It was an anti-theft badge.
When he turned around, he saw Sanada.
Prince Ren couldn't help but glance at Sanada's exposed arm.
Sanada, who was being stared at, was confused.
He frowned. "Prince Ren?"
"Puri." Prince Ren looked away.
It was boring to just stand there and wait.
Prince Ren saw that Sanada had already walked into the school to run laps.
He thought about it and followed.
He deliberately missed Sanada by half a court. As he ran, he wondered if he should go to a shrine and ask about it.
Then, he remembered his dream last night.
It was a rare clear dream this month.
Speaking of which, although he defined the dream as an "advance",
He didn't actually prove whether it was a precognitive dream or not.
It was really difficult to define this "ability" when one lived in a materialistic world for thirteen years.
It took him some time to finish reading The Interpretation of Dreams.
He felt that it was nonsense.
If it was a precognitive dream, then would Sanada and Yukimura fall out in the future?
And would Yukimura fall sick?
If not,
Then why did he dream of such an incredible plot?
What if there was a chance?
Prince Ren couldn't tell what he was feeling.
Yukimura was a rare person he admired, and every scene in the dream showed that his illness was not a minor illness that could be cured with some medicine.
If Yukimura couldn't hold a racket …
When he got into the car, he stared at Yukimura.
Yukimura, who had finished counting the number of people and telling them what to pay attention to, said, "… Prince Ren?"
"Sir, are you alright?"
Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere? "Prince Ren deliberately chose the position closest to Xing Village and lowered his voice.
"You don't have any family medical history, right?"
"… Are you playing a new type of fraud?"
"I'm just concerned about you, Sir."
Prince Ren blinked, feeling wronged.
"After all, Minister, you look so weak that you can't even withstand a gust of wind."
Yukimura's strength was on par with Sanada's. His stamina was good. He had muscles all over his body. "… You're the one who's weak."
He had always hated it when people described him like this, but the concern in Prince Ren's words was genuine (after spending a long time with Prince Ren, he could almost feel the difference between fraud and not fraud).
He could only shake his head helplessly. "Why are you asking this?
Do I look wrong? "
"I just want to show my concern," Prince Ren repeated. "Minister, you need to sleep early and wake up early. Eat more vegetables and exercise more."
"… That's enough. Who's the one complaining about Sanada's old people's daily routine?"
"Then you're different from Sanada," Prince Ren narrowed his eyes and said with a smile.
He was completely self-righteous.
Yukimura: "…"
The eight of them rented a minibus and went to Hakone.
They transferred to the guesthouse and drove over. The journey didn't take long.
After Prince Ren "showed concern" for Yukimura, it didn't take long for him to feel sleepy.
He wanted to struggle to wake up or do some homework like his companions behind him.
But it didn't take long for him to lean against the car window and sleep.
Yukimura went to the back to discuss the schedule with Kazuyanagi.
When he came back, he found Prince Ren leaning his head against the window bit by bit.
The car was a little bumpy.
His head hit the window bit by bit, leaving a few long strands of hair at the back of his neck.
Yukimura couldn't help but smile.
The car from the guesthouse sent them all the way to the door of the guesthouse. The boss was waiting outside the door. He smiled and patted Liu on the shoulder, then led them inside. "Oh, summer happens to be the off-season. There are plenty of rooms."
The enthusiastic boss took them to the room and removed two pieces of cardboard at their request. He put together a large room and gathered eight sets of tatami mats and bedding. The lady boss even brought over a fruit platter.
Marui said, "… Renji, what are you …?"
Liu knew what Marui was thinking even with his eyes closed.
He said, "I've paid for it. It's a group purchase price."
"20% off?"
"30% off." Liu stretched out a finger. "There's also a discount for friends and family.
There aren't many guests during this period of time. It's just right for our training. "
After packing up their things and having lunch with the boss, Xing Cun dragged Liu and the others to the venue that they had booked for a walk.
The guesthouse was next to the mountain. There were several hot spring pools for two people or one person. They were considered "high-priced" pools. Therefore, there was a road next to the guesthouse that went up the mountain. It wasn't paved with stone bricks, but the soil had been stepped into the shape of steps.
It took more than an hour to walk up the mountain. If it was a trot, it would take more than 20 minutes. There were a few places that needed to be climbed on the way, so artificial guardrails were installed to prevent falling.
At the top of the mountain, there was a small flat ground with a monument. It was said to commemorate the reform martyrs of the Meiji period.
"This place can be used for the most basic swinging practice. It can also be used for practice matches," Yukimura said. "It's just that the ground is uneven. It's not easy to control the direction of the rebound of the tennis ball."
"There's also a tennis court in town," Liu said. "If it's a practice match, it's better there.
In the short term, playing tennis on this kind of land will cause cognitive disorders for a certain period of time. "
"But this can quickly improve the ability to read the game and control the court."
Liu was silent for a few seconds and didn't refute this statement. "But Yukimura, this requires a systematic understanding of the rotation and rebound of the tennis ball.
We have a lot of training programs. If we add this one, it's easy to make people flustered. "
"Okay, you're right." Yukimura nodded. "Then it's counted as an optional program.
You and I can give it a try.
Sanada … "
"Hyun Ichiro can't do it yet," Liu reminded him.
"He's now perfecting the 'Fuurinkazan' and needs a more stable environment."
"Then the others can't do it either?"
"If Mōri -senpai comes, he should be able to." Liu concluded. "But now, the others can't.
Next year, when there's a long-term improvement in strength and control, we can do this program again.
And speaking of which, you can do it, but I might still … "
"Renji."
Yukimura's eyebrows showed a bit of sadness. "If you're saying this, are you expecting me to play the practice match alone?"
Liu coughed lightly and pointed to the monument standing in the middle of the court. "You can play there."
"… It's against the law to destroy cultural relics." Yukimura thought about how all his members were so troublesome.
The group walked around the top of the mountain and talked about what kind of training they were going to do for the next week. Then they went down the mountain along another Yitiao road.
After going down the mountain, they went in the direction of the town.
It took them more than three hours to climb the mountain. At this time, it was past the training time, so they decided to walk to the town and have dinner there.
They passed by a temple on the way.
"Will there be any incense in such a remote place?"
Jiyuan, who had followed them all the way up and down the mountain, was still confused by the twists and turns of the road. When he finally encountered a straight road, he regained his vitality.
He looked at the neither too big nor too small temple on the side of the road. It was clean, tidy, and well-decorated.
"This place is suitable for meditation," Marui replied casually.
Jiyuan looked at him suspiciously. "I clearly remember that monks are all crouching tigers and hidden dragons with different skills-"
Marui glanced at Sanada's suddenly darkened face and tried to save Jiyuan. "Wait, wait, wait, where did you see or hear about it?"
However, the naive and immature person didn't appreciate it at all. Instead, he said loudly, "In the game!
The monks in the game are all long-range mages. "
Long-range mages?
"Shouldn't monks be melee attackers …" Prince Ren doubted the game he played.
Sanada gathered his strength and felt that he couldn't hold it in anymore. He must roar!
He took a deep breath, gathered his strength, and opened his mouth. "Ta-"
Creak.
The sound of the door being pushed open interrupted him.
The sound was very soft, but it rang in everyone's ears and made their hearts tremble.
A monk in his sixties wearing a clean cassock with silver edges walked out. "Amitabha."
"M-master."
Jiyuan instantly blushed like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. It was like saying bad things behind someone's back and being heard. It was a public execution.
He turned his head and looked at Prince Ren, who had also said bad things.
The silver-haired man didn't do anything wrong at all. His expression was even frank.
Jiyuan was furious. How did he do it?
The monk smiled slightly.
He didn't express his opinion. Instead, he invited the teenagers to come in and have a look. "It's fate that we meet. Why don't you come in and have a cup of tea?"
"Master, we still have …" Yukimura was a little embarrassed.
The master waved his hand and said that it was fine.
He took two steps forward and faced Prince Ren. "My young friend."
Prince Ren: "Master?"
"My young friend has fate with Buddha."
Prince Ren: "…?"
"My young friend has the power to see the stars, but you don't know how to use it.
Why don't you join my Buddhist sect to cultivate? "
Prince Ren: "…???"
He was frightened and hurriedly waved his hand. "No, no, no. Master, I don't plan to become a monk."
The master, who had been indifferent, showed an "amiable" smile similar to the one in shopping advertisements. "My young friend, the power of the stars is very mysterious. It can look into the future and transcend fate.
Our temple has a unique way of cultivating this power. "
Prince Ren: "… No, thank you."
"Perhaps my young friend can go to the capital?
The Equality House in the capital used to have people who cultivated the power of the stars, "the master said." But in comparison, our temple is the best. "
As a master, is it really appropriate for you to say such a straightforward sales pitch …
Prince Ren was a little flustered. He looked around and winked at Yukimura.
Yukimura, who was watching the commotion, thought about his duty as a minister and came to Prince Ren's rescue. "Master, you see, now is not the right time. Let him go back and think about it, consider the pros and cons …"
Prince Ren stared at him. Think about what?
Am I really going to become a monk?
It's impossible even if I think about it!
After thinking about it, the master accepted this statement. "Okay."
He faced Prince Ren and showed that amiable smile again. "My young friend, if you change your mind, you must come to me."