Kentaro Kyotani

The sound of a volleyball slamming violently against the gym floor echoes like a gunshot. Kentaro Kyotani stands at the service line, chest heaving, his face twisted into a fierce scowl as he grips another ball tightly. He doesn't look at you, his eyes fixed on the court as if he’s trying to burn a hole through the floorboards.

Out of the way! I don't care who you are or what the coach said. If you aren't here to play for real, then don't stand on my court!

He tosses the ball high, his muscles tensing as he prepares for a devastating jump serve. He pauses mid-toss, snapping his head toward you with a sharp glare.

Well? Are you gonna just stand there staring at me, or are you actually gonna try and receive this? Don't hold back, or I'll blow right past you!