[video]

[whatpenguin]

[Even though the feed's started, Genda's quiet for a moment or so - it's unclear if he doesn't know the video's running, or if he's just nervous. But he does speak after a bit of silence, his face serious.]

Hello. I am... Er.
My name is Genda Koujirou - I am the goalkeeper of Neo Japan, if anyone is familiar with my team. I have a few questions, for those willing to listen and answer them. Please be respectful - I am new to all of this, so...

[How did Coach Hitomiko put it?]

... So backtalk won't be tolerated, alright?

[... Augh - he shakes his head at that, steeling himself again. Talking to presumably a lot of people - it's got him nervous. But his Coach wouldn't be nervous like this, and neither would the rest of his team!]

I want to know just a few things.
Was our world really "destroyed"? Is there real, tangible proof?
And where are we? Looking out the windows, there was only fog as far as I could see... it's odd.
Is there a way out of here?

[He pauses then, looking to the side, before looking back; he doesn't really want to believe there isn't, but...]

... If there is no way out, I have just a couple questions.
Is there a way to stay preoccupied? And what kind of animals live here?
Also, is there a soccer field? Or, at the very least, a field large enough for one?

Comments

[whatpenguin]

...

[He looks away then, one of his hands going up to rub the back of his head.]

I'm sorry, Sakuma. I can't tell you.

[kickspenguins]

Why not.

[Good going. Way to make him suspicious.]

[whatpenguin]

[NOPE.
NOPE NOPE.

Genda's face is a little red now, and he's just... looking at everything but Sakuma.]

Please, just trust me on this..!

[kickspenguins]

[This new reaction is just making Sakuma want to know more. Obviously whatever stupid thing Genda's planning involves him if he's asking for Sakuma to not get mad preemptively.

Avoiding him? Well, Sakuma's just going to step closer and force Genda to look at him.]

Tell. Me.

[whatpenguin]

Eh -

[Oh. Being... forced to look at him, okay. That just makes Genda more nervous, so his eyes are kind of. Darting a bit, trying so hard not to look him in the. ... Eye.]

I can't - I really, really can't!

[Stop it, Sakuma; this is embarrassing him...;]

Sakuma, I'm sorry, but I swear I can't. Not yet, I mean - I'll tell you soon, but not now!

[kickspenguins]

[Sakuma stares at him with his eye narrowed for a moment longer before he backs off.]

Fine, forget it then. I'll pass on learning your hissatsu techniques.

[Because if it's stupid enough for Genda to act this way? Even if he promises not to, Sakuma's sure he'll get mad anyway.]

[whatpenguin]

...

[He can't help looking down at his feet then, and shakes his head.]

... I'll teach you them anyway, whatever.
You would probably get mad at me anyway, and I'm used to your anger by now.

[kickspenguins]

No it's fine because it won't be fair.

[Since he didn't agree to Genda's condition... because apparently that's an important issue right now or something.]

[whatpenguin]

... But you'll be without such a great way to defend yourself.
You may be able to throw a punch better than Kidou, but you have to admit - you're not a fighter, Sakuma.

[... Or maybe he is? Genda wouldn't know - he's never had to fight with him before.]

[kickspenguins]

[He crosses his arms and shrugs.] I'll figure out a way somehow.

[whatpenguin]

...

Ah, actually. I think it would be more fair to teach you my techniques anyway, Sakuma.

[All things considered.........]

[kickspenguins]

Suit yourself then. [If he insists, Sakuma's not going to say 'no'. Besides, knowing more things is beneficial.

But really, what could Genda be planning. He's not sure he wants to know.]