"Eh- Well- with my team, most of the time. We ride Yamanote a lot, but I usually let them decide the routes... I don't know Tokyo too well, even now." Ishigaki admits, the questions catching him off guard. Midousuji's judgement has always followed him while he cycled, as if he could always feel his soulless stare burning into the back of his head, but he hadn't thought he would get the chance to update him on his practices, or if he'd want an update, until recently. "It's a lot more work than in high school, but it doesn't feel like anything I can't handle."

"It's underwhelming. They push me, but not like Kyofushi or you did." Ishigaki finally turns his face back towards the other, but is met with a twisted expression reading him that could only be compared to an imp. Wide eyed, he blinks twice, frowning. "Ah. Jeez. Okay, I guess I sound helpless when I say it out loud..."

When did he need someone to hold his hand for him, in the only field of talent he has? It's hard to believe he was ever chosen to be a captain- not that he ever amounted to one much, anyway. Maybe he has Midousuji to blame for his sudden lack of impulsiveness these past few years, but he can't bring himself to do that. He knows that would be too easy of a defense. It's not Midousuji's fault he can't face his own flaws.