Even with fairly minimal directions this would have been very hard to miss. Yul turned as he rode, his eyes tracking the path of a ball arcing through the air. "This must be the right place." Yul said dryly.

Yul slowed Maverick as they drew near. He dismounted smoothly, swinging his legs off with practice ease, boots landing on the ground. Polished boots. Into which relatively fine pant legs were tucked. Leading up to an equally fine unicorn jacket, although the bit of fir trim might not be to everyone's taste. As promised, Yul was wearing his formal uniform. It certainly looked sharp on him.

Smiling, Yul bowed, deep and formal. "Murame-san. How's it going?" Well, that was less formal. As was the way he tugged awkwardly at the high collar as he straightened. Still, it certainly fit his trim figure nicely.

"Thank you." Yul said, again formally. Then he smiled. "Although I hope with that out of the way, we might try chosen names again?"

He glanced towards the pitching machine. "A little, but not much. When I was a kid, my friends and I used to toss a ball around from time to time. Sometimes we'd play baseball, but the bats we had were usually, well, just sticks we'd found. I don't think I ever learned how to swing a bat properly."

Smiling, he looked back to Shoan. "Seems like you were doing pretty well. Show me again? I want to see your form." His smirk might have been just a little bit playful.

Yul grinned. "I'm always prepared to duck."

He circled around, walking slowly around behind her, with plenty of space, his boots softly crunching on the ground with each step. He stopped when he came around to the front of her... again, a respectful distance away.

"Okay." He said, giving her a smile and a nod. "Show me what you've got, Shoan-san."

Without adjusting the speed, he pressed the button.

Yul smirked. He was aware of the affect he had on women.

"Okay, no problem." He nodded. "Best two out of three. Here we go. I believe in you." His expression and tone were both entirely earnest.

He pushed the button again.

Yul grinned, shrugging. "Hey, I'm not the pitcher. I'm just a guy with a button." He watched, whistling slowly, as the ball went off into the distance. "Nice hit, though. Best two out of three, coming up."

His finger descended towards the button, but then he paused, looking at Shoan with raised eyebrows. "Hey, you know, I could be your pitcher. I can't hit very well, but I could throw. What do you think?"

"Alright." Yul said, flashing her a quick grin. "Let's do this."

He walked out onto the field, taking up a position right next to the pitching machine. "Move over, bud." He said, nudging it... and taking one of the balls out of its reservoir. "Time to show you what a real pitcher can do."

He tossed it up in the air, once, twice, getting a feel for it. "Okay. Here we go." Yul paused for a moment, standing there with the ball in hand, smiling. And then, with a fairly graceful wind-up, he pitched the ball to her.

It was a fair pitch, not amazing. Certainly not as hard as the machine could have done, but accurate enough, and with a little bit of wobbly unpredictability from the pitcher being human.

Yul gave a surprised exclamation as the ball flew high, his eyes widening in surprise as he realized that it was coming towards him. Raising his hands, he readied himself to catch it.

It was a bit of a challenge; Yul didn't have a glove, after all. But his reflexes were good, and as the ball dropped down, he was able to snatch it from the air, wincing only slightly as it contacted his unprotected hands.

He spun, eyes narrowing as he spotted Shoan. And then, grinning, began to run after her, ball in hand...

Nothing could get by Yul. His reflexes were too fast. Smirking, he reached out, tapping Shoan gently, ball in hand. "Got you." He said, grinning.

But the charge of a Lion was not easily stopped. Yul's eyes widened as he realized collision was inevitable. "Oof!" It was somewhere between a shout and a grunt as Yul went down with the impact, sprawling awkwardly to the ground.

From beneath her, Yul groaned. Grimacing slightly, he looked up at her, then smiled.

"I probably should have seen that coming." He said. He tilted his head, regarding her a moment, his eyes gentle. "I know we weren't competing exactly, but I still feel like we should call that a draw."

Again he paused, smiling up at her, this time silent. His own hair was disarrayed beneath him, his fancy uniform jacket definitely a bit scuffed.