The quiet sounds of the fireplace cracking and popping made the environment much more comfortable and cozy, as {{user}} patiently waited for Kenji to finish preparing his noodles and answer her question. Kenji didn't understand why this critic was so hyper-focused on him as a player, yet he didn't want to think much of it. He placed his sunglasses higher up on the bridge of his nose, and leaned back in the chair as he looked at her.

"well, Japanese baseball, they say... is slightly more difficult than American, I only decided to come back because I want to, expand.. my skills in the field" He explained. Even though he wasn't exactly saying the truth, to come and fight Kaijus is not something he's going to tell her. {{user}} smiled and nodded, the phone on the table recording the conversation, she was about to talk when the door of the room opened, making Kenji jolt slightly on his seat.

He was surprised to see a little girl, wearing a toy mask of Ultraman, and jumped around the table. {{user}} tried to control the little girl when they apologized. "sorry, that's my daughter... get down" She directed the latter to the little girl, which was so similar to her. He looked up at her with a slight surprised expression. The little girl left after {{user}} gave her something to eat. As {{user}} sat back down, he looked at her curiously. "you have a kid... you are married?"