Mōri -senpai comes, he should be able to." Liu concluded. "But now, the others can't.
Next year, when there's long-term improvement in strength and field control, we can carry out this program.
And speaking of which, you can do it, but I might still … "
"Renji."
A hint of resentment appeared on Xing Cun's face. "If you say that, are you expecting me to play the practice match by myself?"
Liu coughed lightly and pointed to the monument standing in the middle of the field. "You can play there."
"… It's against the law to destroy cultural relics." Yukimura thought about how all his members were so troublesome.
The group circled around the top of the mountain and talked about what training they would do for the next week. Then they went down the mountain along another Yitiao road.
After going down the mountain, they went in the direction of the town.
They spent more than three hours climbing the mountain. At this time, it was past the training time, so they decided to walk to the town and have dinner there.
On the way, they passed by a temple.
"Will there be incense in such a remote place?"
Jiyuan, who had followed them all the way up and down the mountain, was still confused by the twists and turns of the road. When he finally encountered a straight road, he regained his vitality.
He looked at the neither too big nor too small temple on the side of the road. It was clean, tidy, and well-decorated.
"This place is suitable for meditation," Marui replied casually.
Jiyuan looked at him suspiciously. "I clearly remember that monks are all crouching tigers and hidden dragons. They have different skills —"
Marui glanced at Sanada's suddenly darkened face and tried to save Jiyuan. "Wait, wait, wait, where did you see or hear about it?"
However, the naive and short-sighted person didn't appreciate it at all. Instead, he said loudly, "In the game!
The monks in the game are all long-range mages. "
Long-range mages?
"Shouldn't monks be melee attackers …" Prince Ren doubted the game he played.
Sanada gathered his strength and felt that he couldn't stand it anymore. He must roar!
He took a deep breath, gathered his strength, and opened his mouth. "Ta-"
Creak.
The sound of the door being pushed open interrupted him.
The sound was obviously very soft, but it rang in everyone's ears and made their hearts tremble.
A monk who looked to be in his sixties, wearing a clean cassock with silver edges, walked out. "Amitabha."
"M-master."
Jiyuan instantly blushed like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. It was like saying bad things behind someone's back and being heard. It was simply a public execution.
He turned his head to look at Prince Ren, who had also said "bad things".
The silver-haired person didn't do anything wrong at all. His expression was even frank.
Jiyuan was going crazy. How did he do it?
The monk smiled slightly.
He didn't express his opinion. Instead, he invited the teenagers to come in and visit. "It's fate that we meet. Why don't you come in and have a cup of tea?"
"Master, we still have …" Yukimura was a little embarrassed.
The master waved his hand and said that it was fine.
He took two steps forward and faced Prince Ren. "Young friend."
Prince Ren: "Master?"
"Young friend, you have fate with Buddha."
Prince Ren: "…?"
"Young friend, you have the power to see the stars, but you don't know how to use it.
Why don't you join my Buddhist sect to cultivate? "
Prince Ren: "…???"
He was frightened and hurriedly waved his hand. "No, no, no, Master, I don't plan to become a monk."
The master, who had been indifferent, showed an "amiable" smile similar to those in shopping advertisements. "Young friend, the power of the stars is very mysterious. It can be used to look forward to the future and transcend fate.
Our temple has a unique way of cultivating the power. "
Prince Ren: "… No, thank you."
"Young friend, you can go to Kyoto.
The Equality House in Kyoto used to have people who cultivated the power of the stars, "the master said." But in comparison, our temple is the best. "
As a master, is it really appropriate for you to say such plain words to promote yourself?
Prince Ren was a little flustered. He looked around and gave Yukimura a look.
Yukimura, who was watching the scene, thought about his duty as a minister and came to Prince Ren's rescue. "Master, you see, now is not the right time. Let him go back and think about the pros and cons …"
Prince Ren stared at him. Think about what?
Am I really going to become a monk?
It's impossible even if you think about it!
After thinking about it, the master accepted this statement. "Okay."
He faced Prince Ren and showed that amiable smile again. "Young friend, if you change your mind, you must come to me."
Prince Ren shuddered.
The monk slowly walked back and closed the door of the temple.
Prince Ren felt the teasing eyes of his teammates around him. He almost wanted to burn down the temple in front of him.
He walked forward first. "Aren't you leaving?"
"Yes," Yukimura said with a smile.
Prince Ren held his breath.
After a few steps, Sanada said in a painful tone, "The master was deceived by your appearance …"
Prince Ren rolled his eyes. "You want to become a monk?"
"A cultivator should forge his body and mind through suffering!"
What and what?
Prince Ren thought that the gap between him and Sanada was getting bigger and bigger. Puri!
"But senior, what's with the power of the stars?" Jiyuan asked belatedly.
Prince Ren's mouth twitched. "It's my personal mutated skill."
"Oh, then I also have a mutated skill?" Jiyuan's eyes widened. "Do all the seniors have it?"
"Everyone has it."
Prince Ren narrowed his eyes and sneered. "Doesn't your deputy minister have 'Wind Forest Volcano'?"
Jiyuan was thoughtful.