manager:
( 清水 ) ━ “Ah… I’m not from here.” she replies, her voice quiet. She noticed his features wasn’t like he was full Japanese - maybe half. She took note that his Japanese was probably better than a few of the boys on her team. “I’m the manager. You play baseball..?”
Everything started to make sense then, the unfamiliarity and hesitant curiosity. He was aware of the schools in Tokyo, especially those acclaimed for baseball, but if she wasn't from around here, his knowledge would drop significantly. ` Only one manager? ` he asks, too spoiled on having four managers for the baseball team all three years of high school. ` I see. As for me, I'm somewhat retired. Entrance exams take up most of my time now, but I'll occasionally participate in practices. When they don't need the first-string catchers, of course. ` Hints of sadness peeks into his voice, just slightly coloring the low tones. There was no need to bring up the life-changing injury, no need to make some girl he didn't know concerned and worried over something that he and his father were fixing.
