Akira didn't need to say it twice as all of his players dropped whatever they were doing immediately, rushing toward him in a hurry. They all had curious gazes with most of them tensed unconsciously, staring at him with solemn eyes.
He could sympathize with them. After spending three months training their asses off with so little to rest, the tournament they had been waiting for was finally in front of their eyes. There was no way they wouldn't feel jitter about it. However, that didn't mean that Akira would let them surround him with a body full of sweat like this.
"Go back and change your shirt first! I will borrow one of the classes close to the gym so that we can see it together. You have five minutes, okay?!"
"Yes, Sir!"
After seeing all of his players scattered to get their shirts changed, Akira turned to Megumi and asked, "Can you help me borrow one of the classes nearby?"
"Sure." The girl nodded before rushing outside.