Amethyst Fascination

It's not as easy as it sounds to get back on the field.

On the hot afternoon in August, Kanai General Hospital was quiet, only in the rehabilitation room, Yukimura was still holding on to the railing, walking back and forth over and over again.

Sweat had already wet his face and soaked his clothes, his legs were so tired that he would tremble even when he stood up, but he still gritted his teeth and took one step mechanically, another step.

There is no time, the national competition is imminent, if you don't hurry up, you really have no chance.Can't give up, the hard work of the past three years, the dream of the three consecutive championships, is like a heavy stone on his heart, which makes him often wake up in his dreams.

"Yukimura-kun, why are you still here? It's time to go back and rest." The nurse who took care of Yukimura found him in the rehabilitation room again, with a little distress on his beautiful face, and said in disapproval: "I know you want to get well soon Get up, but if you don't rest well, it will only get twice the result with half the effort!"

Smiling at the nurse, Yukimura panted and shook his head: "I'm not tired."

These days, the same words have been said too many times, but none of them have worked.So the nurse could only helplessly look at Yukimura and sighed, then remembered the child who was still sitting outside the door, and asked, "Has your cute junior come to see you?"

apprentice?

Looking back with some doubts, Yukimura immediately saw the petite figure sitting in the shadow of the scorching sun in the corridor outside the door.The brim of the white hat covered his face, and only the corners of his lips drooped slightly, as if he was very unhappy.

Turning around and walking out with difficulty, Yukimura asked softly, "Has he been here for a long time?"

"It's been a long time. I saw him sitting there when I left just now. I even said hello to him, but this kid ignored me." Looking at the little boy outside the door with some displeasure, the nurse calculated the time , continued: "It's probably more than two hours."

Slightly pursing her elegant lips, Yukimura sighed softly as he walked up to the boy and squatted down with difficulty, his purple eyes lingering quietly on his fair and delicate face.The little guy has fallen asleep, it seems that he has been waiting for a long time, and he is still in such a hot place.Slender fingers stroked the dark green hair scattered on the side of his face, and he whispered: "Echizen, wake up."

The long eyelashes trembled slightly for a moment, and the boy opened his eyes with a trace of drowsiness.Looking at the purple crystal phoenix eyes that were close at hand, he blinked: "Finished the training?"

"Well, let's go." When he wanted to get up, he realized that his legs were so weak that he didn't even have any strength. Yukimura smiled wryly. "Help me up."

"Cut! Who made you walk for so long." He muttered impatiently, pulling Yukimura's arm on his shoulder, and Ryoma staggered a few steps before standing upright.

Yukimura himself felt that the height of 175 centimeters was pressing on the boy's small body of only 151 centimeters.Standing and resting for a while, he let go of his hand against the wall, and looking at the puzzled eyes in a blink of an eye, he chuckled and said, "You should grow taller."

"Shut up!" Glaring at Yukimura fiercely, the boy bit his lip and looked at him covered in sweat, then suddenly lowered his head and muttered, "Next time, don't practice for so long." Here comes For more than three hours, I have been watching him walking back and forth like this, such boring movements, and I don't know how I persisted.

Yukimura's eyes lingered on his drooping little head for a long time, and there was a trace of emotion in Yukimura's eyes.Although the child didn't mention anything, he knew that the child was just waiting outside the door so quietly and never disturbed him.He reached out and patted the boy's head lightly, and he whispered, "Let's go."

Back in the ward, he washed off the sweat all over his body, and when Yukimura reappeared, he found that the little boy had curled up on the bed and fell asleep.There was a slight smile on the side of his lips, and he stretched out his hand to pull the petite body covered by the thin blanket. Yukimura sat next to the boy, flipping through the textbook and doing fist clenching exercises.

This practice has been going on for a long time.The national competition is just around the corner, so you can't relax every moment.At least, this exercise is also fruitful, at least I can hold the racket and do light swing exercises.

Thank you very much, Echizen.If it weren't for what you said, maybe I would have given up.His eyes lingered on the boy's sleeping face, and the amethyst-like eyes gradually regained the old smile.

As if there was a tacit understanding, under Yukimura's gaze, the boy who should have been sleeping soundly woke up.Slowly sat up, rubbed his eyes and looked at Yukimura, his voice was hoarse when he woke up: "Senior Yukimura?"

"Are you awake?" With a slight smile, Yukimura got up and walked to the locker, took out a can of purple Fanta and handed it to the sleepy boy.

I took my favorite drink, but didn't open it right away.The boy slid out of bed, took out a small thermos from his backpack, and muttered a little embarrassedly: "Mom said to bring this to you to drink."

Slightly stunned, watching the young man open the thermos and pour out a bowl of snow fungus soup, his purple eyes rippling with unconcealable emotion.

After the operation, the child came to visit him every one or two days, and each time he brought this or that food.Sometimes, even if the child doesn't come, his mother or cousin will show up.

They never asked why they hadn't seen his family, but they themselves brought up the situation at home.He still remembered that when he said this, the beautiful mother had tears in her eyes, hugged him gently, and said softly: "Jingshi, if you don't mind, you can call me Mother Lunzi."

At that time, he, who hadn't tasted tears for a long time, shed tears in that warm embrace. "Mother Lunzi." At that moment, he heard his own choked up voice.

"Senior Yukimura?" Holding the bowl, staring into his slightly absent-minded purple eyes, the boy frowned and urged in a low voice, "Drink quickly."

I reached out to catch the bowl, only to realize that after a long time of fist clenching practice, my fingers were so sore that I didn't even have the strength to hold the bowl, and it was about to slip from my hand.Fortunately, the teenager with excellent motor nerves quickly caught it.Looking apologetically at the boy who frowned slightly, Yukimura smiled wryly: "It seems that I have practiced a bit too much."

"Cut! It's really troublesome." With a low reprimand, the boy climbed onto the bed and knelt in front of Yukimura, brought the bowl to his lips, and said in a rough voice, "Drink."

With his fingers lightly covering his small white hands, Yukimura swallowed the lukewarm fungus soup, feeling the faint sweetness slide down his throat and flow into his heart. "Lunzi's mother's craftsmanship is really good. Thank her for me later."

He snorted softly as a promise, watched Yukimura finish his drink, the boy grabbed Fanta and took a sip, then asked, "What did the doctor say?"

"Say he's recovering well, and he'll be discharged from the hospital in a while." A faint smile rose on his lips, seeing the cute look of the boy kneeling in front of him slightly raising his eyebrows, Yukimura couldn't help pinching his smooth face .

As if seeing Yukimura's intentions, Ryoma waved away the stretched out claws. Ryoma stared at the purple eyes showing dissatisfaction, and hummed: "Mom asked if you would like to come to my house for a while, and she will help you Take care of your body."

"Wouldn't it be too disturbing?" There was a hint of longing in the eyes, and after receiving the affirmation from the young man, they curved like crescent moons. "Then next time, how about you bring grilled fish over?"

The corners of his eyes twitched, and he looked at Yukimura's smiling eyes in surprise, "You also like grilled fish?"

"I like it the most." Folding his arms around his chest, looking at the boy with a smile, Yukimura sighed softly, "I've been in the hospital for so long, I've long wanted to eat it."

"Understood, but I may not be able to see you recently." Frowning, looking at Yukimura's slightly frowned eyes, the boy whispered: "Coach Ryuzaki said that we are going to Germany to see the minister."

Tezuka?

Deliberately ignoring the little bit of displeasure in his heart, Yukimura smiled and raised his hand to rub his dark green hair, "Then bring it to me when you come back."