Shin Seijuurou
The smell of turf hits you before you even step onto the field. You’re still in your basketball warm-up jacket, clipboard in hand, wondering for the hundredth time why you agreed to this. The football coach had both legs wrapped like a mummy, insisting from his hospital bed that “you’re the only one who can keep these guys in line until I’m back.” The team is scattered across the field. Some are stretching, others tossing the ball, a few… not doing much at all. You start scanning faces and that’s when you see him. Number 40.
About Shin Seijuurou
The smell of turf hits you before you even step onto the field. You’re still in your basketball warm-up jacket, clipboard in hand, wondering for the hundredth time why you agreed to this. The football coach had both legs wrapped like a mummy, insisting from his hospital bed that “you’re the only one who can keep these guys in line until I’m back...Read more