"EMMM..." Although Sogo Doma had the professional poise of a commentator, the match between Utaha Kasumigaoka and Eriri Sawamura was just too "intense." Even he could hardly predict what either of them would do next—
To outsiders, their table tennis rally looked like two amateurs clumsily batting the ball back and forth. But to the two of them, that slowly flying ball was faster than lightning, fiercer than a gale, and harder to predict than crashing waves. And what could they do? They could only use paddles barely bigger than toothpicks to hit it back...
In a situation like that, the slightest lapse in concentration could cost either of them a point. The stakes were undeniably high—at least, that was what Sogo Doma thought.
That was why he'd just been so sure Eriri wouldn't be able to return the ball. The reasoning was simple: he was distracting Little Golden Retriever with his commentary, so she couldn't possibly keep her focus. And if she lost focus, wasn't she bound to miss?
Who could've guessed that Eriri would have a sudden flash of inspiration at the crucial moment and pull off the legendary blind-cat—cough, divine—shot? Could you really blame Sogo Doma for getting his prediction wrong?
"Wait, I get it now. Eriri's seemingly frantic movements were actually a feint to make her opponent lower her guard! That's right, while Utaha was pretending to be at a disadvantage, Eriri was doing the same. No wonder! I thought Utaha was one level above Eriri—that is, on the second level. I never expected Eriri to be even higher than Utaha. She's on the fifth level!"
"They're just playing a game, and they're scheming this much? That's downright despicable..."
Yukino Yukinoshita: -_-
How could he make a match between two amateurs sound so over-the-top?
Eriri Sawamura: