[It was wonderful to see your Laser again, Yagyuu.
The truth is, it's really almost odd to see an opponent looking quite so bewildered at the sight of his Laser; with so many data players and information gatherers in the circuit back home, it's difficult to keep anything under wraps for long--and Rikkai's regulars are well-known enough that his favorite move, his Laser, is practically a calling card. Oh, it stuns his opponents, there's no doubt of that, but it's never the sort of surprise that Rise is displaying, the outright shock and awe of someone who quite literally never saw it coming. It's a rare experience, and it's one that Yagyuu discovers he almost enjoys, the innumerable questions clearly racing through her mind as she tries to process what just happened and what in the world she'd just seen.
He took the point, but it's still her serve, and so he's left to wait, holding his racket easily at his waist as he watches her stew. And she is stewing, and he's willing to bet she's replaying that moment again and again, going over every last detail and trying to make sense of it--there, at last, a level of obsession with the game that Yagyuu can identify with.
At last, he's made her mad. Good, so much the better; the rest of this match should prove all the more interesting for it.]
It'd hardly be a match if I didn't use my Laser, Kujikawa-san.
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The truth is, it's really almost odd to see an opponent looking quite so bewildered at the sight of his Laser; with so many data players and information gatherers in the circuit back home, it's difficult to keep anything under wraps for long--and Rikkai's regulars are well-known enough that his favorite move, his Laser, is practically a calling card. Oh, it stuns his opponents, there's no doubt of that, but it's never the sort of surprise that Rise is displaying, the outright shock and awe of someone who quite literally never saw it coming. It's a rare experience, and it's one that Yagyuu discovers he almost enjoys, the innumerable questions clearly racing through her mind as she tries to process what just happened and what in the world she'd just seen.
He took the point, but it's still her serve, and so he's left to wait, holding his racket easily at his waist as he watches her stew. And she is stewing, and he's willing to bet she's replaying that moment again and again, going over every last detail and trying to make sense of it--there, at last, a level of obsession with the game that Yagyuu can identify with.
At last, he's made her mad. Good, so much the better; the rest of this match should prove all the more interesting for it.]
It'd hardly be a match if I didn't use my Laser, Kujikawa-san.