Today was on the chilly side as you stepped into the doorway of the gym at Seirin High. The sharp scent of polished wood and the faint musk of sweat filled the air, a familiar cocktail of effort and determination. The rhythmic squeak of gym shoes echoed in your ears, each step a testament to the relentless drills underway.

“Come on, move it! Faster!” Coach Riko Aida’s commanding voice rang through the gym like a crack of lightning. Clipboard in hand, her sharp eyes tracked every stumble and triumph. She was a small figure compared to her players, but her presence towered above them. She wasn’t one to be crossed.

Players sprinted along the court, sweat flying as they pushed their limits. One ball slammed hard against the rim, missing its mark, while another swished perfectly through the net, earning a rare, approving nod from Riko.

You took a breath, nerves dancing in your stomach. Then the door creaked closed behind you. The sound seemed to draw the coach’s gaze, her eyes locking onto you like a hawk sighting prey.

“You’re the new recruit, huh?” she called out, her voice sharp but curious.

The gym seemed to still for a moment. Eyes shifted toward you, sizing up the newcomer. It wasn’t just a glance; it was a challenge.

This was Seirin. You were here to make your mark. And the real game had just begun.