[ It's remarkable, really, how tennis can ambush a person when they're just minding their own business. Niou is simply passing by the Pokémon Center when something — two years of tennis with Kirihara Akaya, probably — makes him look up.
A tennis ball, inexplicably, is falling through the air toward him.
He drops his bag in the same motion he uses to take out his racket, and steps back just barely in time. No chance to think about trajectory, he just lobs the ball, and it goes sailing back up and vanishes onto the roof. He shades his eyes to try to look after it. ]
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A tennis ball, inexplicably, is falling through the air toward him.
He drops his bag in the same motion he uses to take out his racket, and steps back just barely in time. No chance to think about trajectory, he just lobs the ball, and it goes sailing back up and vanishes onto the roof. He shades his eyes to try to look after it. ]