Yukimura's shadow

"Yukimura, you haven't been discharged from the hospital recently, have you?" When saying goodbye, Sanada suddenly turned around and asked this question again.He insisted on wearing a hat even indoors, perhaps because of the two years of training, his skin was getting closer to the color of wheat.His eyes looked extraordinarily sharp.

"Hmm. What's wrong?"

Patients cannot leave the hospital without a discharge permit.

"That's good." Sanada nodded, and said solemnly with a sigh of relief, "I heard from my father that this area is not very stable recently. There have been many cases of disappearances one after another this month. If you go out, you should be careful." a little."

Sanada's grandfather was a cadre of the Kanagawa Metropolitan Police Headquarters at the beginning, and many of the disciples who have been under his school over the years have become high-ranking officials.Even his father, a civil servant himself, could easily learn about such things.

Although in Masami's eyes, Sanada's expression was so serious from the beginning to the end, Yukimura still saw the unusualness of this matter from his expression, Yukimura's heart sank, and he nodded immediately.

"I see, I'll pay attention." Although Yukimura didn't think he would have a chance to leave the hospital, he had better be careful anyway.

"Ah, this matter, when you were in the reading area this morning, I seemed to have seen similar headlines in the newspaper column." Yami suddenly realized when she heard this, but at that time the newspaper was sandwiched there to block most of it, so she didn't pay special attention .Now when Sanada mentioned it, the memory suddenly became clear.

Liu frowned. He often pays attention to hot spots, and he has heard about this. When he listened to the morning news in the morning, he heard a report saying that someone reported another crime yesterday.

It is irresponsible to say that people are missing every day in the world, and Tokyo is a city with a very high crime rate. The occasional disappearance of one or two people is actually not enough to make the police so vigilant.So the incident has continued for several months until now, and people finally wake up slowly.

But other than being able to speculate that these events might be connected, nothing else has progressed.

Whether it is the family and friends of the missing person, or the place where the crime may have occurred, no clues can be found at all, which made people panic for a while.

"But... the missing ones seem to be all girls, right?" Liu Lian Er asked affirmatively after pondering, but he came to his senses the second he said the words.The always shrewd military strategist couldn't help tilting his head and coughing lightly, and his dark brown hair swayed along with it, covering his embarrassing expression.

Yukimura smiled slightly, and even Masami standing behind him felt the cold air released from him.

Masami pursed her lips to suppress her smile, and couldn't help but leaned forward. Yukimura glanced at her, and she couldn't hold back her laughter.

Although Yukimura wore loose and loose clothes for the convenience of his movements, he kept his back straight all the time, and his demeanor carried a sense of neither humble nor overbearing, which made him look even more upright.Yami stared at him again without paying attention.

As it is said in the Book of Songs, there are bandits and gentlemen who are as sharp as grinding.

But... Yukimura Seiichi... If you only look at the face, you really look like a girl from any angle...

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When I was first admitted to the hospital, I always felt that there was nothing to do every day, and the days passed extremely slowly.

But once you get used to it, it seems that when you look up, the scene outside the window fast-forwards from autumn to winter.

Day after day, I shuttled to each floor for inspection, made a cup of tea and took a book every day, and then soaked up the sunshine in front of the window. I was used to the sudden appearance and occasional disappearance of Nagasawa Masami, and I would chat with her when I was free. As usual, sometimes he couldn't help wondering if he was closer to her, would she feel the same, things like that.

But still couldn't go any further.

Later, representatives from the club also came here, almost once a week.Sometimes they collided with family members, which made the ward a bit crowded, and in the end Yukimura asked them to concentrate on their own things, dumbfounded.

"As long as you train hard, I will definitely come back and lead everyone to win three consecutive victories!" He supported the crutches and sent the members to the hospital gate. Although his face was pale, his words were powerful.

In the blink of an eye, it was December, and the red plum blossoms were in full bloom outside the window. He moved all the plants in, bought a few stools from the nurse sister, and put them in the corner of the room. All the flowers and plants were placed on them, like an indoor flower garden.

He closed the poetry anthology in his hand, put it in the bookshelf, removed the seat on the blanket, crossed his legs, and then slowly closed his eyes.

The light was cut off, and the world began to become dark. He took a deep breath, and slowly squatted down. His right hand was spread out by his side, and then he held it in the air and swung it violently.

Although he didn't have a racket or tennis ball in his hands, the feeling was real.He seems to be in an invisible court, he can feel the vibration of the racket when it comes into contact with the tennis ball, he can feel where the ball lands on the racket, and he even tries to guess in which posture the opponent wants to catch the ball. , where the returned ball will appear.

This is the simulation training method that he slowly began to explore.

At the same time, it is also an effort for the research and development of YIPS. It is only the first step of his training to cut off the visual and tactile senses.

Due to his over-concentration, Yukimura often enters a state of selflessness, which then causes training to be forcibly interrupted due to lack of physical strength.This matter was bumped into by the nurse several times, and he was taught a few times very rudely, but he often just smiled and continued next time.

Gradually, there was a buzzing sound in his head, and the movements of his hands slowed down. Yukimura also tried to slow down his breathing.He knew that his physical strength was about to reach its limit again, and the loss of strength these days was enough for him to figure out the rules.Although he will always ignore the warnings of his body and want to hold on.

One shot, one more shot, maybe this goal is the key to the game?

The imaginary ball smashed straight towards the door with a strange trajectory, and Yukimura's spiritual thoughts flew, and several counterattack plans and possible counterattack plans came to his mind, but he just went to He took a step back, stretched his waist, retracted his elbows—his feet softened.

As if the chorus had suddenly ended, with a wave of the conductor's hand, all his imagination was stripped away, and he returned to the familiar small ward.

Falling like this will definitely hurt... He thought with some resignation—but his head didn't feel the feeling of being hit on the ground as he imagined, but instead seemed to be supported by something.

He opened his eyes blankly, and happened to meet a pair of light blue eyes.The girl knelt on the blanket, dragging his head between her knees with both hands, the look in her eyes was extremely gentle, her black hair slid down her shoulders as she lowered her head, and the end of the hair poked his cheek, feeling itchy of.

He just felt soft under his head, as if there was a steady stream of heat coming from her palm, and there was a vague fragrance at the tip of his nose, not the perfume that other girls like to use, but more like sandalwood Kind of fragrant taste.

Wait... I'm lying on Nagasawa Masami... Am I still dreaming?

Yukimura frowned, closed his eyes and opened them again, meeting Kami Masami's puzzled expression.Then he sat up quickly, his purple broken hair perfectly covering the tips of his ears that had begun to heat up.

"Good morning." Yami tilted her head and smiled slightly, and put her hands back on her lap.The girl was still wearing that white dress, and the winter sun made her even fairer.

"...Good morning." Yukimura nodded, then his eyes widened slightly, and he sat upright, "You..."

He only spit out this one word, and then slowly stretched out his hand towards Masami.Masami subconsciously turned her head to avoid his fingertips. Just as she was about to reach out, her whole body flickered twice, just like the flickering of unstable picture quality in movie animation, and then turned into a spot of light, and finally appeared again. In the shadow beside Yukimura.

The distance was very close, and Yukimura once again felt the sensation of skin-to-skin contact.

"..." The boy's Adam's apple slipped secretly, and he watched Yami move a little away with a little disappointment in his heart.

"It seems... something has changed again." Yukimura smiled slightly, "Congratulations."

I didn't notice it before, but now that I think about it, almost every time I see Yami again, there are some subtle changes in her body... If this continues, maybe when the five senses can be restored.And now it seems that she can also leave the shadow for a few seconds. Compared with the initial situation, it is more than a star and a half better.

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"Has that Harada-san come here again today?" Yami noticed that there was a fresh lemon on the bedside, usually Yukimura himself would not have it, it must be the Harada she hadn't seen yet Sent by Mr.

"Well. I haven't seen him for a long time."

It has been a long time since he took care of plants on the windowsill. When Nobuo Harada visited in the morning, Yukimura realized that he hadn't seen him for a while in the past month.

"The treatment effect was good some time ago. I got two days off and went back to my hometown." Nobuo said at the time.He seems to be in good condition, not as gloomy as before, maybe something good happened during the two days of vacation.

"Speaking of which, I haven't seen him yet." Yami said with some disappointment.

She disappeared for a day or two every time, and it happened that Yukimura and Harada Nobuo met during that time, so Masami has not seen the legendary patient until now.

"Then when I have time, I will take you to visit - don't you always want to make other friends, maybe he can see you too." Yukimura twitched the corners of his mouth, always feeling a little reluctant.

Yami's eyes widened in surprise, "You, you, how do you know?"

"Secret." Yukimura raised the corners of his lips and smiled slyly.

Every time someone came, Nagasawa Masami would quietly act as if she didn't exist, but Yukimura noticed the flash in her eyes, the desire to communicate with others.

That's not to say that she has any dissatisfaction with Yukimura Seiichi, a communicable partner, but her desire to return to the real society...

Yami sat up straight excitedly, her eyes sparkled like little stars.She looked at Yukimura, bit her lip as if she had made up her mind, then leaned over and hugged him tightly.

Yukimura was taken aback for a moment, and then he hugged her stiffly after realizing it.

"Thank you, Yukimura-kun. Really."

The author has something to say: Very good, I kept shivering when I slept last night... I woke up directly, woke up and fell asleep, fell asleep and woke up shivering, like a sheep epilepsy...

Woke up in the morning with tonsils swollen and bleeding...

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

The thing about driving... well, I promise it's not a baby carriage, but because I didn't write such a thing... I'm afraid that the scale is too big and you will be "噫~", after all, the prostitute is just an adult and shy (you go

When the time comes, will it be a network disk or a mailbox or something else, melancholy (cheep)

This chapter fast-forwards the timeline a bit, because... I found that many plots should have happened in the summer... Me, me, me... Even the timeline of the original work has to be changed... Hey, big head.

Speaking of it... this article is estimated to be finished in about forty or fifty chapters (scratching head)

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