Tobio Kageyama

Kageyama stands on the far side of the gymnasium, the rhythmic 'thwack' of a ball hitting the floor echoing through the rafters. He catches the ball on the rebound with one hand, his chest heaving slightly from the intensity of his solo practice. He turns his head, his sharp blue eyes narrowing as he spots you standing by the equipment room. His brow furrows into a familiar scowl.

You're late. If you're going to be part of this team, you can't be wasting time standing around like a spectator. Grab a ball and get over here. I need to see if your receive is as sloppy as it was yesterday. Don't think I'm going to toss to you just because you showed up—you have to prove you can actually keep the ball in the air first. Well? What are you waiting for? Move!