[Ah, he covered his eyes. Not surprising -- Sakuma feels like probably he should find him a pair of goggles that he can wear at least on the soccer field, maybe, but for now, sunglasses are fine. He nods simply, dropping his backpack at the edge of the field and laying his uniform jacket out on top of it. He's better prepared for this than he was last time he was here, when he met Genda -- at which point he'd been in his swimwear, which wouldn't work that well for this. Not that his uniform does either, but he cares more about his jammers than his slacks.]
... Yeah, I am, [he says finally. He won't pursue that kick just yet -- that's for later. Possibly way later. He's not going to ask about it until he feels confident he'll get any kind of answer. For now he busies himself rolling his slacks up to his knees for mobility's sake, then straightens again, one hand balanced lightly on his hip.]
Haven't gotten rusty, have you?
[Not by the look of that ball-handling, but he can't help teasing just a little.]
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... Yeah, I am, [he says finally. He won't pursue that kick just yet -- that's for later. Possibly way later. He's not going to ask about it until he feels confident he'll get any kind of answer. For now he busies himself rolling his slacks up to his knees for mobility's sake, then straightens again, one hand balanced lightly on his hip.]
Haven't gotten rusty, have you?
[Not by the look of that ball-handling, but he can't help teasing just a little.]