[ the word doesn't exactly emerge fully formed, so much as it's gasped out, because she both saw it and didn't, she'd seen the stance, but there had been no time to wonder about it before the ball was slamming straight past her. Beyond saving. She's quick to whip her head around to stare, first at the ball, then back at Yagyuu, because she's honestly not sure what she's feeling in those first few seconds other than shock.
How had he done that? And with that kind of decisive move, had he already decided it was time to end this? If there was more of that in stock, she--
... and Rise's surprised to discover that her fingers are trembling, pads pressing into the grip tape. Is she scared? There doesn't look like there's a way to return something that fast, that frighteningly precise, but she's not certain if she could chalk this up to fear. To some degree, she has to admire him for that kind of control and accuracy and power.
No, it isn't fear. You don't face yourself, you don't navigate through the twisted maze of people's hearts, you don't get through losing everything, only to be afraid of a tennis move.
But then... is she angry? It's a stupid thing to be angry about, a lot of people would say, but she knows she played into that set-up beautifully, and he set that up beautifully, and just remembering being manipulated before has her eyes blazing. It's the feeling, not really the person (and she remembers that moment, the exact moment, that one mocking smile and taunting words), and she's certainly not pleased how that happened, but it's also something important to take note of.
She'd told him not to hold back, either. She can accept that much, but against the rising concern that this may end up hopeless for the rest of the match, the anger's prompting an unexpected urge to see that move again. To see it, and learn it, and throw herself at it for as long as it takes to counter it.
So Rise inhales, breathes out just as quietly, but the determination she's been wearing has only taken on a degree of fire. And still, she smiles after a moment. So someone as formal and polite as him... had something like this up his sleeve? The girl who found weak spots had detected nothing, and maybe she'd suspected he'd had something like that prepared, but definitely not that. ]
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[ the word doesn't exactly emerge fully formed, so much as it's gasped out, because she both saw it and didn't, she'd seen the stance, but there had been no time to wonder about it before the ball was slamming straight past her. Beyond saving. She's quick to whip her head around to stare, first at the ball, then back at Yagyuu, because she's honestly not sure what she's feeling in those first few seconds other than shock.
How had he done that? And with that kind of decisive move, had he already decided it was time to end this? If there was more of that in stock, she--
... and Rise's surprised to discover that her fingers are trembling, pads pressing into the grip tape. Is she scared? There doesn't look like there's a way to return something that fast, that frighteningly precise, but she's not certain if she could chalk this up to fear. To some degree, she has to admire him for that kind of control and accuracy and power.
No, it isn't fear. You don't face yourself, you don't navigate through the twisted maze of people's hearts, you don't get through losing everything, only to be afraid of a tennis move.
But then... is she angry? It's a stupid thing to be angry about, a lot of people would say, but she knows she played into that set-up beautifully, and he set that up beautifully, and just remembering being manipulated before has her eyes blazing. It's the feeling, not really the person (and she remembers that moment, the exact moment, that one mocking smile and taunting words), and she's certainly not pleased how that happened, but it's also something important to take note of.
She'd told him not to hold back, either. She can accept that much, but against the rising concern that this may end up hopeless for the rest of the match, the anger's prompting an unexpected urge to see that move again. To see it, and learn it, and throw herself at it for as long as it takes to counter it.
So Rise inhales, breathes out just as quietly, but the determination she's been wearing has only taken on a degree of fire. And still, she smiles after a moment. So someone as formal and polite as him... had something like this up his sleeve? The girl who found weak spots had detected nothing, and maybe she'd suspected he'd had something like that prepared, but definitely not that. ]
You're a pretty scary guy, Yagyuu-kun.