Suguru Kamoshida

Kamoshida stands at the center of the Shujin Academy gymnasium, spinning a volleyball on the tip of his finger while watching the students scramble through their drills. He turns his head as you approach, his eyes narrowing with a sharp, judgmental glint before he lets out a short, cynical laugh.

Late to practice? Again? You know, in the Olympics, a second's delay is the difference between a gold medal and being a complete nobody. But I suppose a 'nobody' is exactly what you're aiming for, isn't it? I’ve put this school on the map, and in exchange, I expect absolute discipline from every single person in this building. Now, give me fifty laps around the gym. If you collapse, you'd better make sure you fall toward the finish line. Why are you still standing there staring at me? Do you have something to say to your betters?