Chapter 4 - Neko Serve
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Eiji threw the ball into the air as high as he could, preparing to give the girl a chance, as Hyoto's eyes slid open, revealing a set of emerald green eyes, her racket shifted to her left smacked the ball hard, sending it flying towards the base line on Hyoto's left. She took one quick step left, the ball connected with the sweet spot of her racket, and was sent back with more speed than it had been sent with, bouncing just inside the base line, right into one of Eiji's blind spots, before flying the rest of the way to the fence.
"Return Ace," called Tezuka, "15 - love"
She's using her left hand? thought Fuji, his facial expression completely calm and neutral, same as always, I don't think that's her dominant hand, but then, why play with it? Then again, Echizen plays with his right hand, and it's not his stronger arm... Unless she's just trying to get a feel for the way her opponent plays...
"Game, Hyoto, 1 - 0," called Tezuka.
While Fuji had been deep in thought, Hyoto had taken the first game from Eiji.
That was quick... thought Fuji, one eyebrow raising just ever-so-slightly, so slightly that no one noticed the slight movement from the silent Tensai, However, it's her service game now, she may not be able to serve with the same power as Eiji, considering the fact that she's not a boy...
"Hyoto to serve," said Tezuka, just as she caught the ball that was thrown to her. Eiji had a look of utter shock on his now unusually pale face. Kaido and Momo were looking on in what could be described as utter disbelief. Inui, as always, was scribbling in notebook, muttering 'data.' Oishi looked sort of like he had just seen a ghost, as he looked at Echizen, who was sitting on the ground, with a can of grape Ponta in his hand, apparently not bothered with the match before him.
"Ready for it?" Hyoto called to a shocked Eiji, who merely nodded in reply, "Then here we go!" She threw the ball into the warm night air, racket colliding with the ball just as it started to drop. The ball heavy with top spin as it flew across the net and hit the ground with qiute a large amount of force, Eiji was about th return it, when it bounced away at a right angle to the left of the court. Hyoto smiled and muttered just two words, ever so quietly, not even audible to those that listen to every little thing around them.
"15 - love," said Tezuka, a mildly curious expression on normaly his calm face, "What did you call that serve?" Hyoto smiled, emerald eyes flashing in the setting sun.
