This is the anti-theft badge.
"What a waste of time." Sanada snorted.
"But the girl is very cute.
She can act coquettishly and make snacks. "
Marui glanced at Sanada's sturdy body, which did not look like a high school student at all. Even in the water, she was taller than him.
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 strangely.
"As long as he doesn't always have a straight face and speaks softly,
And doesn't suddenly shout, "Prince Ren added.
The others: That's more like it.
Prince Ren felt the others' gazes.
He silently reflected on his attitude towards Sanada. Was he too "consistent"?
If one day he didn't praise Zhen Tian, instead, he really praised Zhen Tian.
Then everyone wouldn't think he was joking or sarcastic, right?
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. 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 before when he was a little tired before training.
Prince Ren had a feeling that this had something to do with spiritual power.
After all, it was set up like that in the game. With spiritual power, he could release big moves and adjust his physique.
Maybe in the future he could …
Release fire?
No, no, no, Wolverine was more handsome!
Bones were metal!
He listened to the wails of his teammates.
He was a little excited.
Everyone didn't have much energy in the shower.
If they still had energy,
They would probably compete in strange things.
No, Prince Ren did not slander her.
He was telling the truth.
He turned on the showers in the school club after training.
He saw Jiyuan and a first-year student, whose face he only recognized but couldn't name, practicing the "Pegasus Meteor Punch" under the shower.
He also thought that his eyes were really damaged.
The week-long Hakone training camp ended with plenty of training, temple fairs, hot springs, and massages.
On the way back, Prince Ren glanced at Liu and found that this "staff officer" in the ministry was obviously in a good mood. The corners of his mouth, which were always slightly curved, were lifted.
That's right. He must have collected a lot of information during this event and improved the relationship between his teammates.
Of course, he wouldn't be able to collect my information.
Prince Ren stroked the end of his hair proudly. He decided that he would take advantage of the few days of rest to study his abilities. If possible, he would make a trip to the capital.
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 real?
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 school uniforms and scarves.
So this must be a dream. They hadn't finished the national competition yet. It was still summer.
But..
Wasn't Psionic Power very illusory?
Then why did he feel that winter wasn't real?
He might just have amnesia.
"Prince Ren, Prince Ren!" Marui's voice sounded 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 voice was filled with concern. "Are you okay?
Are you sick? "
"No, I …" He looked up, and his eyes suddenly widened.
From where he could see, Yukimura, who was about to reach the bus stop, suddenly lost his balance.
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.
But he didn't support the person who had completely lost consciousness.
The 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 out from his forehead. The person who curled up slightly twitched but 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.
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. She was so mature that people thought she was prematurely aging.
But now, Sanada's aura was terrifying.
It was oppressive, as if he was carrying a mountain, and not an ordinary mountain, but a volcano.
Where was the knife?
Where was the knife on Sanada's head?
Did it disappear?
Prince Ren only felt his eyes sting.
He blinked and thought, no, 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 hold the Kanto Tournament.
Half the afternoon, they, and a group of people wearing blue and white uniforms opposite them, were in the middle of the empty court.
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 deeper than he remembered. It was frighteningly depressing. "I'll be there later.
I'll give the Kanto Tournament trophy to Yukimura! "
… Was this the Kanto Tournament again?
Then what?
Prince Ren struggled.
He felt that he shouldn't stay here anymore, but he didn't even know how to escape from the dream.
He continued to watch …
He continued to watch …
"… The winner of the Kanto Tournament is Academy of Youth."
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. He lowered his head, 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. Beside him, Sang Yuan was holding a radio and playing that kind of music.
"How is this possible?!
The deputy minister — "Jiyuan suddenly raised his voice.
Then, the light 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 turned dark, and 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 so hot and so cold, but he couldn't move.
"Masuharu!"
He heard someone calling him.
The voice was so familiar.
It sounded like … his mother?
He struggled to open his eyes and saw his mother's relieved expression, "You scared me to death. 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 take care of your body." 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: "… Oh."
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, and his weight was even more than his. His muscles were stronger than his. Prince Ren was particularly melancholic.
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 to play tennis, but his younger brother's talent in basketball seemed to be quite good. His height was also increasing rapidly.
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 in his dream.
And the Yukimura in the ward.
That was different from the Yukimura he saw now, who stood in front of everyone and was undoubtedly the king of Yukimura.
Speaking of which, he used to think that Yukimura might be in poor health because he looked weak … Ever since he played two practice matches with Yukimura, he no longer felt that way.
But it turned out that such a person could also get sick?
Wasn't he … the Child of God?
Prince Ren was a little panicked.
He found that he was too immersed in these dreams.
But he couldn't get out.
He knew that something was wrong with him, but he didn't even know how to get out.
No, calm down, calm down!
'This is your ability. If those weird people aren't wrong ….'
You can control them!
Prince Ren was half lying on the chair and clenching his fists.
He opened his eyes and glanced at his mother in the front seat. His mother was worried.
He looked away, slowly relaxed, and took a few deep breaths.
Then, he clenched and unclenched his hands. After a while, a ball of light appeared in his hands.
At first, it was just a faint 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.