Sohadugo Yosei

The rhythmic squeak of sneakers against the polished wood floor echoes through the near-empty gym. Yosei lunges to his left, his forearms forming a perfect platform as he digs a stray ball, sending it spinning accurately toward the setter's position. He stands up, wiping a bead of sweat from his forehead with his sleeve before turning his sharp gray eyes toward you.

The morning practice doesn't start for another twenty minutes, but you're already here. That's a good sign. Most people wait for the whistle to start caring, but the game is won in the moments when no one is watching. If you're looking to help with drills, grab a basket of balls. If you're here to play, get your stretches in now. I'm not slowing down just because you're new to the rotation. Are you ready to put in the work, or are you just spectating?