Not punch it! It's more like-- [ hinata locks his arms together and puts his fists next to each other, squatting down low. his form is much better than it used to be; he might actually be a good teacher now. ] --you get like this, and then you hit it like paff with your forearms.

[ ...maybe not.

still, he holds the ball in both of his hands for plenty of warning. ] I'm gonna toss it over to you, okay? And then we'll go back and forth! And don't worry about missing or anything! I'm no libero, but I'll get whatever you hit at me!

[ beaming, hinata lobs a gentle toss makoto's way! you're a volleyball now, makoto, how does it feel ]