[B]Shu Isamu
Warakuma High - Sports Field[/B]

The feeling of holding the fibreglass stick in his hands was natural to him. It had really only been a few weeks since he had last played the sport, but gripping onto the tool was much like greeting an old friend. He had missed this. Hockey was Isamu's sport of choice, even after all the trouble he had gone through in middle school. It just made his heart rush in a way that other things couldn't. There was a thrill to the game. A thrill that he was currently channelling into his stick, moving it up to build up for the hit.

[I]Thwack.[/I]

A gaggle of girls sitting on the grass near the goals shrieked as a hockey ball slammed into the back of the net with frightening speed. Isamu waved an apology to the already-retreating students. He hadn't noticed them until his stick had connected, and by then it was already too late to warn them of the possible surprise. Still, it didn't really matter anymore. They were gone now, and that meant he was alone on the pitch again. Everyone else was looking for clubs or meeting up with friends. Except him. He shrugged to himself. Nobody was going to interrupt him then. That was good.

Pulling a second ball from his pocket, the half-Chinese boy dropped it to the ground, before hitting against it with his stick.

[I]Thwack[/I]

The ball thudded into the goals.