[ it's the hours of tennis practice that has her catching the ball on her racket's face instead of catching it like one would a baseball. It bounces once, twice, and then she snags it and takes a minute to review WHAT THE HELL FUJI JUST DID.
... she eventually concludes that it's not something she'll be able to pull anytime within the next year or so, and curiously ventures closer to the edge once she hears Fuji address someone. The source of the ball playing boomerang, probably-- and sure enough, when she glances down, she brightens. ]
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... she eventually concludes that it's not something she'll be able to pull anytime within the next year or so, and curiously ventures closer to the edge once she hears Fuji address someone. The source of the ball playing boomerang, probably-- and sure enough, when she glances down, she brightens. ]
Niou-kun! Um, sorry about that.