This is the anti-theft badge
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 who Prince Ren had seen use the realm of selflessness (in fact, only Tezuka and Sanada).
His eyes,
His aura,
And actions.
The rhythm of his game increased again,
Even if Prince Ren concentrated, he was almost unable to keep up.
Prince Ren understood that this was not the difference in moves.
After all, his basic skills were too far from Yukimura's,
This person was said to have started learning tennis at the age of four or five,
And from then on, a person who had firmly established his tennis path was completely impeccable in his basic skills.
The way he accelerated,
The way he used force, and the toughness and energy of his muscles brought about by long-term scientific training.
He looked so slender, but every move could cause a storm.
The chance to return... ten balls?
No, that's not right..
Prince Ren frowned slightly.
The model in his mind kept spinning,
The numbers of the test calculation kept jumping.
It was too late,
He couldn't wait for the analysis results!
Prince Ren made a decision in an instant.
He took a step forward, no longer paying attention to the so-called "best return point" and "possible return angle and probability."
I'm not a person who plays data tennis. Data is just an aid.
He thought so,
He mobilized all the senses in his body.
The output of his spiritual power instantly increased to the extent that Prince Ren could feel every movement on the court even if he closed his eyes.
However, he did not close his eyes. Instead, he opened them wide.
Vision, hearing,
Touch, and even smell.
His five senses were adjusted to the sharpest level. Only in this way,
He could capture Yukimura's every move.
He finally raised his hand,
When he swung the racket, the ball that Yukimura hit just happened to land in the middle of his racket.
Pa!
When he waved his big arm, he keenly felt something.
This is..
He lowered his head and glanced at his arm.
Under the load of his spiritual power..,
The activity of his arm muscles was fully mobilized,
He exerted a strength that he could not have exerted.
But even so..,
This ball was also better than he had imagined..
Was this real?
Yes!
Prince Ren made this judgment when he received the second ball.
He felt the difference.
The feeling of catching the ball just now and the feeling of it now.
The pressure of Xing Cun's spiritual force was enough to affect his shot.
It was as if he could see illusions.
But the ball just now was not like that.
That was the real feeling of using very little strength to hit a very good shot.
What was that?
Can you do it again?
Prince Ren gritted his teeth.
He ran, trying to find the feeling of the ball again, but he was always just a little bit away.
He kept trying.
No, it's still not right … This ball … is still a little short!
Where exactly was he lacking?!
Dong!
He didn't know how many balls had hit the baseline.
"That's all you've got, right?" Yukimura said coldly.
Prince Ren looked at his cold smile, and the heat in his body rushed all the way to the top of his head, almost emitting smoke.
Then he tightened his grip on the racket and finally noticed that something was wrong.
How many minutes has it been?
How many balls did he and Yukimura play?
Ten minutes.
His brain automatically came up with the answer when he asked this question.
Ten minutes had passed.
More than half of his spiritual power was consumed, and the hunger and exhaustion in his body attacked together.
He even felt that he couldn't last the estimated thirteen minutes.
After Yukimura became serious, he spent more energy than expected to counterattack.
Wouldn't it be a pity to lose the advantage that he had obtained with great difficulty?
He thought so and did so, but he seemed to have unknowingly walked on the path of Yukimura's spiritual misdirection.
But the feeling of hitting the ball just now …
Prince Ren tightened his grip on the racket.
He took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.
The more agitated he was, the more he couldn't get into the zone.
Maybe it was the same as the Selfless State. What kind of mysterious move was it?
He finally paid attention to the model in his mind again.
Three minutes.
In the most power-saving state, it could still last three minutes.
What about the current score?
6-5.
If he didn't win this game and enter the tiebreak …
Could he win a game in three minutes?
How would he know if he didn't try?
Prince Ren restrained his spiritual power.
He didn't completely withdraw it, but gave up the use of covering the whole body.
He didn't think much about it. Instead, he relied on his feelings and the needs of his body to let his spiritual power stay on his left hand and two legs.
This probably looked like "Thousand Tempering"?
Prince Ren thought about it himself, and then he laughed for no reason.
Oh, after learning spiritual power, he automatically learned the two realms of the Selfless State.
Was this the Selfless State originally the feedback of spiritual power, or was spiritual power used like this in tennis?
Did Echizen Minami Jiro know spiritual power?
What was the state of flawless?
He had too many questions.
But at least according to his current assumption, the Selfless State was not the ceiling, but the starting point.
After all, he was a beginner of spiritual power.
I still have a long way to go, but now, if I work hard, maybe I can create a miracle!
Puri~
Prince Ren shook his head and waved the racket.
Three minutes passed in a flash.
Even if Prince Ren tried his best to win the game quickly, his impatience was too obvious, and Yukimura found clues.
Or maybe Prince Ren didn't mean to hide it. After all, he "previewed" it for three minutes at the beginning.
At the end of the three minutes, Yukimura could see the light on Prince Ren's body gradually disappear.
So he seized the opportunity and sped up again.
To his surprise, although Prince Ren withdrew from the Selfless State, he didn't seem to have the strong "sequelae" that usually appear when the Selfless State ends.
He was still running, but his speed returned to the level of his usual training.
His sweat had almost soaked his sportswear. His breathing was also very heavy, but at least it was regular.
This was definitely not the first time Prince Ren entered the Selfless State.
Of course not, he entered the Selfless State voluntarily. This was not a method that a "beginner" could master.
But when did Prince Ren learn it?
Yukimura narrowed his eyes and doubted his control of the tennis club.
Should he pay more attention to his teammates?
"But that's the end," he said.
The tennis ball drew a light arc from the backcourt. Prince Ren raised his head and chased it for two steps before stopping.
He watched the tennis ball fall to the ground, and finally couldn't help but bend down and gasp for breath.
Sweat flowed from the ends of his hair and across the corners of his eyes.
Prince Ren's throat hurt from gasping.
He reached out to wipe his sweat and rubbed his stinging eyes.
When he looked up again, he was happy to find that Yukimura wasn't much better than him.
At least his arm without a jacket was sweating!
But why did I participate in this competition again?
He looks much healthier than me, doesn't he?
He wiped his sweat again before straightening his back.
Yukimura's hair tie was also wet, but thanks to the hair tie, he was far less disheveled than Prince Ren.
He took off his hair tie and combed his hair. He put his racket under his arm and walked to the sidelines.
He glanced at Prince Ren. "Are you okay?"
The man who was panting waved his hand and didn't say a word.
Yukimura had always paid attention to stretching after strenuous exercise.
He put away his racket and finished stretching on the sidelines. When he turned his head, Prince Ren had already calmed his breathing.
The man who had just finished the game with a frighteningly pale face had stopped sweating and looked safe and sound.
Yukimura said thoughtfully, "Your stamina is much better than before."
"Really?" Prince Ren bared his teeth. "I can't do anything to you, can I?"
"… You put it that way." Yukimura smiled again. "Do you think you can beat me because your stamina is better?"
"It's not against the law to try," Prince Ren said.
Yukimura shook his head helplessly.
Yukimura was a very dignified minister off the court, but he also had a gentle side.
Prince Ren played a game that he thought was useless, so he felt inexplicably sullen.
He wasn't vigilant against Yukimura, and there were too many distracting thoughts in his mind, so he unknowingly became distracted.
He was the youngest among his peers, but he had the most authority. When he saw Prince Ren's blank eyes, he suddenly felt itchy.
He stretched out his hand and raised it.
You still haven't reacted?
Yukimura stopped in front of Prince Ren's forehead for two seconds. Then, he finally made his move.
Slap.
"Ah." Prince Ren was caught off guard. He was flicked on the forehead and finally woke up.
He raised his hand and touched his forehead. He looked at Yukimura in front of him. "… Minister?"
"Why? Aren't you going to say anything?" Yukimura stuffed the tennis racket back into the tennis bag and zipped it up.
He walked to the court and picked up the tennis balls. As he walked, he said, "I don't think you would come to me for a game without a reason."
"A reason …" Prince Ren walked to the other side and picked up a mop.
Indoor tennis courts were more troublesome than outdoor tennis courts. They needed to be cleaned up in time.
He glanced at the mop and then picked up a bucket.
There was a row of taps at the back of the court. There was no water supply during the holidays.
Prince Ren sighed. I'm not going to get water for the club, right?
Yukimura, who had finished picking up the tennis balls, walked out and took the bucket. "I'll do it."
"… That's not necessary, right?" Prince Ren followed him.
Yukimura looked at his trembling hand. "If you break the bucket, I'll tell Kazuyanagi."
It's just a bucket!
I'm not as wasteful as you!
You bought tickets for more than fifty people in the club for a physical examination!
After Prince Ren cursed in his heart, he remembered Yukimura's perfect physical examination report a month ago. He held his breath again.
He followed Yukimura in the direction of the club's office. He felt that it was difficult to carry a bucket of water … Carry it separately?