Chapter Eleven — Sena
Habashira was frightening.
Sena deeply regretted pulling the stunt he had at the clubhouse the other day. Habashira charging at him just reminded him of Shin and—and—
"Intimidation isn't really an art."
Sena—in his Eyeshield 21 persona—met Kagome's eyes through the tinted visor, the girl standing just behind the bench but still on the grass. He felt more confident wearing the gear so he was able to muster the courage to look at Kagome. Otherwise, he felt embarrassed to look her in the eye. There was something, an unreadable something, in her eyes when she stared at you. Her gaze was unflinching as she spoke, her eyes seemingly endless and all too observing—assessing.
Kagome's eyes were unnerving to him.
In his mind, no matter how impossible and fantastical the idea was, he liked to think that she was some sort of spirit—too old, too wise, too tired, but still here.
"It's not hard to intimidate someone," Kagome spoke again, softly, too soft for Mamori to hear as the older girl passed water to the surrounding members. "All you have to do is be confident in yourself and exude the belief that you are better."
Sena swallowed.
That was impossible for him—
"It's not hard to interpret—you don't have to pull meaning from it or finesse it," Kagome insisted. "You just have to show that you know you're the better player, Sena."
He sucked in a breath.
(He didn't hear Hiruma's gun cocking not so far away.)
