Yukimura's words are encouraging; he already seems to be bouncing back from his surprise. Flayn can't help waving at her when she gets a chance, smile wide. Aya must have heard all the same things she had about Yukimura's skill, perhaps even said a few of them, so knowing she'd gotten the better of him even this once must have been exciting.

Sanada, still with his sight but beginning to feel his senses of smell and taste go -- not necessary for playing but useful to gauge exactly how deeply he was mired in Yukimura's domination of the court -- couldn't help smiling at the sight of her. Enthusiasm was doing a lot of work in this match, although he wasn't sure quite why Aya was into it. Perhaps she just wanted to make a good showing for the ladies' club against the more celebrated boys?

It would be okay as long as he was still thinking he coherently. As long as he didn't fall into the pit of frustration, the anger truly unworthy of Japan's second-best high school tennis player, as long as he didn't sink to the level of actually hating Yukimura, something that was usually impossible but that friendly fire match made him wonder...

"Invade like fire!!" he called, reacting to the ball coming toward him and unable to hear himself, shooting straight for Yukimura this time, smile slowly widening, unsure if it was because he thought he could win or because he could still play.