Time had passed. All of the time spent to see Taiga was all in vain. The Momoka house decided that after the first week. Or really, Misaki decided to act blunt.
"We can't see him. He has his basketball, and you don't want to be disturbed when you already have something on your mind. You've seen me when I'm focused. I bet that he's the same."
John sighed in agreement. Being focused on one thing is what his wife and her family specialized in. When they were getting married, John had to study and help his soon-to-be wife keep up on her studies in Medical School. Every night; day after day. He ended up graduating the top of his class, and got married to her three months later.
"We'll wait until winter. We can go to every game and cheer from the sidelines. He's most likely going to go back to America to train and bring back Alex. That's the best he can do." Crystal decided. Her family nodded at her. Crystal may be weak, but that's only physically. She has an IQ of over one hundred sixty. No physical activity meant mental activity for anyone in this family. John, like Crystal, has a frail body. He's the one that taught her how to treat any minor injuries in less than two months.
Of course, that doesn't mean that Misaki isn't smart. She's smart enough to know when to study and the most productive way. She read situations well, but she doesn't know how to get along with certain people. That's where Crystal comes in. She trained Misaki's reaction times to be good in every situation, but she refuses to give any information besides what position the other team plays. Crystal's a people person, and can get along with just about anybody.
To put it simply, Crystal has the brains and Misaki has the brawn.
Anyways, back to the story. Misaki played sports and studied hard to be the top of class 1-C. Crystal became the first student council president in her first year. The school asked for Crystal's smartness, and the sports teams asked for Misaki's skills. It passed the days, which turned into months.
Finally, the day came. The Momokas grabbed a bite, and ate it on the way to the gym, missing the opening ceremony. They saw the first game, and all attention was on the players.
"I found him, Crys. The Phantom. That's all I wanted to see." Misaki smirked. "Dad, do you think that you can set up a practice game with Seirin? I want to see how our team will learn from them." John nodded, but raised an eyebrow as to why.
"Seirin has determination and trust throughout the group, but their missing something. It'll be a hard game for them because of this, but I think that they'll win. I'm going to practice." She stood up, grabbed her bag, and walked out. Ignoring all of the whispers of 'she's wrong; Seirin can't beat Touou. It's not possible', 'she's delusional', and 'poor girl. She can't even bear to be wrong; she's leaving.'
When she arrived at the gym, she dropped her bag and went to the room where the basketballs were held. She knew this gym by heart, because it was the gym that she first came back to Japan from America when she was thirteen. She was used to the gym so much and the location that she had suggested that they should have some special practices in this gym. Outside, there was some mountains that was great for her players to workout.
The players actually like training with Misaki, because she would do the exact things that they were all doing. She even went as far as doing the punishments that she assigned when the players were goofing off or failed to the exercise correctly. She usually would have a game against first-years and second-years. The winner would play the third-years.
She dribbled the ball, the perfect sound of it hitting the fake wooden floor was music to her ears. She dribbled it between her legs in a crisscross patterned. She stood still for a split second in a shooting position before shooting a three-pointer. Heck, even the ball swishing sounded like music to her ears.
She running as soon as the bounce of the ball was heard. She picked it up and dunked it. She smiled as it went through the hoop again.
As she picked up the ball, she was think about what else she could do for her team. Swimming? Maybe. Muscle work? Nah. Besides, her team would hate her for that. The beach? Again, it's a possibility. The sand would help her team run faster and jump higher. Plus, that included swimming. How about baseball? It improve their focus on doing multiple things at once.
What about both? She grinned at the thought. She didn't mind if it looked sinister. Baseball was a hard sport, and the boys were saying that she was being a wimp for being sore after doing the sport for three days straight. It was time to show them how hard the sport was.