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Since everyone was done with their suicides, it was time to get the real practice started. Captain step forth along side Michiko as he faced all his teammates simultaneously. Before speaking, the captain peaked at Michiko's notebook to see what she had planned for the day. Quickly he returned to his people.
"Taki and Izumi, return to baseline. You've got ten more suicides. I want you running them at the same time. Michiko, keep your timer out, give them twenty seconds per suicide. If either one goes over the time limit, they both have ten burpees. After all ten, whoever gets first on the most suicides get to watch the other one run thirty pacers. Full court" he then turned to Masaru. "Copy Cat! You and ..........umm, I never got your name?" he questioned, looking at the tall fellow that had just joined them. "Anyhow, you two start on the agility ladder. You've got three rounds. Each round will consist of high knees there-and-back" Captain then locked onto Rikyu. You and I have will be at the hexagonal drill station over there. Any question?...................I didn't think so. Michiko, keep tabs on everyone, make sure they aren't taking the easy way out. Now everyone go! I don't want anyone whining!" Kimura yelled, rushing to his station.
"Taki and Izumi, return to baseline. You've got ten more suicides. I want you running them at the same time. Michiko, keep your timer out, give them twenty seconds per suicide. If either one goes over the time limit, they both have ten burpees. After all ten, whoever gets first on the most suicides get to watch the other one run thirty pacers. Full court" he then turned to Masaru. "Copy Cat! You and ..........umm, I never got your name?" he questioned, looking at the tall fellow that had just joined them. "Anyhow, you two start on the agility ladder. You've got three rounds. Each round will consist of high knees there-and-back" Captain then locked onto Rikyu. You and I have will be at the hexagonal drill station over there. Any question?...................I didn't think so. Michiko, keep tabs on everyone, make sure they aren't taking the easy way out. Now everyone go! I don't want anyone whining!" Kimura yelled, rushing to his station.
"Hey Teshira-sempai, who's the new guy?" Michiko had asked. Kimura started walking back to the sideline along side her. He couldn't help but notice how fast her heart was beating, he could hear it. She was also quietly panting, it was obvious that little sprint made her tired. Michiko was sadly out of shape, though she looked as if she was.
With a sigh, Kimura started. "I don't know, but I hope he listens to what I said. He's got that glare in his eyes. He certainly enjoys the sport, so I suppose we'll just have to wait and see what he decides to do"
Kimura then started watching the sprinters blast off into the exercise. Taki was fast, faster than expected. His sudden breaks were near perfect, but he used too much power rather than speed or skill. Copy Cat Masaru did the exact same, though near the end, he added his own little touch. The question was, what if he can't copy his opponent? Then what?
Kimura turned to the next sprinter which was Rikyu. He didn't know much about the guy, but heard about his skill. One who can just vanish from sight within in instance by misdirecting ones field of vision. Kimura didn't know the secret of how to get around it, but he'd have to figure it out. For some odd reason though, Izumi was the one timing the sprinters. Though Michiko assigned her as the assistant manager, Kimura also wanted to see her do the exercise. She was as much of a basketball player as the next guy. "Michiko, after Rikyu goes, have Izumi line up. Once she's done, have everyone repeat the exercise two more times. Then move into a drill of your choice, I'll join y'all then, but have Izumi and Taki continue the suicide drill simultaneously. I want them to race. Have them go an extra ten times, if they can make it."
With a sigh, Kimura started. "I don't know, but I hope he listens to what I said. He's got that glare in his eyes. He certainly enjoys the sport, so I suppose we'll just have to wait and see what he decides to do"
Kimura then started watching the sprinters blast off into the exercise. Taki was fast, faster than expected. His sudden breaks were near perfect, but he used too much power rather than speed or skill. Copy Cat Masaru did the exact same, though near the end, he added his own little touch. The question was, what if he can't copy his opponent? Then what?
Kimura turned to the next sprinter which was Rikyu. He didn't know much about the guy, but heard about his skill. One who can just vanish from sight within in instance by misdirecting ones field of vision. Kimura didn't know the secret of how to get around it, but he'd have to figure it out. For some odd reason though, Izumi was the one timing the sprinters. Though Michiko assigned her as the assistant manager, Kimura also wanted to see her do the exercise. She was as much of a basketball player as the next guy. "Michiko, after Rikyu goes, have Izumi line up. Once she's done, have everyone repeat the exercise two more times. Then move into a drill of your choice, I'll join y'all then, but have Izumi and Taki continue the suicide drill simultaneously. I want them to race. Have them go an extra ten times, if they can make it."
Kimura paused as other shoes began to squeak behind him. First the twins, which seemed to be joking around instead of stretching or warming up. Secondly, a strange figure appeared in the distance. He sat down, watching as if he was fond of the sport, but did not say a word. He was pretty tall, it was obvious he had some sort of basketball background, his smile gave it away. After that, the rest of the bunch made a ruckus as they entered the gymnasium, Michiko leading the path. Copy Cat and Shadow were the ones following her. Little ol' Copy Cat though, decided to make a stupid remark.
"....we need to get all you up to an acceptable level..." he had said. This phrase ran circles in Kimura's head. His blood began to boil irritably, forcing him to stop dribbling and start walking up to the wannabe. "Look her kid!" Kimura started. "Just because you think you're all that doesn't mean a damn thing. If your gonna bring that attitude into this gym, the forget about it. You can kiss your sign-up sheet goodbye and walk away. I don't have time to deal with people who think they're better than everyone else here. Got that?!"
Without waiting for a response, Teshira-senpai, as he was called, started placing orange cones from rim to rim. There was one cone between each rim and half court. They would start with some conditioning. The exercise itself is known as the Suicide Drill. "Michiko, I hope you brought a timer of some sort. Now, everyone get over there at the starting line" Kimura pointed towards the baseline closest to the door. "What you will do is run from the baseline to the first cone, sprint back to the baseline then run to half court. You continue by running back to the baseline, then all the way to the opposite baseline and back. You've got thirty seconds to do the first one, plenty of time. Michiko, go ahead and time them. If one of them doesn't make the time, then make them do twenty burpees. I've got something I need to take care of" Kimura finished, looking up at the guy watching them.
So with that done, Kimura began to walk up to the mysterious figure. He sat in the row below him, watching the court and his new teammates. "You play?" he asked the mysterious guy, already knowing the answer to his own question. "Why don't you join us? We could use someone your size" Kimura stated, not making contact with the student. "As you can obviously see, our this team is brand new. I can't promise you we'll get anything out of this season, but I can make sure we try our best. You don't have to make a decision right now, just think it over" Kimura said, standing back up. "There is a couple of spare shorts in the men's locker room" he added as he began his journey back to the sideline.
"....we need to get all you up to an acceptable level..." he had said. This phrase ran circles in Kimura's head. His blood began to boil irritably, forcing him to stop dribbling and start walking up to the wannabe. "Look her kid!" Kimura started. "Just because you think you're all that doesn't mean a damn thing. If your gonna bring that attitude into this gym, the forget about it. You can kiss your sign-up sheet goodbye and walk away. I don't have time to deal with people who think they're better than everyone else here. Got that?!"
Without waiting for a response, Teshira-senpai, as he was called, started placing orange cones from rim to rim. There was one cone between each rim and half court. They would start with some conditioning. The exercise itself is known as the Suicide Drill. "Michiko, I hope you brought a timer of some sort. Now, everyone get over there at the starting line" Kimura pointed towards the baseline closest to the door. "What you will do is run from the baseline to the first cone, sprint back to the baseline then run to half court. You continue by running back to the baseline, then all the way to the opposite baseline and back. You've got thirty seconds to do the first one, plenty of time. Michiko, go ahead and time them. If one of them doesn't make the time, then make them do twenty burpees. I've got something I need to take care of" Kimura finished, looking up at the guy watching them.
So with that done, Kimura began to walk up to the mysterious figure. He sat in the row below him, watching the court and his new teammates. "You play?" he asked the mysterious guy, already knowing the answer to his own question. "Why don't you join us? We could use someone your size" Kimura stated, not making contact with the student. "As you can obviously see, our this team is brand new. I can't promise you we'll get anything out of this season, but I can make sure we try our best. You don't have to make a decision right now, just think it over" Kimura said, standing back up. "There is a couple of spare shorts in the men's locker room" he added as he began his journey back to the sideline.
Ok done. Sorry it took so long, I had family come over.
Time Skip:
After their departure, the academic part of school began. Though many sports players never really develop academic skills, it is a necessary prerequisite for the Basketball Club's players. If one has a anything below a D grade average, then the player must stay on the bench during games. They will be able to practice, but not play in games. This was a rule placed by the board of education that looks over Yamamura Academy. There were more rules set for the Basketball Club, but those others aren't as important, therefore, not worth talking about.
Anyhow, the hours spent as school don't match the time spent playing basketball. Practice last year was about two to three hours in duration. Though last year, hardly any of the players showed up to it. Kimura hoped it wouldn't be the same this year.
Fifteen minutes before the last bell rang, Kimura hurried to the gymnasium. It was a brand new gym. The court was always shiny, which is due to the great janitorial staff the Academy hired. Every part of the school was spotless actually, but the basketball court was obviously the best looking. The stands grew high from all angles, but they were never filled by fans from neither teams. This is because when an opposing school came to play Yamamura, their fans already knew who would come out victorious, therefore never showed up. It was tragic, but true.
With that said, Kimura headed into the boys locker room and got changed. He put on his black knee-high compression socks to help keep his legs alive through practice. He wore black Adidas with red stripes on the side. His shorts were wipe with a long black fringe on each opposite side. His shirt was a navy color blue without any design. He took his Under Armour black-and-yellow basketball and started down the court after leaving the locker room. He got there ten minutes before practice was set to start. As he heard his feet squeak with the friction of the court's floor, a sense of joy came over him. He started dribbling between his legs, crossovers, behind the back, etc. It brought back flashbacks of his childhood along with his first two years in Yamamura. It was a beautiful sight for him.
He could also smell the rubber and leather that made his composed basketball. The echoing bounce created a alluring rhythm, like the singing of a swallow. He was basically jamming to his own deliberate dribbling skills. He was beginning to get a slight sweat going, making him look as if he were shining like a star. He had an involuntary smile on his face. Yamamura's basketball season would begin in the next five minutes.
After their departure, the academic part of school began. Though many sports players never really develop academic skills, it is a necessary prerequisite for the Basketball Club's players. If one has a anything below a D grade average, then the player must stay on the bench during games. They will be able to practice, but not play in games. This was a rule placed by the board of education that looks over Yamamura Academy. There were more rules set for the Basketball Club, but those others aren't as important, therefore, not worth talking about.
Anyhow, the hours spent as school don't match the time spent playing basketball. Practice last year was about two to three hours in duration. Though last year, hardly any of the players showed up to it. Kimura hoped it wouldn't be the same this year.
Fifteen minutes before the last bell rang, Kimura hurried to the gymnasium. It was a brand new gym. The court was always shiny, which is due to the great janitorial staff the Academy hired. Every part of the school was spotless actually, but the basketball court was obviously the best looking. The stands grew high from all angles, but they were never filled by fans from neither teams. This is because when an opposing school came to play Yamamura, their fans already knew who would come out victorious, therefore never showed up. It was tragic, but true.
With that said, Kimura headed into the boys locker room and got changed. He put on his black knee-high compression socks to help keep his legs alive through practice. He wore black Adidas with red stripes on the side. His shorts were wipe with a long black fringe on each opposite side. His shirt was a navy color blue without any design. He took his Under Armour black-and-yellow basketball and started down the court after leaving the locker room. He got there ten minutes before practice was set to start. As he heard his feet squeak with the friction of the court's floor, a sense of joy came over him. He started dribbling between his legs, crossovers, behind the back, etc. It brought back flashbacks of his childhood along with his first two years in Yamamura. It was a beautiful sight for him.
He could also smell the rubber and leather that made his composed basketball. The echoing bounce created a alluring rhythm, like the singing of a swallow. He was basically jamming to his own deliberate dribbling skills. He was beginning to get a slight sweat going, making him look as if he were shining like a star. He had an involuntary smile on his face. Yamamura's basketball season would begin in the next five minutes.
Oh wait, Rumiko said she was gonna post before the timeskip, so I'll wait for her.
I'll post in a couple minutes. Just got home from playing actual basketball.
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