[ Char swallowed a lump in his throat after it was clear that he had interrupted the man's precious golf swing. The ball ricocheted off the wall, and into Char's waiting hand, his Newtype senses detecting the ball was going to hit him. Char casually entered the bridge, Char held out the ball to the captain. ]

I did, but I was actually hoping to see the entire swing. I was hoping to learn from the master, after all, if I was ever going to challenge you.

[ A quick lie, but one that he was sure the captain would buy. ]