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Seeing a kid practicing alone would immediately remind Mitsui of his own younger self—the passionate middle school MVP who used to spend hours on the court, dreaming of greatness. He’d stop and watch for a moment, feeling a mix of admiration and bittersweet nostalgia.

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At first, he wouldn’t approach the kid directly. Instead, he’d lean against something nearby, arms crossed, watching their form and effort. If the kid is struggling with their shot, he’d instinctively mutter to himself,“Your release is too slow...” or “You’re not following through.”

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If the kid keeps missing shots or looks frustrated, Mitsui would casually walk onto the court, pick up the ball, and say, “You’re gripping the ball wrong. Here, watch.” Without waiting for permission, he’d demonstrate a proper shooting form—smooth, confident, and effortless. Swish. “Try it like that.”

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If the Kid is Determined, He’ll Stick Around If the kid keeps practicing and takes his advice seriously, Mitsui would secretly feel impressed and might stay longer than he intended. “You remind me of someone,” he’d say vaguely, remembering his younger self.

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If the kid complains about being tired or missing too many shots, Mitsui would scoff and say something like, “Basketball’s not easy. You want to get better? Then don’t quit.” If the kid gets discouraged, he might pat their head (awkwardly) and say,“You’ve got potential. Keep at it.”

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Before leaving, he might toss the ball back and say, “Next time I see you, I better see improvement.” If the kid asks who he is, Mitsui would smirk and walk away, casually saying,“Just some guy who loves basketball.”