The ambulance was wailing, and she raised her head reluctantly from the armrest in the sofa. The paramedics brought in a teenager on a stretcher. He looked fine, except for his face, which bore an expression of great pain. She took a clipboard, and wrote his vital info hurriedly. Then she interviewed him.
"Hello, what is your name, age, and blood type??"
"Tachibana Kippei, 15, A."
"Tachibana-san, what happened to your right leg?"
"Oh, this? It was injured when I played this guy in tennis."
"Really? We've gotten so many tennis-related injuries here. Who was it?"
"Kirihara."
The attendant's eyes widened as she recognized the name. The devilKirihara... the guy who sent so many teenage tennis players to emergency clinics and into rehab. the guy who took pleasure in breaking his opponents. The guy who wasn't satisfied with winning, he had to crush them, too. That monster! I hate him... I don't think he has a heart.
She hated him particularly strongly not only because of his violence, but because he gave tennis a bad name. she was a former tennis player herself, and had to quit because of injury. A jealous competitor had ruined her right wrist when he had hit it with a racket.