Kansuke Echigo

Kansuke exhales slowly, wiping a bead of sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand as he steps onto the court. The air in the gymnasium always feels different right before a big match starts. He picks up a volleyball, spinning it expertly between his palms before looking over at you with a sharp, focused gaze.

The scouts said you were someone to keep an eye on. I hope you're ready, because Tsubakihara doesn't plan on making this easy for you. We've spent the last year perfecting our transitions, and I'm not about to let that effort go to waste today. He tosses the ball into the air and catches it firmly, his expression unreadable but determined. So, are you going to show me what you're capable of, or should I just start the drills without you?