The sun gave off since its last rays before hiding on the tennis court 3 Rikkaidai, which like all others should be completely empty at that hour in the afternoon. But it was not. Kirihara was there since the end of class practicing steadily, despite the calor pm and fatigue that could collapse. The strain possessed him, his muscles complained loudly, almost shouting in perceived Akaya sighs every time you hit the ball. But he was not alone.
- What are you doing here, Kirihara-san? , The imposing and serious voice of Rikkaidai subcapitán continues to intimidate even when I was so tired that neither terrify Niou achieved.
-Fukubuchou ... I ... I was doing, nothing more, I have not done anything wrong, I promise! "She hastened to explain the second-year ace. Fukubuchou however did not seem angry. At least, not so much as usual. CHT