Ken made his walk from the train station to the front of the school with his bag slung around his shoulder. Since today was the day of the friendly match, the coach had organized a bus for the team to depart from their school at 9am this morning.
Spring looked to be on its last legs as the morning breeze carried with it some heat. Since it was the second week of May, the cherry blossoms were already gone, signaling the coming of Summer.
Soon the cicada's would be singing their song of triumph, bringing with it the glorious sun.
Coming around the corner he saw that there were already quite a few people gathered. The coaches plus most of the first squad had arrived early, and were just waiting for the other players and staff to arrive.
Ken saw his friend Shiro standing stiffly against a pole, his expression one of pain and discomfort.