This is the anti-theft badge.
Sanada: "..."
Prince Ren sank into the water. "Sanada is still 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 keep a straight face,
Speak softly and don't suddenly shout, "Prince Ren added.
The others: That's more like it.
Prince Ren felt the gazes of the others and silently reflected on whether his attitude towards Sanada was too "consistent".
If there was a day when he didn't praise Sanada but praised him, wouldn't everyone think that he was joking or being sarcastic?
Although he did not like Sanada,
However, he also acknowledged Sanada's strength and character.
Prince Ren pursed his lips and felt 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 did not know what was going on with him.
No matter how much he massaged, he did not 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 always felt that this had something to do with spiritual power.
After all, the game was set like that. With spiritual power, he could release big moves and adjust his physique.
Maybe in the future he could...
Release flames?
No, no, no, wolverine was more handsome!
Bones are metal!
He listened to the wails of his teammates and was vaguely a little excited.
Everyone did not have much energy in the shower.
If they still had energy, they would probably compete with strange things.
No, Prince Ren was not slandering.
He was telling the truth.
After training, he opened the door of the school's shower and 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 thought that his eyes were really bad.
The week-long Hakone training was a lot of training.
The temple fair.
The hot spring and massage ended satisfactorily.
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.
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 spiritual power 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 rang in his ear.
Prince Ren trembled. "Puri."
"Why are you in a daze?"
The red-haired friend patted him on the shoulder, somewhat unhappily jogging a few steps forward to cause trouble in the Sangyuan Plains.
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.
But he didn't support the unconscious person.
The pair of eyes that were always smiling suddenly closed. Her originally white skin became even paler, and her lips suddenly lost their color.
Cold sweat seeped from his forehead. The person who curled up his body twitched slightly, but he couldn't 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 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. He was so mature that people thought he was prematurely old.
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.
Half the afternoon, they and a group of people in blue and white uniforms opposite them. In the middle was an empty court.
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 anymore, 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 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 kind of 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 on.
Everyone gathered around the doctor, waiting for him to say something.
And 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 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 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: "… 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 grown 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 ward.
That was the Yukimura he saw now. The Yukimura who stood in front of everyone 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 weird people 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. His mother's worried gaze met his.
He looked away, slowly relaxed, and took a few deep breaths.
Then, he clenched and loosened 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.
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.
Prince Ren began to sort out his problems.
What would happen to Motomaru, who used to have a God's Inquisitor and then changed it?
What would happen to his sword?
How would his underage status affect his work and studies?
Prince Ren tried to click on the icon on his phone.
Although it was very slow, it seemed to be connected to the communication terminal that only existed in Motomaru. He could read the announcements and connect to the God's Inquisitor's internal forum.
Prince Ren studied the page for a while and even clicked on his sword tent.
'What is assigned to me is mine,' he thought as he studied his saber tent.
Dachi, Tachi, katana …
When Red Fox introduced him, he said that his Motomaru's previous owner had only worked for half a year, but he already had all the swords in his sword tent.
Apart from limited forging and movable swords, only the extremely rare katana was missing.
These swords were all in human form and had their own preferences and personalities. This meant that he could use human communication skills to get along with them.
No wonder the Government of the Time was willing to recruit minors. This was actually a job that didn't require much skill.
Prince Ren thought as he studied his sword tent.
The novelty made him invest a lot of energy, and a sense of urgency that came from nowhere made him want to familiarize himself with everything and find something that could help him.