Yukimura's shadow

Nothing strange happened in the hospital after that night.After two or three days of peace, everyone gradually forgot, and even Mori Kogoro wondered if he really had a dream.

"Are you going out today?" Masami was a little puzzled when she saw Yukimura changing clothes and looking ready to go out.

"No. I'm just going to meet an old friend." Yukimura put on his coat as he said, frowning when he saw Masami's attire, he turned around and searched for clothes in the box, "Do you want to wear more? It might be a little cold outside. "

Yamei followed his gaze and lowered her head, her smooth calf exposed under her long coat was particularly obvious, not to mention she was still barefoot, which made people feel cold.

She took two steps back uncomfortably.

"No, no. I don't feel much on my feet, otherwise how could I bear to walk barefoot in the past few months." Yamei didn't say that she has been used to it since she was a child. When she was young, she ran barefoot all over the mountain. Although you don’t need to go barefoot when you’re older, walking on mountain roads wearing hard wooden clogs is another kind of torture.

"Hey, listen to me."

"...No need."

"..."

Seeing her insistence, Yukimura regretfully put back the trousers he had turned out in his hand, already thinking about what he could buy with his private money for the next holiday.It might be hard to sneak in some feminine items, but buy her something that belongs to her anyway.

"At least wear some socks." This was his last insistence.

He was carrying a pair of red and white woolen socks, which looked pretty good.The hang tag on it hasn't been torn off yet, so it looks brand new.Most of his usual clothes are in plain colors, but occasionally there are some beautiful color combinations.

"Ok…"

Masami took the woolen socks and walked to the bed. While unpacking, she couldn't help but wonder if Yukimura didn't wear them all the time because he disliked the color for being too feminine.

Yukimura didn't know what she was thinking. After seeing her start to wear socks, he walked to the window and picked up the watering can contentedly.

This pair of socks can be regarded as a gift.

He bought this when he was on vacation last time. He didn't dare to buy women's clothing for fear of being discovered by others—not to mention he didn't have that much pocket money.

That day, he and Sanada were picking out New Year's gifts for the members. He originally planned to buy a book or two for Masami, but when he passed the store, his mind was full of Masami's little feet dangling non-stop.

The spring is warm and the breeze is blowing.The air was mixed with the fragrance of flowers coming from the window. He was sitting cross-legged on the bedside reading a book, the mottled light and shadow were constantly shaking on the pages of the book. When he looked up, he saw the girl sitting on the window sill with a pair of jade feet swinging slightly and laughing at him. .

——However, this was just a dream. At that time, he hadn't seen anyone for more than half a month, and he didn't expect that he had to wait any longer.

"This style Nioh will probably like it, so get a few more pairs." He paid the bill without changing his face, and changed hands with two pairs and changed his bag.

Maybe she bought a gift and came back.

Anyway, Sanada would not ask Nioh how many pairs he received.

...

"Ah Choo, Ah Choo—"

"What's wrong with you? Could it be a cold?" Masami just put on a sock when Yukimura sneezed several times.

Recalling the nurse's instructions two days ago in her mind, her small radar instantly turned on a red light, and she ran over anxiously, regardless of whether she hadn't put it on yet.

Influenza is prone to flu in spring, and Yukimura is still in the observation period, and Masami will be nervous whenever there is a sign of trouble.

"Is it because the air conditioner was turned on too much last night and the temperature difference can't stand it? Or, could it be staying up late?"

"... If I knew it earlier, I wouldn't be awkward with you... From now on, I will sleep with you honestly, let's not turn on the air conditioner so high..." Yukimura originally wanted to stop her delusions of being persecuted, but when she heard her second half Shut up immediately.

His heart was bright, which couldn't be better.

"Dizzy or dizzy? Is it hot? Do you want me to ring the bell?" Yukimura didn't speak, his already fair skin made him look a little sicker, Masami became more and more worried, she really wanted to ring the bell after saying this impulse.

"Pfft, come back. What's the ring, just a sneeze."

Yukimura grabbed her and was dumbfounded by her nervous look.Hastily put down the watering can, "It's just that I just opened the window and choked my nose. It's probably pollen."

"If it's like you said, everyone presses it every day, how busy the nurse is, silly girl."

"Come on, I'm worried about you."

Yami was worried, and leaned forward to touch his forehead. Yukimura smiled knowingly, bent down obediently and put his forehead on the back of her raised hand, and the purple broken hair poked randomly on the girl's white hand, a little itchy.

"How is it? You don't have a fever?" Yukimura asked.

He stared at Yami, who was close at hand, with a smile almost overflowing from his eyes.

Yami was concentrating on caring about his body at first, and only noticed his emotions after feeling normal. After staring at each other for a few seconds, she was embarrassed, blushing, and solemnly withdrew her hands and pushed him away.

"It's good if you don't have a fever." Yami muttered and sat back and started to put on another one.

The smile on Yukimura's face grew even wider.

...

"Let's go."

After finishing everything, Yukimura stretched out his hand towards Masami.

Yami originally planned to step forward to hold it, but stopped when it touched his fingertips.

"I might...can't go anymore." She tilted her head, her expression was a little strange, and she felt an inexplicable feeling in her heart, but she always felt that something was calling her, and gradually there was still a pulling force , which is somewhat similar to what she felt when she went to hell before.

Is it a ghost lamp?Since what happened last time, she hasn't heard any movement over there.

How should I tell Yukimura then?She has only told Yukimura about the space-time rift so far, but she has subconsciously said nothing about hell.

She opened her mouth, momentarily at a loss for words.

Fortunately, Yukimura himself found a way for her to step down.

"Are you going to disappear again?" Yukimura's tone was a little low, the light gradually disappeared from his eyes, he lowered his eyelids, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he returned to his usual gentle but indifferent appearance.

"...Sorry." Yami almost flicked her tongue when she saw his lost look, but she held back her words anyway.

While speaking, her figure became more and more blurred.Yukimura shook his head and withdrew his hand.

"come back earlier."

----

Yami almost ran out of the tunnel as if to escape.The tunnel opened above a pond, and she almost accidentally fell, but luckily she hugged the wooden stick handed out by the ghost lamp with sharp eyes, which prevented the tragedy from happening.

"Hmph, stupid Muggle." The man in the robe who was leaning lazily on the pillar taunted with an open leg.

"Shut up Riddle." Ghost Lantern gave him a hard look.After finishing speaking, he turned his head to Yamei, who was still hanging in the air, and lifted her into the corridor with the wooden stick effortlessly, staring into her eyes with a cold and terrifying expression.

"You almost stepped on my snapdragon!"

"Yes...I'm sorry..." Yami shrank her neck subconsciously, and she could probably guess from the expression of Ghost Lantern that this person was probably regretting why it wasn't a mace that was handed out to pick her up just now.

After standing still in a hurry, she realized that the so-called "pond" was actually a garden, and there were...

Masami raised her head vigorously, barely seeing an unbelievable flower blooming on the unbelievably tall green stem, for example, it looks like a goldfish or something... for example, it's moving or something...

"This batch of snapdragons has only grown to a little over two meters, and they are still young." Probably pleased by her expression, Ghost Lamp's resentment subsided a lot, and there was a hint of showing off in his tone.

Yami stretched her head to look, and sure enough there was a long growth under the railing.

Suddenly a basin of cold water poured down on the head, making people hard to guard against.Yami raised her head in a daze, and the snapdragons in the area shook wildly, smiling prettily.

"Idiot, this can be spit up." Tom smiled curtly, "I'll set it all on fire."

Yes, while Masami was still looking at the bottom of the garden, a snapdragon spit out her mouthful of water.

He licked the corners of his lips, his eyes gleaming eagerly.Ghost Lamp snorted coldly and stared at the magic wand hidden in his sleeve robe, showing a strange smile.

"You can try."

...

"So... What I encountered last time was really a space-time rift?" Yami frowned slightly, thinking about it now still has lingering fears.

"Well... because the process of mending the sky is slow, there is a certain chance that you will fall into it when you travel through time and space-but the probability is not high, and you are still a person involved in the world." Mentioning the official ghost lamp immediately changed its attitude, Very serious.

"If you want me to say, it would be the best to stay as a research object for me. It is your honor to serve the great Voldemort!"

However, in less than three seconds, Tom was picked up by the ghost lamp.

"This guy is the person in charge of the Mending Sky Project. Although he has an extremely bad personality, he can barely see his abilities—heh, although he doesn't do anything other than quarrel."

"Avada—"

"Shut up, Riddle!"

"..." When can we get to the point?To be honest, Masami didn't really want to see these two quarrel.

----

Masami Nagasawa left, but Seiichi Yukimura still had to set off to meet his so-called friend.

According to the information provided by Liu Lian'er, he successfully intercepted the person at the door of the surgery room.

In fact, it is not considered old friends. The two have not met a few times, and every time they meet, they fight each other, so it is more appropriate to say they are old enemies.

"Long time no see." Yukimura said with a smile.

It's been a long time indeed. After the JR competition, the two didn't have many matches, but Li Haida and Qingxue played various games, but unfortunately the other party could not become an official team member at that time.

The brown-haired boy stopped in his tracks when he heard the sound, a bewildered expression flashed across his eyes behind the gold-rimmed glasses.

He turned around, exposed the arms hanging on his chest generously, pushed his glasses with the other hand and politely returned the salute.

"Long time no see, Minister Yukimura."

The author has something to say: this is the beginning of February, and the timeline will enter March as soon as possible. Wangwang started the plot in April. After writing the side story for so long, I still have to go back to the right track.

What happened in the branch line is something that Yukimura will experience directly and indirectly, and it also paves the way for the formation of YIPS

☆、Yips

On the promenade outside the surgery room, two handsome teenagers were walking slowly. Many people came and went beside them, and some people couldn't help but cast their gazes.

The two of them were not much in stature, so they walked side by side.Yukimura, who was familiar with the place, was a little ahead, as if he was taking him sightseeing.One had a weak face, and the other had his left hand tied to his chest by a bandage. There was nothing wrong with walking together.

"Is your left hand okay?"

"I can still fight."

"Heh... It's really a Tezuka-style answer..." Yukimura changed the subject, "Would you like to try a fight?"

"?"

Tezuka looked at the racket in his right hand, and at the guy on the opposite side who didn't feel uncomfortable at all, and quickly calculated in his mind.

He didn't know how Yukimura knew about his hand injury, but since he was able to block himself in the surgery room, he must have learned something.Tezuka is not a person who likes to get to the bottom of it. He won't publicize his injuries, but he doesn't bother to hide them when they are discovered.

If you know it, you will know it.

But if he didn't know that Yukimura's body was worse than his, he would definitely think that such a "standard" game was deliberately accommodating him.

He originally thought that Yukimura was planning to drag him to the tennis club or tennis park in Tokyo, but he didn't expect that Yukimura told him that he couldn't leave the hospital without a doctor's permission, and he didn't expect that he could really find an open area in the hospital, and then Get yourself a pair of kids racquets.

One side is red and the other side is yellow. The small plastic racket is pitifully small in his hand. Although the handle is solid, it is still ridiculously light.Racquet strings are not professional either, they are just ordinary plastic strings, both in terms of elasticity and compression resistance are quite poor.

He has never used such a racket since he was seven years old.

But the tennis ball is okay, although it is much smaller, the material has not changed.

"You actually know how to use something like this." Tezuka opened his palm and looked at the ball in his palm, a smile flashed in his brown-black eyes, and it would be impossible for Yukimura to notice his sharp senses. Instant change.

"I can't help it. Some people keep telling each other all day long, so they can only settle for the next best thing." Yukimura said so, with a helpless smile on his face.

Tezuka nodded, thinking in his heart that it should be a doctor's order, after all, his doctor always reminded him to pay attention to using his left hand - although he has been selectively ignoring the doctor's order.But Tezuka probably never thought that there was an invisible guy beside Yukimura, and that was the real trouble.

The light turned and the clouds moved, it was around ten o'clock in the morning, the sun gradually revealed its momentum, and most of the people who had come to the roof to take a breath had left.On the empty rooftop, two teenagers stood facing each other, the breeze gently lifted the corners of their clothes, and an unknown atmosphere spread.

There is no division of space, not even a wire to act as a net, but Yukimura knows that Tezuka must be the same as him, and has all the facilities in his heart.

Tezuka didn't say much anymore, after a few trials, he looked up at Yukimura, who also nodded to him.Tezuka no longer hesitated, and threw the ball high——

What was it like at the first match?

At that time, he had just won the championship of the JR competition, and was stopped outside the venue by a kid who suddenly appeared while speaking frivolous words.

"Tennis is really boring. I just learned such a short time to win the championship."

"Sorry." The boy's expression darkened.

"Heh... I'm just telling the truth."

At that time, he didn't know that he would become so passionate about this sport, but he just felt that things that were too easy to get made life lose a bit of fun.

"Competition, if you lose, you will apologize." Little Tezuka couldn't restrain himself and pointed at him unreasonably with his racket.Xiao Yukimura pushed away the racket near the tip of his nose with a smile on his face, his eyes turned cold, and the corners of his mouth curled up playfully.

"Then you have to defeat Genichiro first." The purple-haired boy on the opposite side looked as pretty as a girl, and even smiled so softly, although while smiling, his tone of voice was harsh and frivolous that couldn't be concealed.

The tennis ball crossed the line in his heart, and Seiichi Yukimura set off without hesitation, moved forward, and raised his hand.

"Snapped".

"A draw." Xiao Sanada, who was acting as the referee, announced the result with some sadness, but at the same time he let out a sigh of relief.Since he and Yukimura met at the tennis club, this guy looks like a good boy on the surface, but in fact he has always been arrogant in the name of "genius", and now someone can finally punish him.

"...Next time, you will definitely lose to me." Xiao Yukimura pursed his lips tightly, his eyes sparkling.Little children don't know that at that moment, something is quietly changing.

"Heh, I'll give you the exact words."

right.

Tezuka leaned forward, pushed his right hand forward in an arc, and barely moved his feet.Usually his own Tezuka domain would do the same, but he knew it wasn't the domain's power - Yukimura was feeding him the ball.

Tezuka Kunimitsu's dominant left hand is still hanging on his chest, not to mention the level of his right hand, this hanging hand situation also has a certain impact on the balance of sports.

What's the meaning?Is this to take care of him or to provoke him?

The thought was only in the blink of an eye, and Tezuka's heart sank. The moment the racket touched the ball, his wrist moved slightly, and the tennis ball flew out according to another ball path.

Yukimura originally had a plan when Tezuka reached out to catch the ball, but Tezuka's temporary change of mind was also expected by him. He hurriedly changed his footsteps and successfully intercepted the ball.

Neither Yukimura nor Tezuka like to talk too much in the arena, the two played back and forth for a long time, but they still saw each other quietly.

But slowly, Tezuka noticed something was wrong.

First of all, the strength of the ball is getting stronger and stronger, and Tezuka has to spend more effort to hit back. As a result, the power of the ball is getting stronger and faster, and the speed of the ball is getting faster——

Where's my racket...

Feeling as if there was nothing in his hand, he subconsciously wanted to look at it, but as if he had made an appointment, his vision fell into darkness the moment he lowered his head.

"Snapped"

"one cent."

Yukimura's gentle voice seemed to unravel the spell of confinement. Tezuka stood on the spot, his vision slowly regaining clarity. He looked down and saw that the racket was still firmly held in his hand.

He suddenly remembered the uncertain news that Gan Sadaharu inadvertently recited to him before - Yukimura Seichi of Rikai University was developing his own spiritual tactics.

"Are you practicing with me?" he asked aloud, throwing the ball to Yukimura, and this was Yukimura's serve.

"It's just that I haven't played for a long time." Yukimura shook his head, adjusted his posture, and threw the ball up.

People inside the tennis department knew that he was developing Yips early on, but no one knew how far he had gone.

Tezuka made up his mind to be on guard this time, and would rather let the ball stay on the racket for a while, use his wrist to cut off the strength, and then counterattack the ball hard.

One ball, two balls... that strange feeling came again!He obviously didn't accelerate the ball!

Fortunately, although he had no sense of touch this time, he kept reminding himself that the racket was still in his hand.There is no sound of the racket falling, only the sound of the ball rubbing against the air at high speed.

Tezuka took a deep breath, Muji stood on both feet and refused to move any more. Seeing the ball being sucked into the field and then bounced back easily, it came down and stuck to each other a few times, but Yukimura was not nervous at all.

hearing.

He hit the ball back silently in his heart, and sure enough Tezuka hesitated a little, the ball bounced back, and Yukimura rushed forward without hesitation for a smash——

was intercepted.

"Ippei." Tezuka glanced at the tennis ball on the bottom line of the field, and an arc was reflected on the lens.

"What's going on?" Yukimura asked, frowning as if he had never heard of it.

"It's very simple, the heat is not enough, and the hearing interference is not enough." Tezuka explained lightly.

"Oh?"

Seeing that he didn't seem to continue beating, Tezuka walked over directly holding the beat.

"The darkness didn't last long," he explained, "tell me what's going on."

"The principle is actually very simple, speed, strength... When everything exceeds the standard, human beings probably don't realize anything. For example, there are always rumors that something can be done beyond the speed of light."

"Sounds good."

"Then how do you do it? At the beginning of the second scene."

"Perhaps you can look it up by its name."

"Yips."

☆, come again?

YIPS syndrome, a movement disorder, first appeared in golfers and later became common in various competitive sports.

The main symptoms are involuntary spasms, twitches of the wrist joints - which can lead to many irreparable mistakes and can be said to be one of the most feared symptoms of athletes.

The disease is divided into two kinds of neurological and psychological.

The moves developed by Yukimura are similar to "Psychological YIPS".

In Yukimura's vision, his "YIPS" was initially only used as an obstacle to interfere with the opponent's perception of tennis, so that he could not fight back.But in his subconscious mind, there is still a higher level that he wants to achieve—to guide his opponents to create illusions and form a cage.

The image is born from the heart. When people's senses are blinded, people's imagination can have power beyond imagination.And most people will have incalculable fear because of this imagination, and thus destroy in their own hands.True is false, false is true, being scared to death by oneself is not just a joke.

Maybe in the future we will see a certain player suddenly fall asleep on the field.

Yukimura thought viciously.

But...it's just the beginning.

"Ahem..." A cough interrupted Yukimura's thoughts.He covered his mouth and coughed a few times, his brows were tightly wrinkled, and his face was not very good.

"Not feeling well?" Tezuka asked with a frown.

Yukimura shook his head, "The air is just too dry."

"..." Tezuka stared at him for a few more seconds, then looked away as if nothing had happened.

The sun slowly poked its head out from behind the clouds, and the radiance poured down slowly. The light diffused in the sky was dazzling and gorgeous.Yukimura narrowed his eyes slightly to adjust to the light.

"Tell me how you cracked it."

"...You didn't succeed in paralyzing my sense of hearing, and after I figured out the way to break it, the side effects of the previous two items gradually subsided."

It was rare for Tezuka to say such a long string of words. He frowned and thought about it for a while, and still felt that some words did not convey the meaning, but fortunately, Yukimura understood.

"I'm very satisfied to be able to do this." Yukimura smiled back, but unconsciously began to think about what should be done to improve.

He only recently figured out how to affect hearing, and it's not stable.The overall effect is not very satisfactory, but Yukimura also knows that with his current physical condition, his mental strength is seriously insufficient.What's more, Tezuka is a very strong opponent.

Tezuka was a little surprised that he would say such contented words.

"It's getting late, I have to go back." He glanced at his watch and pushed his glasses.

"I'll see you off." Yukimura also stood up.

"If I have time, I hope to play with you on a real tennis court." Tezuka stared at the pair of children's tennis rackets on the chair and suddenly said, Yukimura even saw a flash of disgust in his eyes .

Yukimura couldn't help but chuckle, "Okay. If our doctors allow it."

Tezuka Kunimitsu paused as he put on his coat.

"I'll be waiting for you at the national competition." He put on one sleeve, gathered up the clothes on the left hand that he couldn't put on, and turned around to stare at Yukimura after saying this, with a special expression on his face serious.

On the other hand, Yukimura's coat was casually draped over his shoulders, and the hem was fluttering with the spring breeze, but it was firmly stuck to his shoulders so that he could not fall off. It looked very comfortable.

"I am looking forward."

Tezuka looked at the guy who was smiling like a spring breeze, and he never thought that their relationship would change so much in just one morning.He didn't even think that what he said originally was just to encourage Yukimura to overcome the illness, but Yukimura did it, and he was the one who missed the appointment.

----

The murder turmoil that was originally thought to be over, happened again the next night after meeting Tezuka.

Yukimura was awakened by the restless sound, followed by a rapid knock on the door.

He opened the door, and it was the policeman he had seen last time.

"Have you heard any suspicious noises, or seen anything?"

"No, what happened?" Yukimura's head was still aching due to the sudden waking up, but he had to keep up his spirits.

"That strange thing happened again." The policeman replied with a frown, but at the same time he secretly observed Yukimura and his room.

Yukimura found out, but didn't stop him.Anyway, his face that looked even more sick because he didn't wake up couldn't be fake no matter how he looked at it.

The younger brother disclosed this news to him because he wanted to dig useful information from him.But it's a pity that he can't provide anything. In the past two days, he has become extremely lethargic, and he doesn't know anything when he falls asleep.

So he couldn't say anything except surprised Ying Ying.

"...Thank you, I'm sorry." The little brother was a little disappointed, and he nodded and left after observing.He wanted to help Yukimura close the door, but he pushed the door and walked out.

Yukimura looked towards the room in his memory, and sure enough, many people gathered there again.He took two steps closer, and inside the crowd were two or three policemen taking measurements, and the remaining two standing, one was a fat man in a trench coat, the police officer who came last time; the other was the famous detective Mori Kogoro .

The two stood at the door and seemed to be talking in a low voice.Yukimura was too far away to hear, but judging from the expressions of them and the people around them, Yukimura could probably understand what happened.

"Brother Maoli, you must not be dreaming again..." Police Officer Mu Mu's face was not very good, and he looked speechless.

Even if he is a good guy, he can't help being a little angry.It was one o'clock in the morning, and he was supposed to be sleeping soundly in his warm bed, but he had to call the police.As a result, when they hurried over, they realized that this was another baseless "murder case".

"Nonsense!"

"Impossible! I saw it with my own eyes!" Mori Kogoro also had a hellish expression on his face, "Trust me, brother Megure, and bet on my grandpa's name—"

"Really...do you think you are Kindaichi?"

Kindaichi, the protagonist of the famous mystery novel, his grandfather is also a detective.Every time the main show starts, I will shout a catchphrase - "bet on my grandpa's name".

Think here.Officer Mumu paused, and then became suspicious, "Brother Maori...you must have been in the hospital for so long and read too many mystery novels, right?"

"How is it possible! What a joke!"

"But there is indeed no evidence." Police officer Mumu couldn't bear to embarrass him, and his tone softened a lot.

"There must be some details, as long as you hand it over to the scientific research team, you will be able to find clues." Kogoro Mori still didn't give up.

"But you can't file a case at all, let alone let the scientific research find it." Police officer Mu Mu also had a headache.

"What about surveillance?"

"...that... the monitoring in this area was paralyzed this afternoon..." The head nurse couldn't help but stood up, her face was still tired, and she looked unhappy, as if she was not satisfied with having another oolong in the middle of the night.

Now Kogoro Mori is completely out of control.

The author has something to say: I originally coded another plot, but after careful consideration, I decided to put it later, so it is equivalent to having two thousand manuscripts...

Happy Mother's Day to moms.

☆, atonement