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Chapter 10: The Zookeeper

Coach Nekomata leaned back in the comfortable car seat, enjoying the way the soft surface hugged his sore back. He was tired from the train ride. In his old age, he was even considering taking a small back pillow with him on following trips. He hadn't been too worried when Sakurano had suggested that she take the responsibilities of the first day of the training camp on her own. The girl had been hesitant to join as the manager, he knew that much. From the grapevine at school, Nekomata had heard the unsavory rumors which had started circling as soon as Kuroo had tried recruiting Sakurano. While he had been worried, he hadn't stepped in, waiting to see how things would work out. He had considered talking to the girl after she had come to his office that day, saying that she was too busy for clubs. Yet, when he saw her now, dedicated fully to bettering their chances at Nationals, he was glad that he had stood on the sidelines. Things had worked out in the end.

"Kurosaki-san, was it?" Nekomata looked to the driver of the expensive car, a young man with multiple tattoos and piercings.

"Ah, yes sensei?" Kurosaki spared him a quick glance, eyes going back to the road again. Nekomata had been surprised when he'd heard that Sakurano had arranged the Sunny Beach lodge for them somehow. It was a rather famous place for sports teams of all calibers, and quite expensive. Yet, she'd told him that she had managed to get them a rather nice accommodation for free, through favors.

"Thank you for doing this," Nekomata said to the young man.

"It's nothing," Kurosaki laughed. "I owe so much to Chiharu's father." He said, eyes pensive. "Dari-san helped me so much, with both my career and then connections to set up this business. This is the least I can do."

"You know Sakurano's father well?" Nekomata knew who Dari Sakurano, or Caballero Dalian, was very well. The man had done so much in his career as a soccer player, first for his own country and then for Japan. After coming aboard the National team as a coach, he had become even more famous. The Caballero name opened quite a few doors and passed red VIP tapes as if they were traffic stops turned green.

"I was his kōhai when he played." Kurosaki said. "He was one hell of a player and he is an even better coach. We are lucky to have him."

"Indeed, we are." Nekomata agreed.

"He taught me everything he knew, you know, sensei." The young man said, sounding rather nostalgic. "There was something magic about the way he passed the ball. I could never get it quite like he did. It was like a magician giving a show whenever he was on the field. Even when he showed me how the trick was done, I was quite hopeless at it."

"You did well, too." Kurosaki Ryota. Only someone who didn't follow sports didn't know the name. A player who had come from nothing, rising from many hardships, bad schooling and horrible record with the police to become one of the most sought-after soccer players in the world. There had been a rumor about a rather large sum of money being offered by England just to have him. Yet, he had declined and gone into business after he'd reached the peak of his career, still infamous in sports. Nowadays, he ran one of the most successful chain of training and tourist lodges across the country.

"I suppose I did. I'm glad I retired, though." Kurosaki shrugged. "My leg gave out. I suffered a bad injury in one of the last games I played. Yet, every time I see these kids doings their best I just want to return to the field and score again."

"Maybe you will return some day," Nekomata smiled. "I did, after all. Coaching isn't like playing, but it puts you back on the court and into the game."

"Oh, I doubt it," Kurosaki laughed. "But, nothing is impossible, just improbable."

Kuroo stumbled down the stairs and towards the kitchen at just a little past five in the morning. He was groggy and could barely see out of his eyes. Yesterday's training had left his legs sore and his stomach aching. He couldn't believe how such a seemingly sweet girl could come up with such a devilish training schedule. Sure enough, he had approved it, but he hadn't accounted for her raising the numbers of repetitions or making all of those punishments for each of their 'games'. She truly was the devil manager.

He stopped short as his hand hit the handle of the kitchen door, though. He could hear the telltale music coming from inside. It was a familiar beat of the salsa, making him want to move to the rhythm, despite all the soreness and grogginess. The captain chanced a look through the door window and decided that he wasn't going to go inside after all.

Haru was behind the counter, wearing a dress, for once, which came to her thighs. It was dark blue and with the pink apron and her hair up in a loose bun, she made quite the picture. She was dancing around casually, her hips moving side to side with the salsa beat, as she stirred the numerous foods in different pans and pots. After replacing the lids on the pots, she went back to chopping the fresh vegetables and fruits, singing the foreign lyrics absent-mindedly.

Kuroo's eyes decided to fall from her hair, which he had been growing increasingly infatuated with, and to those constantly moving hips. He couldn't peel his gaze away from the hypnotizing movement. His sleepy brain slowly wandered over the line, giving him an image of that very same girl moving her hips while she straddled him. Quickly, Kuroo moved back from the door window, leaning against the wall to the side. The image of Haru in absolutely no clothing in the dark water, illuminated only by the few street lights and moonlight, smirking mischievously at him didn't help at all.

He felt his cheek redden and his heart beat an insane pace in his chest. His hand rose to touch the spot where the beat, all too much out of tune with the soft rhythm of the salsa, was thumping crazily. She was going to give him a heart attack. All thoughts of going in the kitchen vanished from his head and Kuroo slid down the wall, sitting on the ground, his head between his knees. He was in so much trouble. He didn't know for how long he sat there, listening to the girl hum to her music and clank cutlery as she worked in the kitchen.

"Kuroo…" His head snapped up to find Kenma with a barely-awake expression looking down at him. "Are you sleeping there?" The sound that he produced was somewhere between a whine and a groan. "You are in so much trouble." The setter tsked at him, moving his head side to side in a disapproving motion.

"Help?" Kuroo asked in a soft tone, looking at his friend.

"Just ask her out…" Kenma told him in the usual monotone, making Kuroo's head drop back down.

"You know I don't… I can't…" Kuroo collected himself and looked back up at the setter. "I don't do that well with girls." Kenma seemed to be thinking. "What if she says no?"

"Then show her you like her, and see where it goes." Kenma opened the kitchen door and entered, leaving Kuroo behind to sulk against the wall.

"Lev, keep up!" Yaku yelled at the tall half-Russian, running up the mountain with quite a bit of agility. They were playing tag again, Kai hot on their heels. Somehow the three had mostly separated from the group, running upwards. Kuroo had vanished, quick as a cheetah, right at the beginning, giving the chasing team quite a bit of trouble. Kenma had gotten caught, again, right at the start. But, with Inuoka, Kai and Fukunaga chasing, Yaku wasn't taking any chances. He had run for his life, especially since the punishment awaited the losing team. Last time, it had been squats. This time, he didn't want to chance doing another set of hundred if he lost. His legs were already wobbly from the rough training Haru had put them through. They couldn't complete the punishment, he was well aware of that.

"I am, sempai!" Lev had managed to rush, falling into step with him.

"Split up." Yaku nodded to the boy and the two dashed off in different directions to the side, hoping to lose their pursuer. But, Kai didn't give up that easily. He managed to grasp Yaku's jersey, touching the boy on the arm. The two stopped, breathing hard.

"Down to the rescue area you go." Kai laughed through his gasps.

"Damn it," Yaku grumbled, but started down the mountain. "I don't want to do the punishment."

"Neither do I." Kai grinned, dashing off after Lev, whose long legs had already taken him out of sight. Yaku walked down the mountain, grumbling and gasping for air. He found Haru at the rescue zone, clipboard in hand.

"Got caught, Morisuke?" She laughed when she saw him. Yaku pouted shamelessly at her.

"Please no punishments while waiting." He begged.

"Tough luck," the girl giggled. "First time caught, you have twenty sit-ups." Yaku groaned, but dropped to the grass, arms going behind his head as he began counting. Haru came over, holding his legs firmly as he completed the punishment.

"What do I need to do?" that monotone could only be Kenma. Yaku glanced up from his position on the ground, seeing their setter completely out of breath and suffering from some form of depression.

"Mmmm," Haru looked to the clipboard, still holding the libero's legs. "Fourth time caught, you have thirty split squat jacks." Yaku lost the willpower to live, dropping down to the grass in a heap. "That was only nine, Morisuke." The libero groaned. Kenma sighed, finding a patch of even land to do his punishment on.

"I want to die." He murmured, starting on the jacks.

"You can do it later, Kenma," Haru told him with a straight face. "For now, I want to hear you counting." And the setter obliged, murmuring numbers as he did his punishment.

"Rescue is here!" Kuroo appeared, jogging down the mountain, sweating profusely. "Oh, how long till the punishment is done?" He asked, looking at the two semi-dead volleyball players. Yaku seemed to still have some life in him, while Kenma was ready to topple over.

"Morisuke, six more, Kenma is on five out of thirty." Haru gave the numbers with a cheery smile.

"I did ten." The setter complained.

"Those five were pathetic and don't count."

"You're the devil incarnate." Kenma murmured, forcing some energy into his limbs. Kuroo laughed, grabbing his water bottle from the pile for some refreshments while he waited.

"I'm not doing any!" he immediately defended when Haru turned to him, an eager look on her face. "I haven't been caught, give me a break!"

"Nekomata-sensei!" There was a collective gasp and sighs of relief when the team entered the lobby, sweaty and tired, and spotted the old coach sitting on one of the comfortable sofa chairs.

"How are you guys doing?" the old man smiled. "Looks like Haru has been driving you hard." The team collapsed around him, some on the floor, some on the chairs, groaning and sighing when they managed to get off their shaking legs.

"She's a demon, sensei." Yamamoto cried.

"Can we go back to not having a manager?" Kai groaned, leaning back onto his hands from his position on the marble floor, attempting to stretch.

"I don't want to do another squat in my life." Kenma murmured, getting a round of agreement from the rest of the boys.

"We're not done for the day, everyone," Haru walked up to the team, smiling. "You have forty minutes to go upstairs and freshen up before lunch. How was your trip, Nekomata-sensei?" Some of the boys managed to pick themselves up, staggering to the elevator. Kuroo wandered over to Haru, the girl passing him their room key soundlessly. "Is Naoi-sensei not coming?"

"The trip was good, but a bit rough on this old man's back," Nekomata smiled. "Naoi-kun stayed behind, I left him some tasks to do regarding the upcoming practice matches. We are going to Miyagi after this camp, so he's arranging the details."

"Oh, do you need me to do anything?" Haru asked, ignoring the groans that came from the team.

"I don't think I can play, coach." Inuoka said, watching his limp legs.

"Me either." Some of the boys replied to that.

"You will have two days to rest before we go," Nekomata told them. "For now, this is just enough, Haru. Maybe go a bit easy on them for the rest of the day?" Haru tilted her head to the side, frowning.

"But, this was the schedule we approved beforehand?" She mused. "I suppose we can leave out the extra training in the gym today and move around some things that we have on the agenda for the next few days." And so, the Nekoma Boys' Volleyball team was saved by their coach.

It was a few days later, almost at the end of the training camp, that Haru led the boys to the gym where they could play a game. It was like she had lit a fire of motivation and happiness for them in the dark, too. The group spilled into the space, some falling to the floor and others going for the balls like starved men. They collectively agreed that they didn't want to leave the gym again and didn't want to visit another one of these hell camps.

"Are you guys ready for a practice match?" Haru asked from the gym entrance, smiling, clipboard at her hip. She had made them run the beach again before the match. Yet, even in their sweaty, sand-covered state, the boys were happy to set up a net and get ready.

"Yes!" They answered, rushing to prepare everything. Just as they were finishing, coach Nekomata entered, bringing the Nagasaki volleyball team with him. The other group of boys was grinning, eagerly going for the bench as their manager and coach followed, shaking hands with Haru and talking politely with Nekomata.

"Gather round!" Haru called when the gym was ready, the boys all rushing to sit in a campfire around her. Nekomata stood next to her, smiling.

"Impressive, you've already got them trained well." The coach grinned at her.

"Are we dogs?" Yamamoto complained.

"Just rowdy," Haru laughed, turning to the coach. "Would you like to, sensei?"

"No, they're all yours for the camp." With that the old man walked to the bench, sitting down and watching the dynamics of the new set-up.

"Alright then," Haru turned to the group again, pulling her clipboard up. "The starting members will be: Kai, Kuroo, Morisuke, Sō, Taketora, Kenma," She checked something on the paper. "Shōhei and Yūki, please stay warmed up and be ready to be swapped in. Same for the rest of you," Haru looked up to see the whole group grinning at her. "What?"

"You sound like a real manager, Haru-chan!" Lev told her from his spot on the floor.

"True devil manager." Someone else piped up but she didn't see who.

"Get ready!" Haru dismissed them, but couldn't keep the happy tone from her voice, face red. Her hand rose to cover her cheeks as she walked back to the bench and the grinning Nekomata.

In the end, the boys managed to win. It had been a tough game, though. The Nagasaki team proved to be quite skillful. Haru had subbed out Inuoka a few times when it had been his turn to serve, giving Fukunaga a chance to shine. The silent player not only had a great serve, but was also useful when it got picked up. She had been studying the boys, how they played and what their strengths were.

The score of the first set ended at 25-20 for Nekoma. The second game got taken by their opponents, at 30-28. Finally, they took the last set, winning at 35-33. Haru made certain to check them all for any strains, pulls or sprains. When they had all been cleared, she sent them upstairs to shower and walked over to the coach.

"You're getting the hang of it, Chiharu." The old man nodded when she sat next to him on the bench.

"They're good," she told him, but looked at her clipboard with a worried face. "Do you think they can go far this year? The Nationals?"

"Maybe." The coach mused, looking at the empty court. "It's going to be hard, though. We need more practice matches to get the first years ready." Haru nodded.

"The ones in Miyagi?"

"Yes," Nekomata confirmed. "I got us two matches there. One is against our old rival, Karasuno." Haru jotted the name down, making a mental note to do some research.

"Are they good?" She asked the coach as he stood, getting ready to leave.

"They should be," the man turned to her. "They have Ukai's grandson training them." Haru didn't know what that meant, but she would find out as soon as she could.

Packing up always brought a kind of bittersweet feeling. Kuroo was honestly impressed with Haru's management skills. She had packed her bag quickly, going to all the rooms to make sure that all the team members were getting ready properly. And, after they had all gone down to the lobby, she had done a final room check, returning with Lev's socks, Kenma's spare charger and Kai's jersey with a smile.

Kurosaki hadn't been available to take them to the train station, but he had arranged for one of his employees to drive them in a van. They sat comfortably, some of the boys asleep, as the driver blasted popular rock music from across the world from his radio. Kuroo was a little miffed that Yaku had been quick to sit down next to Haru, making the captain choose the seat next to the setter.

On the train, however, Kuroo didn't have to try that hard to get exactly what he wanted. He had just sat down, deciding that he wouldn't bug the girl on the ride home, when she walked over to the seat next to him, letting Lev help her with her bag. She'd plopped down, giving the captain a bright smile.

"My turn?" Haru asked and Kuroo shrugged. She took out her earbuds, giving him one and turning the music on almost as soon as the train started moving. For a while, Kuroo zoned out, his whole body tired from the days of harsh workouts. The salsa that the girl played wasn't too bad, and he was slowly dozing off. Then, the beat changed and a rap song came on. He turned to look at the girl.

"Oya?" the captain smirked. "That's a rather fierce side of you." There was a mischievous glint in the girl's eyes when she grinned at him.

"Shhh," her finger came to her mouth, making him focus on her lips. "Don't tell anyone." She winked and he died. Despite the short-circuiting brain and the dirty words in his ear, Kuroo managed to reply.

"I won't if you don't." He promised. That seemed to satisfy Haru, as she turned in her seat to look at the passing scenery. For a few hours, they sat in comfortable silence, the only movement between them existing when the girl moved her phone to switch between songs. Kuroo noticed how she didn't attempt to wiggle to the beat, like she usually did. Instead, she mouthed the words soundlessly and rested against her seat. He thought back to all the things which she had done during the camp. Between cooking, arranging everything for them and helping them with the training, he didn't doubt that she was tired as hell.

It was after some time that the girl looked around the compartment, seeing that almost everyone was asleep. She slipped off her sneakers, pulling her legs up and attempting to get more comfortable in her seat. Her head came to lean against Kuroo's shoulder and he let her. She snoozed for a bit when the third year got an idea.

His hands rose to push her body a bit further away from him, one hand pulling the armrest in between them up. Then, he tapped her shoulder, pulling his earbud out. Haru turned, her eyes betraying how tired she was.

"Sorry, am I too heavy?" She asked. Kuroo shook his head.

"Switch seats with me." He instructed, standing up. The girl gave him a questioning look and a weak 'okay', but obliged, shimmying to the seat he had previously occupied. Kuroo maneuvered her so that her body was facing the walkway of the train. He sat down, leaning onto the window and pulled her to his chest, letting her rest against his form. Her head came to his shoulder, settling there with a sigh.

"Gosh, you're a genius." Haru told him, picking up her phone to switch songs again. Kuroo put the earbud in again, smiling down at her messy curls.

"You can say that again." Soon enough, the girl was asleep in his arms, not noticing his wondering eyes. His arms came around her, for a second hesitating, before settling down. He dared to place one hand on her hip, relaxing it there when she let out a soft sigh. The other one went parallel with her own, grasping the palm where she was loosely holding her phone. Before long, Kuroo was dozing off, his head falling onto the soft locks which smelled of coconuts and coffee.

"You're over the line." His friend's voice made him look up and across the walkway. Kenma had a calculating look in his eyes, like he when he was figuring out the opponent in a volleyball game.

"Just a bit." Kuroo agreed shamelessly.

"Don't chase her away." The setter told him and his eyes went back to his game. Kuroo looked down at the girl sleeping soundly in his arms, thinking if he could ever bear to chase her away. No, he decided, he really couldn't.

It was Yaku who woke up the whole team as their stop approached, making sure that they all got off safely with all their belongings. Haru was shivering, despite the red team jacket around her shoulders which Kuroo had tossed over her as she'd slept. She looked groggy and utterly exhausted as they stepped off the train and onto the platform. The captain walked behind her, both their bags in his arms. The team rushed under the roof of the station, escaping the light rain.

"Who all has umbrellas?" Yaku asked, deeming that team management had fallen on his shoulders due to Haru's state. As different boys piped up, rummaging through their bags, the libero assigned them into small groups or pairs, making sure that everyone would get home dry. "Kuroo, can you-"

"Yeah." The captain nodded, taking out his own set of two umbrellas. He handed one to Kenma's awaiting hands. "I'll make sure she gets home, it's on my way."

"Okay," Yaku nodded, as the team was slowly dispersing, everyone saying their goodbyes. "Haru, go sleep once you get home, alright?" The girl nodded from her place, too tired to argue that she didn't need any rest. "I'll see you guys on Monday." And Yaku was gone, too.

"Shall we?" Kuroo led the trio which went in the same directions, making sure that Haru was under his umbrella and that Kenma had his PSP packed, so that it wouldn't get wet.

"Do you want me to come with you?" The setter surprisingly asked as they walked to the other station to catch their train. Kuroo glanced at what he could see of his friend's face. Kenma had that expression that he usually did once he was done processing a situation. He had made some kind of a decision, and Kuroo wasn't certain if he would like it.

"If you want to." Shrugged the captain.

"Mm." In the end, Kenma did go with them all the way to Haru's home, soundlessly seeing her off.

That's all for now folks!

Just wanted to give a short shoutout to all those who comment, review and PM me. You know who you are and you guys are the reason these chapters keep flowing so quickly outta my hand. Kudos to you!

Reviews:

Moonlightshadowxiii:
Oh Gosh… I really love your long reviews I'm crying womanly tears of joy xD
No worries, you always take your time reading and commenting, if you're up for it. I like to be in a perfect position when I'm reading a good piece, too :P Like, I grin and laugh and cry and the whole shebang xD
I'm so glad that you like my ship… All aboard, unfurl the sails, we're both gone xD
Kenma is… I love him too… He's such a sweetheart… I'm rewatching HQ casually and like, when he first appears… Gosh he's adorable… I want to adopt him xD Him and Kuroo are my friendship OTP, is that weird? xD
I wanted to make it a bit more realistic with Kai… I mean, sure they're happy to have a manager, but everyone is going to have their doubts… I chose him to be the voice of reason and kind of verbalize all the issues which could prove as a problem later on :) Glad you enjoyed that snippet :)
Since you're familiar with Kuroko no Basuke, gosh, like I totally ship Hyuuga and Rika when they're being all devilish together… I had to do something similar to pay homage to that anime xD Haru is just proving as an overachiever, as always :P
Yaku… I'm sorry for him. I really am… I had a similar situation happen to me and gosh, I'm so sorry for him and what I've put him through xD
I'm sorry that you're in the same boat as me with the dad situation… Like, my parents are divorced and, while I do know my father, we've never been close (he's spent too much time on his kids from the second marriage). I'm kind of jealous of that, but also kind of indifferent… It's a weird situation… I'm happy to fantasize through writing :P
Smut is coming. I shan't deny it. Wait and enjoy when it arrives :P
Thanks for answering my numerous questions xD I'll do my best to live up to expectations :D Tbh, Oikawa is such a fkboi. I won't deny it. But, I have a bit of a weird OC pairing for him which I'm going to enjoy to the fullest… I also think I'm going to write with a bit of a different timeline for him… I have some ideas and prompts, and also have done some drabbles… I'll work on them when exams are done :)
P.S.: That one-liner about her looking like a porn star had me in giggles for a solid hour. I couldn't help myself xD
sec review: I'm just going to stick my reply here and hope that's alright and I won't get threatened about the word count again xD
No worries, you take your time with reading and I will do my best to keep up with writing in between school stuff… Like, I've been typing out chapters on the bus ride to college the past week xD I'm getting teased by my classmates for writing all the time on the tiny keyboard :P
Ghost Hunt is like urghhhh I love that anime… and the manga had me in tears… Also a good one from the same genre is Detective Yakumo… Like, GH carved the way into a whole new genre of shoujo which tore me apart. Seriously I need more in the same genre, even if I'm not a horror fan… I was scared of my own shadow after watching that second to last arc T_T
I thought you would like the whole, not-really-kissing-but-yet-it-was-an-awkward-semi-attempt-at-it and then the awkwardness and then the whole skinny dipping shizzz xD I live for those moments I swear xD
Yaku needs more love, tbh… Like, I feel like he gets severely overlooked in fanfiction and I feel subtle pressure to give him a short drabble series or something… At the beginning of making Haru as an OC I was torn between pairing her with Kuroo or Yaku, but Kuroo felt like the best match. Yaku got a BFF instead :P They're just like, very homely together xD
I'm terrified of writing Karasuno… But, they will probably be in the next chapter and that scares the crap outta me xD They are all such unique characters that I'm just praying to do them justice… No worries, pressure me, that's the only way I'll sit down and type xD I'm a lazy arse that way…
If you find help to dig you outta this fanfic, send me some too, I need it. I really do.
thanks for all the support, I hope you have an awesome day! Cheers :D

Bookdragonslayer:
Thanks so much for the review! The swimming moment was totally impromptu… But, I'm glad that it came out good :D If you've ever got a chance to go night swimming, do it! I loved my experience of that in Egypt xD Kuroo and Haru seemed like the perfect two daredevils for it :)
Cheers!

Valen Goncalvez:
I love you, I've told you that right? I seriously love you and your reviews :D
I'm not promising another super quick update after this one, though… My exam in phonetics is next weekend and I suck at phonetics for some reason xD I need to hit the books more hahahaha
I've got so many ideas for Oikawa it should be illegal… As for the KurooHaru (is that our ship name now? Or TetsuHaru? Idk which I like better hahahaha) I'm still deciding on the topic of the drabbles… I have a few ideas but I like to have a list of prompts before I get started :)
Thanks! I'll do my best with the Karasuno bunch of crazies… I hope to do them justice :D
Best!

WinterEveOrchid:
Welcome to reviews! Thanks so much for your input :D
I live off their chemistry like omg… I think this is one of the best OC pairings I've done so far, I'm so happy with them… Hope you enjoyed the update!

AmIValid2:
Omg I know you! I know this username…. Lemmie look…. You have a Kuroo story! I remember reading it :D I'm sorry I'm a silent reader xD I read on my cell and am often too lazy to comment… I'll have to re-read your thing, I remember thinking it was good and leaving it on my phone as an open tab but never getting to the review part xD I'm sorry!
Thanks for the review and thanks so much for reading! I'm glad that you're enjoying the pairing :) Oh gosh, I'm so flattered that another author in the same section of HQ reviewed xD I'm giddy now xD
Cheers!

Potato-Faye:
We need help. I shall provide more chapters to be really unhelpful. Np xD
thanks for the review!

Omake:

It wasn't a stretch to say that Yamamoto loved the beach. Sure enough, the sand, the sea and the sun were great. But, what was even better was the myriad of sea nymphs walking around the beach. They wore scandalously small amounts of clothing, showing off their skin and giving the boy a full view of heaven.

"Kyaa!" A girl screamed, running away to join her friends as the volleyball ace walked close to her, nostrils wide as he breathed deep. Heaven even smelled wondrously. Like tanning cream and soft, fruity perfume. He didn't care that his legs didn't properly work from all the training. It was worth the harsh walk to the beach if he could only see and smell this piece of joy during the after-lunch break.

That's all for now :D