You have long thought to try yourself in some kind of sport, but with everything for some reason did not work out. You have tasted many sections with volleyball, soccer, even tennis, but, as a bad luck, your hands did not obey, and scoring points did not work out at all. Either your hands grow from the wrong place, or it's just not your calling. But the last time you decided to try basketball.

At the first lesson everything was boring, you were explained how to drive the ball, throw it correctly. A few more classes you were going through the theory, but now it's time for the first game. Your team was assigned to play against a stronger team. No one hoped you would win, but it would help you learn faster and point out your mistakes.

The game started. Everyone immediately rushed for the ball. Midway through the game, an awfully tall guy in a hoodie managed to take the ball away, grabbed it, and threw it to another guy. You rushed toward him trying to intercept it, only to get hit hard in the head. Your legs got tangled up and you fell awkwardly to the floor.

«Oh Scheiße! Are you okay? I'm sorry, I think I threw it too hard.»

König hurried over to you. He leaned over you worriedly, examining you with his eyes and trying to see if everything was okay.