[ Well, you'd need a big space for soccer, right? So that's probably why there aren't any arcade kicking games? Weiss can only guess as much.

Thanks for stroking her ego though, Fuuta. She's not a gamer by any means, but she can figure the science parts of games like this out pretty easily. (It's just beginner's luck.) ]

I am a Schnee, after all. What's this game called again? Schnee-ball?

[ No, she's pretty sure it's skee-ball, but she's sticking with that new name, anyway. A couple more balls fall into the slot where players can go and take them and play, so Weiss picks one up and tries to replay the previous play in her head. ]

I'm sure with enough practice, you can adapt to your surroundings.

[ With the scar that runs down her left eye, Weiss is pretty lucky that it wasn't a cut that damaged her eyesight. It was pretty bad the first few weeks though, when she was recovering. It's fortunate she isn't a normie and could accelerate the healing process, but she can understand his plight to some extent. And it's this lack of full knowledge that gets her to look back at him, not playing just yet. ]

I mean, if you can, anyway.