It was only the beginnings of a league, but there was certainly progress. Marui-kun's Tensai Jr., if I recall correctly, is quite proficient with a backhand.
[But he's quiet a minute, regarding Niou carefully—not staring, never gawking, but watching in the way that comes so naturally to him, lingering at the baseline to appraise the situation and waiting with infinite patience for the chance ball that will enable the critical shot. No matter how much they dance around the topic, they're both well aware that there are things Niou doesn't remember. And no matter how much they pretend it isn't there, sooner or later someone will trip over the elephant in the room, and that will be that.
But it's not Yagyuu's nature to push when he might otherwise wait, and so he only watches for that slow, lingering moment, thinking of the disconnect that's come between them again and resenting that yet again, it somehow feels like his fault for being unable to fix it.
But then, a moment later, it's gone; denial comes to his rescue once again, and the ability to pretend that everything is fine is yet again his saving grace.]
That's his garden out behind the house, too. I'm concerned it'll fall into disrepair in his absence, but it seems improper to do away with it entirely.
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[But he's quiet a minute, regarding Niou carefully—not staring, never gawking, but watching in the way that comes so naturally to him, lingering at the baseline to appraise the situation and waiting with infinite patience for the chance ball that will enable the critical shot. No matter how much they dance around the topic, they're both well aware that there are things Niou doesn't remember. And no matter how much they pretend it isn't there, sooner or later someone will trip over the elephant in the room, and that will be that.
But it's not Yagyuu's nature to push when he might otherwise wait, and so he only watches for that slow, lingering moment, thinking of the disconnect that's come between them again and resenting that yet again, it somehow feels like his fault for being unable to fix it.
But then, a moment later, it's gone; denial comes to his rescue once again, and the ability to pretend that everything is fine is yet again his saving grace.]
That's his garden out behind the house, too. I'm concerned it'll fall into disrepair in his absence, but it seems improper to do away with it entirely.