This is the anti-theft badge
Prince Ren had a deeper understanding of this truth after experiencing the "conversation" with Yukimura on the bus.
He wondered why he mentioned the Phoenix of the Equality House?
How did this help him explain his experience?
Even if he mentioned the Phoenix of the Equality House, why did he make the association?
"But they do look alike," Prince Ren said to himself,
"They're all very domineering,
And their hair is disheveled,
And they like to wear headbands, and they're good at it. "
After complaining, Prince Ren took his tennis bag into the living room and finished the second half of his sentence, "Of course,
Yukimura is still quite gentle.
The Equality House is... Yes, I have to call him senior.
The Equality House senior is much more self-righteous. "
What was even more terrifying was..,
He obviously had the capital to be self-righteous.
Prince Ren reflected on the stupid things he did today,
He put the tennis bag back in his room and went to the kitchen to look for something to eat.
There was a post-it note on the refrigerator,
It said "To
Masuharu: The relevant information about your part-time job is on the coffee table. The milk pudding on the second layer is the snack. "
Prince Ren opened the refrigerator and found his milk pudding.
He took the pudding and found the so-called "information" on the coffee table. He glanced at the large "Government of the Time Brochure."
He took out two packets of soda biscuits from under the coffee table,
Then he took the biscuits,
The pudding and the information went back to his room.
The pudding was cold in his hand, making Prince Ren, who was hot all over, sigh comfortably.
He opened the window and turned on the fan before sitting at the desk and opening the "Brochure."
The first Yitiao..,
The Government of the Time had a systematic method of cultivating spiritual power,
And had a good environment for training spiritual power, providing accommodation ("Honmaru"), providing food ("Funeral God Fu can cook"), and a stable schedule ("Scientifically arrange the level of daily classes at each stage"),
And gave a high salary to the Divine Inquisitor who signed the contract ("Part of it is resources, part of it is funds").
The second,
Fu Sang Shen would become the Divine Inquisitor's partner.
To protect the Divine Inquisitor, the Divine Inquisitor's safety was very high among the psionicists. (Prince Ren: So psionicists can still do other things.)
Third, the term of the contract is five years. After five years, the contract can be renewed.
Regardless of whether it was within the five-year term or when the contract was renewed, the Government of the Time could negotiate and amend the contract. The power of the Divine Inquisitor would determine the treatment.
The fourth rule …
Prince Ren flipped through the brochure twice.
The most basic questions were all answered on this page.
This was almost a detailed "brochure" that was not much different from the "brochures" in schools. Moreover, the Divine Inquisitor looked very similar to enrolling in a school.
They even promised to provide a "novice guide".
The treatment was so good, so why were they still so "hungry" to recruit people?
Prince Ren felt that something was amiss.
But he had no other choice now.
He was in a hurry, and his intuition told him to make a decision quickly.
The Shrine's Witch also told him that the Government of the Time was trustworthy.
And this was indeed more within reach than the Dojo Gate that he had heard of.
As for the Equality House … The Phoenix Hall of the Equality House was very famous, but it sounded like it had a very high status in the Equality House. (He was called the Phoenix of the Equality House!
It was only one word away from being a famous place!)
The people of the Phoenix Hall were too annoying.
Prince Ren opened the packaging of the soda biscuits and thought to himself, "Should I just do it like this?
No, no, no, one has to think twice. The price of impulse is too great. "
He put down the brochure.
That night, he had a dream again. It had been a long time.
After entering the national tournament, he rarely dreamed. Even if he dreamed, it was mostly about trivial matters. For example, he and his familiar friends were doing familiar training in a familiar stadium. (At most, the training volume increased by a lot.)
But tonight, he had a dream again. "Yukimura is sick and hospitalized, and the success rate is only 30%."
And this time, the dream did not stop.
He dreamed that Yukimura finally survived the surgery and completed the rehabilitation. Under the doctor's warning, "there is a possibility of relapse," he walked onto the national tournament field.
And then he lost to a shorty wearing a blue and white team uniform.
Why was it Seiko again?!
One time was not enough, the Kanto Tournament was not enough, and the national tournament was still Seiko?!
Forget about the amnesia, what was with the flawless limit?!
Just because his surname was Echizen, he could use Echizen Minami Jiro's tricks as he pleased?!
Prince Ren was in pain.
He was very uncomfortable.
These things that he should not have experienced quickly flashed through his eyes, and the feeling of a "bystander" seemed to have been taken away.
His emotions accumulated, including his own failure and the team's failure, all accumulated together.
His spirit was already very tired, but his dream forced him to stay, reliving the feeling of failure over and over again.
In Prince Ren's thirteen years of life, he rarely experienced failure.
He could not be said to be God's favored child, but he did grow up in love, and his appearance and brain were outstanding.
And in tennis, a "game" that made his desire to win unprecedentedly high, his ability was also very good.
He entered Tachikai University, joined the tennis club, and found a place on the tennis team of this school that reached the top.
He was indispensable.
And now he was struggling in his dream, the pain of being defeated so real that it was screaming in every cell of his body. And in front of him was Yukimura on the court.
The man who was almost omnipotent in his eyes (at least in tennis) showed a very real expression of pain and sadness.
He was clearly outside the court, and at such a distance, he could not see the expression on Yukimura's face.
But this was a dream.
Prince Ren thought that even if it was a dream, Yukimura losing was too ridiculous.
When he woke up this time, he did not have a fever, but he was still tired, and he felt that his whole life had nothing to live for.
In the past, when he read novels or watched TV, when he heard the words "nothing to live for," he did not know what kind of state it was, but now he really understood. So this was what it meant to have nothing to live for.
If the future was really like this, it would be too cruel.
No, not to himself.
For "Masaharu Nioh," losing a match might be a good thing.
Prince Ren knew that his personality was stubborn and self-righteous, and it was definitely not a bad thing to be hit before taking a detour.
But for Yukimura, such a future was too cruel.
He thought he knew how Yukimura looked at tennis and the tennis club.
That person who looked weak on the outside but was domineering on the inside had a frightening sense of responsibility and focus for the tennis club.
And tennis.
He remembered the way Yukimura looked at the racket in his dream.
It turns out … it turns out … a person can be so stubborn about something to this extent.
Oh.
So tired.
Prince Ren thought that this was what it felt like to be a "chosen child."
He suddenly felt a sense of mission.
After being in a daze for a long time in bed and missing breakfast, Prince Ren finally got up.
Of course he missed breakfast.
His family had all gone out, his parents had gone to work, his sister had continued tutoring, and his brother had continued training.
Am I a bit too free to think like this?
Prince Ren glanced at the racket leaning against the corner of the wall.
When he was about to change his clothes and do his daily practice, he remembered the "Government of the Time Brochure" that was still on the desk.
After hesitating for a few seconds, he jogged over and turned the brochure to the last page.
He picked up his phone and dialed a number.
"Beep, beep, beep — click."
The moment the call connected, Prince Ren's vision went black.
He felt like he was thrown into a washing machine and rolled around a few times, and the dizziness made him close his eyes.
He felt the wind in a weightlessness similar to when he fell to the ground.
There was also Spiritual Power, which he had never been able to completely control or capture.
He opened his eyes.
"Hello, I am your novice guide, Fox 'Aid.
Dear Divine Inquisitor, are you willing to sign a contract with the Government of the Time to complete the Divine Inquisitor's mission? "
There was a lawn in front of him, which looked like a backyard behind a building.
And he did see a building at the end of the lawn, which was all white and didn't even have windows.
The one who spoke to him was the red fox he saw in his dream, fluffy and charmingly naive.
Prince Ren blinked and opened the brochure in his hand (yes, it was still in his hand).
"… Sign a contract?
A novice guide? "he asked.
Fox 'Aid's big eyes blinked like a program: "I am your novice guide."
Prince Ren: "…"
In less than two minutes, an ordinary-looking middle-aged man trotted out of the building.
With an expression no different from an ordinary office worker, he told Prince Ren about the duties and regulations of the Government of the Time, and said that "Divine Inquisitors like you who live in history are very valuable" and "That's why you can get the treatment of an A-level Divine Inquisitor."
It sounded like a person who was spotted by a talent scout on the street and was ready to debut as soon as he entered the company and got an A-list. It sounded very unreliable.
Prince Ren almost entered an entertainment company when he was in elementary school, so he knew this routine.
He lost his temper at the time, so much so that he was very careless. His sister, who secretly sent his resume through a magazine, was shocked.
But Prince Ren wouldn't lose his temper now, because this was his choice.
He also felt that this place was unreliable, but he still came.
Prince Ren looked at the ordinary middle-aged man in front of him: "Here, can I practice Spiritual Power?"
"You will go through Fox's Aid later, ah, that's it."
The middle-aged man pointed at the Red Fox: "Fox's Aid will help you complete the Divine Inquisitor's beginner's guide and related teaching. After signing the contract, you will have a 'Honwan', which is bound to a 'communicator'. The communicator will have the Divine Inquisitor's forum, where you can ask any questions, and an experienced Divine Inquisitor will answer them.
As for the learning method of Spiritual Power, yes, you will be able to practice Spiritual Power step by step during the course of your daily lessons. "
Prince Ren: I still feel that something isn't clear.
He saw that the middle-aged man wouldn't say anything more, so he nodded.
Before signing the contract, he still had a skeptical attitude, but after signing the contract, he was relieved.
It wasn't an ordinary contract, but a contract with Spiritual Power. It was just a paper contract.
King Ren was able to feel the power that affected his soul, which made him feel relieved.
Five years.
I'm thirteen years old this year, a second year junior high school student, and I will graduate from high school in five years.
It won't affect my real employment at all.
Prince Ren calculated once, and the corners of his mouth curled up in satisfaction.
When he finished signing the contract, Fox's Aid, who had been following him, had its eyes lit up.
It was like it finally had a soul.
After having a soul, Prince Ren finally felt that it was similar to the fox he saw in his dreams.
"Come with me." Fox's Aid led Prince Ren outside. "What should I call you?"
"I'm called …"
"Don't say your real name."
Fox's Aid reminded, "The name is the shortest curse, and the Divine Inquisitor who says their real name has a high chance of being 'hidden', you should give yourself a codename."
The name is the shortest … curse?
Then what should I give myself a codename?
Deceiver?
… No, no, no. It's fine if others call me that, but how can I admit it myself?
What about magician?
Magician?
Prince Ren had a serious expression, he felt that this was his biggest test today.
My waist is so sore, puri …
After mopping the court, tidying up the mop and the bucket, and locking the door, Prince Ren felt that he was going to rot.
He went to the club office to take a shower, and when he came out, he found that Yukimura was still there.
Didn't he finish showering a long time ago?
"Let's talk." Yukimura caught him and said.
He changed his clothes, and his hair was dry. He almost suspected that Prince Ren was asleep in the bathroom.
"If you didn't come out, I would have thought that you fell and drowned," he said sarcastically.
Prince Ren: "… Minister, it's over after the game. Have mercy on me, we'll meet again in the future."
"What?" Yukimura didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "What are you thinking?"
He didn't care what Prince Ren was thinking, he just raised his chin in the direction of the door. "Let's go, I'll treat you to dinner."
"… A banquet at Hongmen?" Prince Ren asked warily.
Yukimura: "If you continue to dawdle, I'll double your training order."
Threatening the minister with his daily training order, sigh.
Yukimura sighed in his heart, lamenting that the tennis department was really difficult to manage.
He began to summarize Prince Ren's abnormality on the way.
From the beginning of the school year, Prince Ren's condition had been fluctuating.
Yukimura didn't care too much at first, because Prince Ren's depressed state was also improving vertically.
Since it was neither standing still nor regressing, Yukimura didn't think too much about it.
Maybe this guy was tired because he stayed up late playing games at night?
Or maybe he had a new hobby (found a new prank)?
Or maybe the cafeteria food wasn't good that day, and this guy didn't eat?
Yukimura didn't think that he knew Prince Ren very well, but a general understanding was enough.
Masaharu Nioh was not difficult to understand.
The turning point was during the Kanto Tournament.
During that time, Prince Ren's condition was particularly unstable. Sometimes, his complexion was so bad that he wanted to advise him to rest in the infirmary.
Not only was his face pale, but his footsteps were also particularly weak.
So this guy actually said that I was sick?
The person who looked like he was sick was clearly himself.
Yukimura was a little worried when he thought about it.
As the minister, it was one thing to worry about practice, but this year, there was a first-year student with worrying results who was very talented in tennis.
Okay, then as a senior, arranging tutoring was also a kind of responsibility.
But why did he have to worry about the food of the members?
Did he have to care about how many calories the members ate every day, whether they could grow taller or not?
And when it came to the national tournament, Prince Ren didn't even play pranks.
The words "I'm troubled" were almost written on his face.
This was rare. Ever since Yukimura met Prince Ren, Prince Ren was a person who could hide his emotions.
When he was in the first year of junior high, he also noticed Prince Ren (after all, the color of his hair was really eye-catching). A person with a slightly hunched back and an attitude that was not particularly serious happened to be the type of person that his friends hated the most. But Yukimura was keenly aware of the similarities between his friend and Prince Ren.
Now, this was confirmed.
People who could use the Anatta State must have undergone a lot of training. Yukimura began to wonder if Prince Ren had undergone additional training but didn't say anything.
Not only could he freely control the Anatta State, but he could even combine the two states, and when he left the Anatta State, he still had energy left.
A few months ago, their evaluation of Prince Ren was that "his skills are passable, but his stamina and strength need to be improved." Now, it seemed that his stamina was no longer weak.
And strength?
Strength could be made up for with skills. Yukimura believed in his own judgment.
Moreover, with his experience, strength-type players would not be his nemesis.
When did such a change happen?
Before he could react, Prince Ren had already grown so much.
Even more than before …
Xing Cun took a look at Prince Ren and gave him an evaluation that was hard to distinguish, "He's a little slower than before."
Prince Ren used to be very sensitive. Yukimura did not have a close relationship with him, but he could tell.
More than half a year ago, a senior who had partnered with Prince Ren specifically looked for him when he left the club, and said that if possible, he should take care of Prince Ren more.
Although he didn't look very friendly, he was surprisingly popular?
Or could it be that he easily aroused people's sense of responsibility?
He agreed at the time, and also recalled the argument (fight) between Prince Ren and Sanada after the end of training. He thought that this was probably a member who was not easy to manage.
In the end, he was surprisingly easy to get along with.
Yukimura went through everything from the beginning and found that most of the evaluations he had made of Prince Ren had now been overturned.
From this point of view, Masaharu Nioh was still a mystery.
He stopped in front of a barbecue restaurant and turned his head. "This one or that one?"
The one next door was selling rice.
Prince Ren stared at the signboard of the barbecue restaurant, and then quickly glanced at the signboard of the rice diner.
He blinked, trying to cover it up. "Are we eating barbecue for just the two of us?"
"What's the matter?"
Yukimura glanced at the barbecue restaurant and judged that there was no need to wait for a table. He stepped inside. "You like it, right?"
“puri~”
Their game was very fast, and it took nearly half an hour from start to finish. It took some time to clean up the court, and it was just in time for dinner.
It was already dark, and the office workers who got off work came out to look for food. They chose a corner seat by the window.
The night in Kanagawa was a little leisurely, and most of the pedestrians had smiles on their faces.
Yukimura ordered and picked up the kettle on the table to pour two glasses of water.
He pushed one of the glasses in front of Prince Ren.
"Ah, thank you." Prince Ren blinked and held the glass.
He could feel the temperature of the hot water in his palm, which made him feel more at ease.
He hadn't spent much time alone with Yukimura.
In theory, he shouldn't be nervous, but he just felt uneasy for no reason.
Maybe it was a premonition that told him that this wouldn't be a conversation he liked?
But the barbecue was served quickly, breaking the somewhat stagnant atmosphere between them.
The teenager was still growing, and after intense exercise, he felt hungry almost at the sight of raw meat.
The waiter lit the fire, and seeing that there weren't many people, he roasted the first batch of meat for them.
The meat was still covered with oil on the surface, and it was covered with caramel color, and the aroma was overwhelming.
It was better to eat first.
They finished three servings of barbecue and drank a glass of warm water before they had time to talk.
"Have you considered playing singles?" Yukimura asked.
His topic was particularly direct, and Prince Ren, who was full, finally regained some of his rationality.
He held the empty glass and thought about going out to buy a coke later, but there was a very faint and unpleasant smile on his face. "Are you encouraging me to abandon Yanagi and find a new future, Minister?"
"You have the ability."
Yukimura said, "In doubles, Bunta and Kuwabara are already a very mature team, but you, Kazuyanagi, are still in the adjustment period.
It won't affect much if you change to another person. "
"But there are enough people playing singles." Prince Ren put down the glass.
He reached out his hand. "You, Sanada, Ryu.
Of course, Ryu can play doubles, but there's also Jiyuan.
That kid is the successor that you and Sanada have chosen, right?
After Mōri -senpai graduates, he'll be the only one who can fill the main position.
That kid doesn't look like he can play doubles. "
"You're right." Yukimura looked at Prince Ren with a hint of relief in his eyes.
On the surface, he was indifferent, but in reality, he had thought so much about the situation in the Ministry.
He did not refute Prince Ren's words, but continued to say, "At present, Jiyuan is the best choice for singles.
But Sanada and I are not. "
"… You play doubles?" Prince Ren's eyes widened. "Are you serious?"
"Are you that surprised?"
Yukimura couldn't help but laugh. "From the point of view of doubles skills, Sanada and I are the true masters of Tachikai University. Whether it's singles or doubles, we both make King Ren speechless.
"You can understand it that way." Yukimura shook his head. "So, you don't need to feel burdened."
Burdened?
Prince Ren reconsidered Yukimura's words.
He wondered if Yukimura had interpreted his words as something else.
He really didn't have the spirit of dedication.
"I still like doubles," he said.
He knew that he should give Yukimura a convincing reason.
As a minister, he had an unparalleled desire to control things related to tennis.
And when he decided to use the competition to achieve his goal, he should have thought about how to deal with the subsequent developments.
Ability and responsibility were always proportional.
An increase in ability corresponded to an increase in speaking power.
Prince Ren didn't know if he was happy to see such a change, so he carefully considered every word in his reply.
"If you spend a lot of effort and don't get the results you want, you'll be in a bad mood," he said. "At the very least, you want to be the number one doubles player in the country?"
Yukimura raised his eyebrows and looked at him.
The number one doubles player in the country?
"I'm happy that you have such ambition," he said slowly.
They didn't talk too much.
Yukimura saw that Prince Ren still had some resistance, but he didn't care.
Since he took the initiative to show his ability, didn't that mean that he wanted to take on more responsibilities?
This was a beautiful misunderstanding.
This game had a lot of positive effects on Prince Ren.