This is the anti-theft badge
Prince Ren really thought so.
Of course, "Tennis Weekly" gave Yukimura the title of "Son of God",
But please..,
Gods were also divided into angels and demons. Yukimura was definitely the pure black kind.
The last ball of the fourth game..,
Prince Ren raised his vigilance.
He mobilized almost all the cells in his body to observe and be on guard.
In fact, he was leading the score now,
But he just had a premonition..,
Every ball that followed was very crucial.
If he lost one, he would lose more than just one point.
It was coming!
He stared at the tennis ball opposite him.
Yukimura, who had truly entered the state of selflessness, was almost completely different from usual,
And was completely different from the people that Prince Ren had seen use the state of selflessness (in fact, only Tezuka and Sanada).
His eyes, 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 away from Yukimura's. It was said that this person 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 terms of basic skills.
The way of acceleration..,
The way of exerting force, and the toughness and energy of muscles brought about by long-term scientific training.
He clearly looked so slender..,
But every move could cause a storm.
The chance to hit back... Ten balls?
No, that's not right....
Prince Ren frowned slightly.
The model in his mind kept spinning,
The numbers of the trial 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.
But he did not close his eyes,
Instead, he opened his eyes wide.
Sight, hearing, touch, and even smell.
His five senses were adjusted to the sharpest level. Only in this way could he capture Yukimura's every move.
He finally raised his hand, and when he swung, the ball that Yukimura hit landed right in the center of his racket.
Pa!
As he waved his arm, he keenly sensed something.
This is …
He looked down at his arm.
Under the burden of spiritual energy, the activity of his arm muscles was fully mobilized, and he was able to display the strength that he was not able to display before.
But even so, this goal was better than he had imagined …
Was this real?
Yes!
When he received the second ball, Prince Ren made this judgment.
He felt the difference.
The way he felt when he caught the ball and the way he felt now.
Yukimura's spiritual pressure 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 true feeling of using very little strength to play 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 just now, but he was always a little short.
He kept trying.
No, it was still not right … This ball … was still a little short!
What was it that was missing?!
Dong!
He did not know how many balls hit the baseline.
"That's not all, right?" Yukimura said coldly.
Prince Ren looked at his cold smile, and the heat in his body rushed to the top of his head, almost smoking.
Then he gripped his racket tightly and finally noticed that something was wrong.
How many minutes had it been?
How many balls had he played with Yukimura?
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 energy was consumed, and the hunger and fatigue in his body attacked together.
He even felt that he could not hold on for 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 hard-won advantage just like that?
He thought so and did so, but he seemed to have unknowingly walked on the path of Yukimura's spiritual energy misdirection.
But the feeling of hitting the ball just now …
Prince Ren gripped his racket tightly.
He took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.
The more agitated he was, the more he could not get into the zone.
Maybe that 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, he could still hold on for three minutes.
What about the current score?
6-5.
If he did not win this game and enter the tiebreak …
Could he win a game in three minutes?
How would he know if he did not try?
Prince Ren restrained his spiritual energy.
He did not completely withdraw it, but gave up the use of covering his whole body.
He did not think much, but relied on his senses and the needs of his body to let his spiritual energy stay on his left hand and two legs.
This probably looked like "Thousand Tempering"?
Prince Ren thought about it, and then he laughed for no reason.
Oh, after learning spiritual energy, he automatically learned the two realms of the Selfless State.
Was this the Selfless State originally the feedback of spiritual energy, or was spiritual energy used like this in tennis?
Did Echizen Minami Jiro know spiritual energy?
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 energy.
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 his 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 did not seem to have the strong "sequelae" that usually appear when the Selfless State ends.
He was still running, but his speed had 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 on his own initiative. 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 after 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 with his hands on his knees.
Sweat dripped from the ends of his hair and streaked 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 raised his head again, he was quite happy to find that Yukimura was not much better than him.
At least there was sweat on his arm that wasn't wearing a jacket!
But why did I participate in this game?
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 the 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 anything.
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 dignified minister off the court, but he also had a gentle side.
Prince Ren had played a game that he thought was useless. He felt inexplicably aggrieved.
He wasn't vigilant against Yukimura, and there were too many distracting thoughts in his mind. Unknowingly, he was 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.
Haven't you reacted yet?
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 ball. As he walked, he said, "I don't think you'll play a game with me without a reason."
"A reason …" Prince Ren walked to the other side to get a mop.
Indoor tennis courts were more troublesome than outdoor courts. They needed to be cleaned up in a timely manner.
He glanced at the mop and then took a bucket.
There was a row of taps outside the back door of the court. There was no water supply during the holidays.
Prince Ren sighed. He didn't think he would have to go to the club to get water, right?
Yukimura, who had finished picking up the tennis ball, walked out and took the bucket. "I'll do it."
"… There's no need, 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!