It was so late that the lights were already out at the tennis courts.

"We're here," Tezuka announced.
"Where are we?" Fuji asked.
"Where do you think we are?" Tezuka challenged.
"Don't play with me…I'll leave." Fuji countered.
"Could you really? If you can't see, use your other senses. Smell it."
"…tennis court?"
"We're going to practice, okay?"

Tezuka led him to the practice wall, and stood behind Fuji. He placed the racquet in Fuji's left hand.
"Tezuka, what are you doing? Even if I could play, I'm a righty."
"Because I'm left handed"
"Wha…?"

Tezuka stood behind him, and placed his left hand on Fuji's grip, and his right hand guided around Fuji's right.
"Now throw the ball in the air"
"I can't"
"Oh yes you can! Do you want to be dropped from the regulars?"

Fuji tossed the ball in the air.
Tezuka guided Fuji's racquet and served the ball.
"This feels weird, I can't play left handed!"
"Fuji, just try this for me!" said Tezuka, full of spirit.

The ball hit the wall and bounced back.
"Now, do it again," Tezuka nudged gently as he guided the racquet again.
Fuji felt the familiar pressure in his wrist when ball contacts racquet strings. Although it felt backwards, it was a refreshing feeling.
"Okay, I'm gonna let go, now hit it on your own," Tezuka stepped back.
"W-w-wait- Tezuka come back!" Fuji yelled. He hit the ball, and instinctively switched the racquet to his right hand. He hit it a few more times before he missed. Fuji just stood there.
"Now what, Tezuka?" Fuji sneered. He was getting angry again.
"We play with this," Tezuka held up a glowing tennis ball. He had purchased a glowing tennis ball from the equipment store, and had Inui fix it up so that it was brighter than the brightest light bulb. It was especially visible because it was almost pitch black on the courts.
"Oh, what's that?" Fuji asked, "Hey, I can see that!"
"Good. Let's play then. I know you can feel the presence of the ball, but try to look for it and strengthen your eye muscles"
"How do we know when it's out? You mustn't be able to see well if it's pitch black."
"Who cares?" Tezuka shrugged.

After casually hitting the ball for a half an hour, they sat down on a bench to talk.
"Let's play a real game," Fuji said.
"How can we do that?" Tezuka was a little surprised.
"Someone's hiding here, taking data. Inui, you're here aren't you?" Fuji called out.
"Ii data. How did you know I was here?" Inui asked.
"You smell like AOZU," Fuji smiled.
"Fair enough. Kaidoh, Ooishi, Kikumaru, Echizen, come on out!" Inui said, "Sit at each corner of the court, and judge, alright?"
"Hai!" came the chorus of voices.
"Oh, and we need to even this a little bit. Tezuka, give me your glasses," Inui said.
"No. I need them to see"
"Wow, that's insensitive," Fuji chided.
Tezuka reluctantly volunteered his lenses.

"This is so exciting, nya Ooishi!" Eiji bounced around.
"Oh, and I'm going to use glow-in-the-dark chalk so you guys can see the lines," Inui said, taking a stick of chalk and going round the courts.

After the game with Kirihara, it was declared that Fuji was surpassing Tezuka. Now the data was proven.

GAME SET FUJI- SIX GAMES TO FOUR

If you've read this far, you must believe in me. :)