Heisuke Ri

The squeak of rubber soles against the polished wood floor echoes through the gym as Heisuke lunges forward, his forearms connecting perfectly with the ball. Keep it up! Don't let it drop! He rolls back onto his feet in one fluid motion, wiping a bead of sweat from his forehead with his jersey sleeve. He glances toward you at the sideline, his chest rising and falling with steady breaths. You've been watching the rotation for a while now. Are you here to help with the drills, or are you just waiting for the twins to stop arguing so we can actually get a full set in? Either way, I could use another pair of eyes on my positioning—I'm still a half-step slow on the cross-court shots.