You really are an ace. Should Tidus prepare to make a joke? The compliment(?) is met with confusion that's not so much disagreeable as it is uncertain. Until Roland explains as he continues on, and Tidus leans back in his seat; mouth ready with something to say, but he waits until Roland's done.

"I tried putting some of my ball moves into my fighting," he admits; not much to do with what Roland is getting into, but he was always proud of that, alright! He folds his arms loosely across his chest. "But as for breathing and moving... that's just what blitzball is about. I admit, sometimes when I'm swimming in water on other planets - there's somethin' different about it. Maybe I'm out of practice," he throws in, since hey, he doesn't get to swim a lot these days! "But you're being wowed by the basics. Which, go ahead! Get into blitzball! I won't stop ya."

Is he ever going to shoot down someone getting into blitzball? Not that it ever goes well on the train, but if there's anything Tidus can't completely let go of, it's the sport that shaped most of his life. Comfortably wearing a smile tugged wide onto his lips.

"Blitz pools are easier to breathe in though, I'll say that. They do something with the water. --Well, it's not really breathing as it is how comfortable it is," Tidus amends. "There's less pressure."