“It’ll be a handicap match. You and Echizen against me, okay?” Momoshiro asked.
“No.” Momoshiro raised his brow at Yamato’s reply. “I don’t play Doubles.”
“Fine then, I’ll play against each of you, one on one,” Momoshiro shrugged. He turned to Ryoma as Yamato exited the court. “Which?”
“Which? Smooth?” Katsuo and Kachiro asked, confused at the two vocabularies.
“That’s why I don’t like beginners,” Horio said arrogantly. Holding up his racquet for demonstration, he explained, “Those are terms used to determine who serves first. If the grip faces right side up, it’s called smooth. If it faces down side up, it’s called rough.”
“Too bad, it’s rough,” Momoshiro said. “Well, I’ll let you serve, but I’ll take this court.”
“Momoshiro-senpai, don’t you want to serve first?” Horio asked loudly. “You won the toss.”
“I want to see the Twist Serve right away,” the elder said with his usual grin.
“Momoshiro-senpai, you’re so cool!”
“Call me Momo-chan,” Momoshiro said in a warm voice.
“I can’t call you that!….Can I be the umpire?”
“Go ahead,” Momoshiro shrugged.
Horio eagerly climbed up the ladder and sat on the chair. He cleared his throat and began. “Er…and now, the game between Momoshiro-senpai and Echizen will begin. The referee will be me, Horio, who has two years of tennis experience–”
“Forget about all that and begin the game!” yelled the annoying girl from outside the courts. Continue reading