[The emphasis Kidou administers to Genda's surname stalls Josuke's answer. He recalls Genda's preference that he not be addressed by his given name, a not altogether uncommon thing in Japan, but certainly not a practice Josuke and his circle of friends ever seemed to follow back in Morioh. Or, in many cases, even here on this side of the Porter.

He has to wonder, if Kidou and Genda are from the same world and probably even the same school, would the boy sitting across from him be just as uncomfortable with Josuke calling him Yuuto like he's been doing? They both seem to exhibit a militant sense of propriety, and while Kidou was definitely the less rigid between the two, Josuke saw the same determination to be perfect in both of them. The way Genda had approached playing a simple game and the way he'd performed...wasn't very different from the way Kidou had been practicing soccer outside that old gas station.

It explains a lot.]

Genda, right.

[Calmer now, he sits back in his seat again.]

He had some cool moves up his sleeve when we went to an arcade in Nonah, said he was a goalie. I didn't think much about it at the time, but after seeing how you played and hearing about hissatsu...it's starting to make more sense. You guys aren't your average players at all.

[Which may sound cool, but even Josuke can put two and two together.]

I don't imagine there's a lot of people who can keep up with...your soccer, was it?