Not to mention playing tennis.
Yukimura's face turned pale, he was really scared, he didn't want to become like this.
"Well, I said I'd send you abroad for treatment." Karasuma Gaki got out of the car and came to Yukimura. "Are you ok?" He touched his forehead and held his hand. "Don't be afraid! I will definitely be able to cure you."
I took the elevator to the second floor, entered Yukimura's room, and closed the door. "Would you like to take a break?"
"No need! Let's get started."
Without saying anything more, Karasuma Gaki held Yukimura's hands and released a skill under their feet, "Ring of Fate." He meditated on this room in his mind.
Yukimura looked down at the blue halo under his feet and felt a sense of weightlessness. In a moment he was back on the ground. It was still the same room, but Karasuma Gaki fell down softly.
Yukimura was startled and caught his falling body. His body, which had just recovered, had no strength yet. Karasuma Gaki's height of 1.78 meters was too heavy for Yukimura now.
He failed to catch the person, but he urgently protected Karasuma Gaki's head and was dragged down to lie on the soft mat.
"Gaki? Gaki?" Yukimura put his index finger under Karasuma Gaki's nose. He was still breathing.
Is it the same as the last time I was in a coma?
Yukimura clenched his fists, and the numbness in his palms disappeared, but he had no strength left. He climbed up and tried to pick up Karasuma Gaki, but he didn't have enough strength.
Alas, he could have picked her up easily before.
Yukimura got up and went downstairs to find Karasuma Eri. Karasuma Eri didn't say anything, picked up Karasuma Gaki, put him down on the bed in the guest room, and turned to find the family doctor.
The family doctor came to check it out and concluded that he was too tired and fell asleep.
He told Karasuma Gaki to have a good rest and then went back.
Yukimura breathed a sigh of relief, realizing that he had fallen asleep.
"Master Yukimura, go back and rest." Karasuma Eri told Yukimura to go back to his room and rest.
Yukimura nodded. He felt that Uncle Ling was a little different, but he didn't know where.
He sat back on the bed and read a book, clenching his fists from time to time, his mind drifting away. He still didn't know much about the organization. What missions did Yuan usually do? Did he go alone? What would happen if the mission failed? What would happen if the mission succeeded?
He thought back to the time they had spent together, and it seemed like they seldom had any time apart. Even on weekends, they would go to the club to play ball together, and it seemed like there were only one or two times when Yuan didn't ask for leave.
As I was thinking, I felt a little sleepy, so I put down the book and lay down to rest.
Karasuma Gaki woke up before lunch. It turned out that overdrawing his mental energy would make him so tired that he fell into a coma.
After sleeping for a whole morning, he was now as energetic as a monkey. He jumped up, put on his slippers, and ran to Yukimura's room. When he opened the door, no one was there.
We walked to the backyard, where there was a pond where Yukimura was feeding the fish.
"It's time for dinner! Aichi!" Karasuma Gaki shouted, and the koi fish surrounding Yukimura were frightened and scattered.
Yukimura snorted and laughed, what a coward.
He turned around and followed Karasuma Gaki back to the restaurant.
After dinner, Karasuma Gaki took Yukimura to the basement. Karasuma Gaki usually practiced sniping in the basement. Although there was a training ground, there was no instructor in his house and Gin didn't come often, so the training ground had been empty for a long time.
It was the first time Yukimura saw real guns, and they were various sniper rifles and shotguns. "...You still have these at home?" A small arsenal?
"Would you like to try it when you're better?" Karasuma Gaki picked up a TAC-50 rifle, placed it on the training table, and set the parameters.
Yukimura held up a telescope and looked at the people running in the video on the field. "What does 2000 mean?"
"Two thousand yards."
"Move target 2000 yards, accomplished." Looking at the person who was hit in the head and fell down in the image, Yukimura opened his mouth slightly, an inexplicable emotion surged in his heart, he actually felt it was so cool.
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