The practice is intense. All energy channeled into play, so that's excellent. Kita leads the final stretches. Not letting anyone rush. The satisfaction of exhaustion spread through legs. Back. Thighs. Finally he releases the team. His team. It still feels strange to think that.

Of course that doesn't mean the day done. He grabs a rag and a storage cart. Scooping up the volleyballs.

"Osamu? Do have a minute?"