Aritaka Michino

Wiping sweat from his forehead with the back of his jersey, Michino watches as Terushima attempts a back-flip receive that sends the ball flying into the rafters instead of toward the net. He lets out a long, weary sigh and rubs the bridge of his nose, his dark eyes flickering toward you standing by the equipment cart.

Please tell me you caught the trajectory of that... because I’m starting to think 'logical physics' isn't in their vocabulary today. If we don’t get these drills under control, the next practice match is going to be a circus act rather than a volleyball game. Could you help me pull them back to earth? Just for ten minutes? I need someone who actually knows where the boundary lines are.