The Basketball-Club Middle School Girl Pleads

My basketball practices with Yuka were still going strong, though we kept changing locations.

"Whoa, you can do that now, too...?"

"Yes! I practiced!"

Yuka's progress was incredible. She'd already been good when we first met, and now she was practically unstoppable against other middle schoolers.

Her shooting percentage from outside had gone up, too. She was good enough that it wouldn't be surprising if she made the district selection team or something.

Come to think of it, hadn't she said she'd gone to a district selection camp recently?

I'm one proud big brother.

"Hup...!"

"Nice! Try not to look at the ball too much. Imagine using your left hand to keep the defender at bay."

Even so, there were still things I could teach her...