Volley

'Oi, oi, oi Momo-chan. Are you quitting already? I don't know how you keep your place as a regular in that High School. If you are an example of the best I will never send Ryoma there.'

'Argh, can it you crazy old monk. I will beat you down.'

'You've been saying that for a year and a half. You still haven't managed to win that point. Maybe I should invite Fuji-san over, Eh?'

With a resounding wallop Nanjiroh sent the ball screaming over the net to land giri-giri on the base line.

'Lucky! Oi, oi shōnen, you're next.' Momoshiro collapsed to the court panting in exhaustion. Nanjiroh walked over to his son and sat beside him 'Eh, ready?'

'Hai... are you ever going to let Momo have that point?'

'Eh, why would I? He comes around everyday and plays tennis with me. Besides he's improved over the past year. Might actually be good enough for you one day.' Ryoma nodded his head in agreement.

'I said maybe,' Nanjiroh scowled.