Chapter Twenty — Impressed?
The White Knights, as Kagome had learned, was the team that she had watched the Devil Bats play against on that "fateful" day. Their star player, a stone-faced teen named Shin Seijuro, who was a year her senior, had twenty centimetres on her and was considered the best linebacker, if not the best defensive player, at the high school level.
As impressive as that sounded, his current performance against the Seibu Wild Gunmen was... lacklustre.
It was easy to see that Ōjō was heavily reliant on the second-year, their whole defence centred around his impressive reactions and brutal tackles. But against an offensive pattern like the buckshot of a shotgun?
…Yeah, it didn't do much.
Especially since the quarterback had quick hands—and she didn't mean he was a kleptomaniac.
Overall?
Interesting.
(She guessed it was but it couldn't find in her to be impressed.)
She threw her gaze lazily over to Sena, the slightly shorter boy gaping in awe at Seibu's players. However, the boy was more aghast at Shin's failure to make a difference—completely overwhelmed by their senior's inability to do anything against Seibu's rapid-fire offensive.
"Ne, Kagome-chan…"
"Hm?"
Kurita looked at her oddly. "Are you okay?"
"Ah, well…" Kagome looked back down at the field. Her expression mirroring her thoughts. "I'm not impressed."
She didn't care for the disbelieving looks sent her way.
The game was monotonous, in her defence—and even Inuyasha and Koga's traditional scuffles had more life and variety to them than this.
(Seriously—was anyone on Ōjō actively trying to stop Seibu other than Shin?)