As she continued to struggle as she spoke, Kimura couldn't help but smile. He felt a as if, for once, [i[he[/i] was on top of the food chain. He was underestimated the last two years. The teams he had created were nothing but the worst. They didn't respond to his leadership, nor did they really care about basketball. It was as if the only reason they joined the Basketball Club was because there wasn't anything else. They weren't terrible, the students knew the fundamentals of the sport, but none of em' could actually put those core elements to the test. Its about the basketball [i]team[/i], not the basketball player. A single person cannot do it all. 

"Look here Michiko. The fact is, I don't know how this year will turn out. I was the first student out here to set my booth up, yet I'm the only one without a signature. You're the first person to show up to actually sign-up, therefore I'm giving you the position as coach. All i ask is that once the team is built, you don't let us lose" 

He looked down at his paper and wrote down her name on the sign-up sheet then passed her the pen. "Write down your phone number, address, and just sign the bottom" he explained with a smile. 

"I'm looking forward to seeing you in the gym. Better bring your best training routine, were aiming for the top this year" he said, as a sudden figure or figurine appeared beside Michiko. A white blonde loudmouth just happened to pop up from nowhere. His indirect way of speaking was disrespectful. Then he explained who he was, though he was right, it wasn't necessary. Second year "Copy Cat" Masaru Susumu. From what Kimura knew, this player had the ability to basically mimic another players best moves, but due to his basic abilities, he made those moves better by adding pure skill. Last year, his team made it to the top, third place in nationals. But Kimura knew for a fact that this player was not in it for the team, but for the individual. He played the game on his own, disregarding his teammates, thinking they were below him. This fact didn't make Kimura's decision on letting him play all that easy. He had two choices. Let Masaru sign up and hope he'd be a team player, or decline him and possibly have no basketball team. 

"Look here jack (Masaru), I've seen you play. I know what you're capable of, you're good, there's no doubt about it, but, this is my team. Well, actually, it's her team" Kimura started, pointing at Michiko, the newly announced coach. 

"She's our coach. Michiko Kyoko, so how about you get your hands off of her and show some respect..............Anyway, just fill this out" Kimura exclaimed, sliding a sing-up sheet to him, along with another pen. 

"I just want you to realize that this is a basketball [i]team[/i], were playing together, passing the ball, scoring points with strategy. So I don't want to see you.................Oh crap!" he finished, as a girl just happened to blast through Michiko and Masaru, running into his entire booth, blowing the whole damn thing apart. He noticed he had a girls head nearly on his crotch, which caused him to loudly gulp as his eyes widened with nno expression. He didn't know what to say, he just sat there, waiting for the girl to speak. And for some odd reason, she did. 

"Hello" she said with a giggle. 

Without thinking, Kimura stood up from his chair, backing away quickly. "Crap, are you okay?!" he asked hurriedly as he saw how she lay. She basically knocked all his basketball sign-up sheets from his table. He went ahead and helped the girl stand back up, picking her up by the right bicep. She was pretty built for a girl. After that, he went ahead and struggled to pick all the sheets from the ground. He cursed out the entire universe as he picked them one by one. This was a blasted day. But in the end, he did end up getting two signatures, though it wasn't enough. And now, he had nothing, not even a booth. "Blasted school!" he cursed to himself.