"Morning, Boss!" Jamie Weston roared, already juggling a ball, his movements sharp and confident.
"Gaffer!" Arthur Milton click-clacked over on his cane, his eyes sharp.
"The... asset... has arrived."
Michael looked over. And there he was. Kai Sora.
He was standing on the edge of the pristine turf, his arms crossed, his headphones on, still holding his stupid, scuffed-up basketball. He was wearing the brand-new Barnsley training kit Michael had sent him, but he'd paired it with his ripped black jeans and a pair of high-top basketball sneakers.
He looked like he was attending a costume party as "a person who has never seen a sport before."
The players... were laughing. It wasn't the angry, "who-the-hell-are-you" vibe from yesterday. That was gone. Today, they were just howling.
"Boss! Is he... is he serious?" Finn Riley cackled, walking over, his own 'Wild Fox' energy on full display. "Did you sign him to the... the 'Barnsley Bouncers'? Is he gonna teach us a lay-up?"
