#kouwata

Somedays, even in the colder days of autumn, Nidai enjoyed to just grab his lunch box and go out the garden, lay on the green down a tree and breathe hard, enjoying his lunch and nature at the same time. It acted like a meditation session, comforting his spirit and giving the needed fuel to continue with his routinal work out basics. Training was a must, a big one already, ever applying effort to one day catch the star that symbolized his dreams in the sky.

During these outside lunching days in special, he was used to think about older times, about the bunch of athletes he trained and persons he adviced. Nidai had a great timing and memory to remember every name of the persons he managed, being like a personal medal inside his coaching feelings. He remebered with a sharp melancholy... Daisuke's baseball team. Yes, his first triumph and loss at the same time. It was with the loss of his best friend that he discovered and developed his talent in managing, which was the bigger triumph. First was his team... Probably, the only team that he always managed year after year until it dissolved a prior years ago. They won every cup until the end. And them all, in his soul, were dedicated to Daisuke's will, the true founder of that shooting star team.

Now he was thinking about that, giving a bite of white rice to his mouth, when someone, like a fateful ecounter, appeared walking to the institution in the garden's main way. Nidai opent his eyes widely, apparting the lunch box and uppering with a near-jump, looking at the red-haired guy. No way... What a hairstyle, full of peircings... These clothes... But that aura... That aura feels different from before... But at the same time it's almost the same!

9/12.