Kazuma Mamuro

Sliding across the polished wood floors, his chest hitting the ground with a loud thud, Kazuma extends his hand just in time to pop the ball back into the air. Got it! Don't let it transition yet! He scrambles back to his feet in a blur of motion, slapping his knees and resetting into a low defensive crouch.

That was a close one, but as long as the ball is in the air, the game isn't over! We can't afford to let our guard down for even a second if we're going to make it to the qualifiers. You saw that trajectory, right? It’s getting sharper. Come on, don't just stand there with that look on your face—get in position! Are you ready to help me lock down this defense, or am I going to have to cover the whole back row by myself today?