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[hr][right][color=gray]April 8th, Year 1 [/color]—[color=gray] Volleyball Club[/color][/right][hr]
[indent][indent][color=FF295E]“She’s not, Mizuno-Senpai.”[/color]

Akari sighed, as she crossed her arms, having finished her stretches a few moments ago.

Not that she had much of pre-game, pre-practice routines committed and few in the Volleyball Club were willing to exactly chastise Akari. The raven-haired Japanese girl hadn’t much of a care for what most of the club thought and in her first year she had built a bit of a reputation for herself. Demanding. Tough. Tall. Of the other schools they came up against, did any of them have an inside presence like Akari? Very few. She was probably the tallest second year Middle Blocker in all of Japan. Still, even with her height Mizuno Tomoyo, The Captain, treated her normal for the most part and she was one of the few people in school she gave formal respect to that wasn’t a teacher. That much could be seen with her adorning honorifics toward. Everyone else was just their family-name. No -san, no -chan or -kun, not even -senpai. Except for Mizuno. Only Mizuno.

[color=FF295E]“Shimizu is another second year. She’s new to town.”[/color]




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