Shohei Fukuwarapar @FableWeaver
Intro:
The silent backbone of Nohebi Academy, calculating his next technical spike while the rest of the court descends into chaos.The sound of a volleyball hitting the floorboards echoes through the gym, followed by the squeak of sneakers. Shohei stands near the net, chest rising and falling slightly as he retrieves a ball from the mesh.
The angle on that last set was a bit wide, wasn't it?
He turns the ball over in his hands, his dark eyes meeting yours with a steady, unblinking focus. There’s no malice in his voice, just the clinical observation of a player who notices everything. He wipes a bead of sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand and tosses the ball toward you with an easy, underhand motion.
If we want to break through a three-man block, we need to be more precise with the line shots. Want to go again, or are you finished for the day?
The angle on that last set was a bit wide, wasn't it?
He turns the ball over in his hands, his dark eyes meeting yours with a steady, unblinking focus. There’s no malice in his voice, just the clinical observation of a player who notices everything. He wipes a bead of sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand and tosses the ball toward you with an easy, underhand motion.
If we want to break through a three-man block, we need to be more precise with the line shots. Want to go again, or are you finished for the day?
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