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The infinite sound of sneakers squeaking against the marble floor, whistles blaring, high fives, and volleyballs being smacked filled the air of the gym. Sweat dripped from the foreheads of dozens teenagers as they ran through drill after drill; two figures standing to the side of it all with clipboards. One was a very tall, dark haired male, and the other was his sister - a similarly looking female, just a bit shorter than he was. Both adorned glasses, and rapidly jotted down notes on to their clipboards at the speed of light without even looking down once - examining each of the teenagers within the three volleyball courts. These were the future figureheads of the Volleyball club. The girl would be the team Manager, and her brother the Coach.
Inside of the large gymnasium, three large volleyball nets stood separated. Along each court were groups of 10 students supervised by more individuals with clock-timers and notepads. The kids high schoolers were organized and practiced a plethora of drills - sets, sprints, receives, jumps, spikes, serves, and much more. As soon as a group was finished with a certain order of skills, they would be randomized and moved along to the next.
These were the Karasuno High volleyball club tryouts. Due to the school's recent spike in financial success and popularity, many more students enrolled, and many more showed interest in the sports clubs. Just a handful of years ago, the academy would struggle to even get a full-membered volleyball team up and running, but now around 35 students were present, only 10 to be accepted, working their butts off just to catch the attention of the evaluators and coaches and land themselves a spot on the team - which would soon begin traveling and playing multiple games and hopefully end up competing on the national level against other top high school teams.
Amidst all of this chaos, there was a group located nearest the large double doors of the gym, where the two future coaches stood, intently staring and examining each and every student. There was a mock-play going on; three players stood on one side of the night and three stood on the other. There was a young male who had performed a sharp and crisp serve of the spherical ball to the other side of the net. A girl had received it, using her wrist to reflect the ball to a nearby boy - who had stiffened both palms upwards to set the ball high in the air. Suddenly, in a flash of faint yellow hair, a young boy had zoomed across the court, leaping upwards and meeting the volleyball eye-to-eye in mid air. The ashy blonde flashed a bright smile, revealing to be the 15 year old 2nd Year, Shiro Miyamaki. He had waited hours for this very moment, the moment to show what he's got for all of the spectating eyes. Finally, his right palm came to impact the ball, causing it to project downwards at a fast pace towards the opposite side of the net.
It was glorious...for about 3 seconds. Just when Shiro had thought the volleyball was about to slam into the scrimmage opponent's side of the court, a random girl had dove in from the side - her thin hand managing to refute the ball's contact with the ground and launch it back into the air. Shiro had just landed back on the ground when the practice opposers had managed to successfully rally the ball back to his team's side, and eventually scoring the point - well, if it were an actual game.
The hazel eyed teen regrettably sighed, wiping the sweat form his brows. He had attempted a successful hit four times in a row, and even though he triumphantly hit the ball every time, he had only managed to score one mock point. However, something differed this time than the previous three.
"Nicely done." All six of the students heard come from the short, dark haired girl. She released the words quickly and quietly without referring to anyone in particular, leaving the students to simply wonder in a few quiet moments before being ordered to move on to the next court.
The end of the tryouts were nearing, and Shiro had no idea if he was relieved or not - completely unsure as to how confident in his performance he should feel. He released another sigh as he walked, glancing around at the other students who he was technically competing against for a spot in the club.
The infinite sound of sneakers squeaking against the marble floor, whistles blaring, high fives, and volleyballs being smacked filled the air of the gym. Sweat dripped from the foreheads of dozens teenagers as they ran through drill after drill; two figures standing to the side of it all with clipboards. One was a very tall, dark haired male, and the other was his sister - a similarly looking female, just a bit shorter than he was. Both adorned glasses, and rapidly jotted down notes on to their clipboards at the speed of light without even looking down once - examining each of the teenagers within the three volleyball courts. These were the future figureheads of the Volleyball club. The girl would be the team Manager, and her brother the Coach.
Inside of the large gymnasium, three large volleyball nets stood separated. Along each court were groups of 10 students supervised by more individuals with clock-timers and notepads. The kids high schoolers were organized and practiced a plethora of drills - sets, sprints, receives, jumps, spikes, serves, and much more. As soon as a group was finished with a certain order of skills, they would be randomized and moved along to the next.
These were the Karasuno High volleyball club tryouts. Due to the school's recent spike in financial success and popularity, many more students enrolled, and many more showed interest in the sports clubs. Just a handful of years ago, the academy would struggle to even get a full-membered volleyball team up and running, but now around 35 students were present, only 10 to be accepted, working their butts off just to catch the attention of the evaluators and coaches and land themselves a spot on the team - which would soon begin traveling and playing multiple games and hopefully end up competing on the national level against other top high school teams.
Amidst all of this chaos, there was a group located nearest the large double doors of the gym, where the two future coaches stood, intently staring and examining each and every student. There was a mock-play going on; three players stood on one side of the night and three stood on the other. There was a young male who had performed a sharp and crisp serve of the spherical ball to the other side of the net. A girl had received it, using her wrist to reflect the ball to a nearby boy - who had stiffened both palms upwards to set the ball high in the air. Suddenly, in a flash of faint yellow hair, a young boy had zoomed across the court, leaping upwards and meeting the volleyball eye-to-eye in mid air. The ashy blonde flashed a bright smile, revealing to be the 15 year old 2nd Year, Shiro Miyamaki. He had waited hours for this very moment, the moment to show what he's got for all of the spectating eyes. Finally, his right palm came to impact the ball, causing it to project downwards at a fast pace towards the opposite side of the net.
It was glorious...for about 3 seconds. Just when Shiro had thought the volleyball was about to slam into the scrimmage opponent's side of the court, a random girl had dove in from the side - her thin hand managing to refute the ball's contact with the ground and launch it back into the air. Shiro had just landed back on the ground when the practice opposers had managed to successfully rally the ball back to his team's side, and eventually scoring the point - well, if it were an actual game.
The hazel eyed teen regrettably sighed, wiping the sweat form his brows. He had attempted a successful hit four times in a row, and even though he triumphantly hit the ball every time, he had only managed to score one mock point. However, something differed this time than the previous three.
"Nicely done." All six of the students heard come from the short, dark haired girl. She released the words quickly and quietly without referring to anyone in particular, leaving the students to simply wonder in a few quiet moments before being ordered to move on to the next court.
The end of the tryouts were nearing, and Shiro had no idea if he was relieved or not - completely unsure as to how confident in his performance he should feel. He released another sigh as he walked, glancing around at the other students who he was technically competing against for a spot in the club.
