This is the anti-theft badge.
"But the girl is very cute.
She can act coquettishly and make snacks. "
Marui glanced at Sanada's sturdy body, which did not look like a high school student's at all. Even in the water, she was 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 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 have a straight face.
Speak softly.
Don't suddenly shout. "Prince Ren added.
The others: That's more like it.
Prince Ren felt the others' gazes and silently reflected on his attitude towards Sanada. Was he too "consistent"?
If one day he didn't praise Zhen Tian, instead, he really praised Zhen Tian.
Everyone wouldn't think that he was joking or being sarcastic, right?
Although he didn't like Sanada, he also acknowledged Sanada's strength and character.
Prince Ren pursed his lips, feeling a little wronged.
The hot spring was almost done.
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.
No matter how much he massaged, he didn't 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 felt that this had something to do with spiritual power.
After all, that was the setting in the game.
With spiritual power, he could release big moves and adjust his physique. Maybe in the future, he could also …
Release fire?
No, no, no. Wolverine was more handsome!
Bones were metal!
He listened to the cries of his teammates.
He was a little excited.
Everyone didn't have much energy in the shower.
If they still had energy, they would probably compete in strange things.
No,
Prince Ren was not slandering her. He was telling the truth.
He turned on the showers at the school after practice.
He saw that Qie Yuan was actually practicing the "Pegasus Meteor Punch" with a first-year student who only knew his face but not his name under the shower.
He also thought that his eyes were really damaged.
The week-long Hakone training camp ended with plenty of training, temple fairs, hot springs, and massages.
On the way back, Prince Ren glanced at Liu Yi and found that this "staff officer" in the ministry was obviously in a good mood. The corners of his mouth, which were always slightly curved, were lifted.
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 was not from the perspective of a bystander, but a real person who had experienced it.
He stood in the direction of his home from school. He could feel the wind and sunlight, as well as the chatter and laughter of his classmates.
Was this really a dream?
Or was this reality?
Prince Ren was stunned.
He walked forward in a daze, following the footsteps of his teammates.
In front of him was 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 wasn't real in winter?
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 unhappily to disturb Kuwabara.
Prince Ren shook his head and sighed.
Yanagi, who had been silent all this time, turned his head. His expression was still cold, but there was concern in his voice. "Are you okay?
Are you sick? "
"No, I …" He looked up and suddenly opened his eyes wide.
From where he could see, Yukimura, who was about to reach the bus stop, suddenly tilted his body.
The unforeseen event happened so suddenly that Sanada couldn't react for a while.
He was still walking forward. After two steps, he realized that he did not hear Yukimura's footsteps. He turned around and saw Yukimura fall to the ground.
Liu, who was one step behind, supported Yukimura so that the back of his head did not hit the ground.
But he did not support the person who had completely lost consciousness.
The 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 the forehead of the person who closed his eyes. The person who curled up his body twitched slightly but could not make any sound.
"Yukimura!"
This must be a dream. This must be a dream.
But why can't he wake up?
Prince Ren felt his whole body stiffen.
The next second, he suddenly found himself in the hospital corridor. Beside him were his teammates.
A voice came from the half-closed door not far away. "For his illness, even with surgery, there is only a 30% chance of recovery. If possible, we recommend conservative treatment.
… Tennis?
No, no, no, this is strenuous exercise. It will worsen the illness … "
The door opened.
Prince Ren saw Sanada walking out.
He had never seen Sanada so serious.
Sanada was usually serious enough. She was so mature that people thought she 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, 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 hold the Kanto Tournament.
For half the afternoon, they and a group of people wearing blue and white uniforms opposite them. In the middle was an empty court.
He heard Marui's voice.
"Yukimura's surgery is about to start. 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.
If he continued to look …
If he continued to look …
"… The Kanto Tournament champion is Youth Academy."
He finally left the first-person perspective.
He saw himself standing in the hospital corridor. 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 it possible?!
The deputy minister — "Jiyuan suddenly raised his voice.
Then the operating room light suddenly went off.
The doctor came out with a mask.
Everyone gathered around the doctor, waiting for him to say something.
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 boundless 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. Why did you suddenly have such a high fever? Weren't you fine yesterday?"
"… I have a fever?"
The sound of his own voice scared him. It was really unpleasant to hear.
"I don't care if you play around, but you have to take care of yourself." 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: "… Okay."
He really couldn't use his strength. In the end, it was his younger brother who came upstairs to help him down the stairs.
His younger brother was almost as tall as him. His weight was even more than his, and his muscles were stronger than his. Prince Ren was particularly melancholic.
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 so 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 there was something wrong with him, but he didn't even know how to get out.
No, calm down, calm down!
This is your ability, if what those weird people said is right … ….
You can control them!
Prince Ren was half lying on the chair and clenching his fists.
He opened his eyes and glanced at his mother in the front seat. He met her worried gaze.
He looked away, slowly relaxed, and took a few deep breaths.
Then he clenched and loosened his hands that were hanging by his side. After a while, a ball of light appeared in his hands.
At first, it was just a very vague shadow. It couldn't even be called a ball of light.
Then the outline became clearer and clearer.
It was light yellow with a little 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 something that can control my dreams.
He stared at the tennis ball opposite him.
Yukimura, who had really entered the realm of selflessness, was almost completely different from his usual state. He was also completely different from the people that Prince Ren had seen use the realm of selflessness before (in fact, only Tezuka and Sanada).
His eyes, aura, and actions.
He sped up the pace of the game again. Even if Prince Ren concentrated, he almost couldn't keep up.
Prince Ren understood that this wasn't a 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. From then on, he had determined his tennis path. His basic skills were impeccable.
The way to accelerate, the way to use force, and the strength and toughness of muscles brought by long-term scientific training.
He looked so slender, but his every move could cause a storm.
The chances of a return … Ten points?
No, that's not right …
Prince Ren frowned slightly.
The model in his mind kept spinning, and the numbers kept jumping.
It's too late. I can't wait for the analysis results!
Prince Ren made a decision in an instant.
He took a step forward, no longer caring about 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 as he mobilized all the senses in his body.
The output of his mental power instantly increased to the point where Prince Ren could feel every movement on the court even with his eyes closed.
But he didn't close his eyes. Instead, he opened them wide.
His 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. When he swung the racket, Yukimura's ball landed right in the center of his racket.
Pa!
When he swung his 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 was able to exert strength that he couldn't otherwise.
But even so, this ball was better than he imagined …
Is this real?
Yes!
When he received the second return, Prince Ren made this judgment.
He felt the difference.
The feeling when he received the ball just now and the feeling now.
The pressure of Xing Cun's spiritual force was enough to affect his shot.
He seemed to be able to see illusions.
But the ball just now wasn't like that.
That was the true feeling of using very little strength to play a very good shot.
Then what was it?
Could he 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's still not right … This ball … is still a little short!
What's the difference?!
Thump!
He didn't know how many times the ball hit the baseline.
"Is that all you've got?" Yukimura said coldly.
Prince Ren looked at his cold smile. His whole body's heat rushed to the top of his head, almost emitting smoke.
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 already passed.
He used up more than half of his spiritual power. Hunger and exhaustion attacked him together.
He even felt that he wouldn't be able to last the estimated thirteen minutes.
After Yukimura became serious, he spent more energy than expected to counterattack.
Wouldn't it be a pity to throw away the hard-won advantage like this?
He thought so and did so, but he seemed to have unknowingly walked on the path of Yukimura's spiritual power 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 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 he gave up on using it to cover his whole body.
He didn't think too much. Instead, he relied on his senses 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 had returned to the level of his usual training.
His sweat had almost soaked his sportswear, and his breathing was 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 happy to find that Yukimura wasn't much better than him.
At least his arm, which wasn't covered by a jacket, was sweaty!
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, combed his hair, and walked to the side of the court with his racket under his arm.
He glanced at Prince Ren. "Are you okay?"
The person 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 side of the court. When he turned his head, Prince Ren had already calmed his breathing.
The person 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?"
"… That's what you're saying." 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 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 unconsciously spaced out.
He was the youngest among his peers, but he had the most authority. When he saw Prince Ren's eyes spaced out, he suddenly wanted to hit him.
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, and finally made his move.
Slap.
"Ah." Unprepared, King Ren was flicked on the forehead and finally woke up.
He raised his hand to touch his forehead and looked at Yukimura in front of him. "… Minister?"
"Why, aren't you going to say anything?" Yukimura put the 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 of the court to get a mop.