It was inevitable that boys would have some wonderful topics and wonderful comparisons in the hot springs.
For example, "Did your chest muscles get bigger again?" and "Why can't I grow any muscles?"
Then, it would inevitably lead to "I grew another five centimeters this year" and "You're already tall enough, can you share some of your height and muscles with me?"
There would also be "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 sighed at Sanada with a towel over his head, "Adolescence is about enjoying love."
"What a waste of time." Sanada snorted.
"But girls are cute. They know how to be spoiled and make snacks."
Marui glanced at Sanada's sturdy body, which did not look like a middle school student's at all. Even in the water, she was still taller than him. He felt a little sad but also 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 still quite popular."
The others suddenly turned their heads to look at him, obviously wondering if he had taken the wrong medicine.
Even Sanada looked at Prince Ren strangely.
"As long as he doesn't keep a straight face all the time, speaks softly, and doesn't suddenly shout," Prince Ren added.
Everyone else thought: That's more like it.
Prince Ren felt everyone's gaze and silently reflected on his attitude towards Sanada. Was he too "consistent"?
If one day, he did not hold back and praised Sanada, would everyone think that he was joking or being sarcastic?
Although he did not like Sanada, 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 either. No matter how hard he pressed, he didn't feel anything.
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 felt that this had something to do with spiritual power.
After all, that was how the game was set up. With spiritual energy, he could use big moves to adjust his physique. Maybe in the future, he could …
Release flames?
No, no, no, Wolverine is more handsome!
Bones are metal!
He was a little excited as he listened to the cries of his teammates.
Everyone had no energy left in the shower.
If he still had the energy, he would probably compete in some strange things.
No, Prince Ren wasn't slandering her. He was telling the truth. When he opened the shower door after training, he saw Jiyuan practicing the "Pegasus Meteor Punch" with a first-year student under the shower. He thought that there was something wrong with his eyes.
The week-long Hakone training camp ended amidst 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 ministry was obviously in a good mood. The corner of his mouth, which was always slightly curved, was 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 any information about me.
Prince Ren proudly played with his hair and decided that he would take advantage of the few days of rest to study his ability. If possible, he would also go to Kyoto.
But that night, he fell into a deeper dream.
This time, he wasn't a bystander, but a real person who experienced it.
He stood in the direction of the school and walked home. He could feel the wind and the sun, and 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 and followed 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 hadn't finished the national competition yet, and it was still summer.
But …
Wasn't Reiki very illusory?
Then why did it feel like winter wasn't 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 concerned. "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, had to support 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 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, "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 his 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 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 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 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 look …
He continued to look …
"… The champion of the Kanto Tournament 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 stood half-leaning against the wall.
The light on the operating room on the other side of the wall was on. Kuwabara, who was next to him, was holding a radio in his hand and playing that voice.
"How is that possible?!
The deputy minister — "Jiyuan suddenly raised his voice.
Then the light in the operating room suddenly went off.
The doctor came out with a mask.
Everyone gathered around the doctor, waiting for him to say something.
And the doctor took off his mask.
"Masuharu?!
Masuharu! "
Prince Ren's vision turned dark, and he could no longer see the doctor's lips.
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 seemed to be … 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 you have to 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 Shangguo Elementary School's younger brother who came upstairs to help him down the stairs.
His younger brother had almost grown 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 ward.
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.
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 people who keep talking about you aren't wrong … '
'You can control them!'
Prince Ren half-reclined on the chair and clenched his fists.
He opened his eyes and glanced at his mother in the front seat. She was looking at him worriedly.
He averted his gaze, 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.
Prince Ren lowered his eyes.