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.