The next few days blurred into one relentless rhythm of drills, sprints, and strategy sessions. The qualifying match was coming—the match that would determine whether they would go to the Olympics or watch it from home. The weight of that reality pressed on every player, sharpening their movements, hardening their focus.
The court was alive with energy that morning. Sneakers squeaked across polished wood, the slap of the ball echoing off the high ceiling. Ji-hye stood at the backline, eyes locked on the opposing side as she served—sharp, low, and fast. The ball curved just over the net, catching their libero off guard. Point.
Her teammates cheered, but there was no time to relax. The next rally began, and Ji-hye dropped into a perfect receive, setting up a blistering spike from the middle. Sweat ran down her temple as she reset for the next play.
