章節 3: Changement to come ?
Chapters 3
Everything crashed after the incident, doctors put my mother in a prolonged coma due to the incapacity to wake her up, home was silent and my father was colder and colder everyday.
He refused to play for the Japan's Volley team after that, he stopped playing volleyball and stopped going out. He stopped caring for the house or his appearance.
Our relations stop to existe, he wouldn't respond to my questions, he wouldn't talk to me, he wouldn't cry to me, or shoot at me, he just ignored me. This made me feel even more bad, his dream was crushed because of me, he was like a zombie that wanted to die.
I stop playing volleyball after that, and stop seeing my friend, they didn't understood why until one day a reporter came to our house and film my dad and ask him questions about my mother, i call the police and the reporter was andel but the article he did in his newspaper made the news and everybody knew that because of the accident my mother add, my dad was in this state, and that because of that he wouldn't represent Japan for the volleyball team.
This news wasn't well received by people because they already didn't really like my mom so they started to insulte her and accuse her of the state of my dad. This made me so mad that I got into a fight with some of the supporters that went to our house to insulte my mom and try to get my dad back to play for Japan.
Nobody knew I was the cause of my mother's death, and I couldn't stop feeling horrible about what happened . Until one day I face my dad.
I told him about how me playing and passing with mother caused her death. About how sorry I was and about how we need to make this public so people will stop insulte her
He looked at me and just said smiling : " You have the look of your mother when she needs to talk about the stars, she was so passionate about the stars that she couldn't stop talking about them a week, she absolutely needed to talk about them and how they travel through space.
You don't need to feel that way about the accident, it's not your fault and it's even less yours when you talk about the false supporters, She did what I would have done, and what every parent would have done."
I started crying into my dad's arm and I couldn't stop saying sorry, it was the first time in my months that he talked to me and I was about my mother.
"However you and I disonorded her by stopping fighting for what we like, you and I stop playing volleyball and I stop being a father for you, if she could I'm sure she would be yelling at me for being what I'm currently.
I'm sorry for what I've become and for what I've made you endure, I will change and try to go back to normal but I will need time and space for that, I need to rethink my goal. I know I demand a lot but I think it's for the best, use this event to forge your will and to achieve your objectif, I still want to one day play against you" Said my dad.
"Ok dad, I will play for mom." I replied while crying.
Few years passed and I continued to train. It was nearly the only thing I did, I had a few meetings with Sachiro and he understood that I wanted some time alone to think and to train, so he helped me a few times to train but I mostly did my training alone.
My physics strength and volleyball level continue to grow except that I never did a pass in a match, it's was to much for me and at each competition that I try I would feel or imagine that a truck was about to hit me and I would fail miserably, at first I couldn't understand why, then it's hit me, at each of my official match my mom was their.
So yeah I've become a winger and my left hand gives the opposing blockers quite a few difficulties. The few times I met Korai, he couldn't stop asking how I became better than him alltrought I started to train for that position later than him. But he didn't know that I created my winger games on my dad's play and because I could see him play sometimes.
Sometimes he played in the garden alone and spiked the ball without any envie, or words. He was like in a different universe, alone in his thinking, Each time I could I watch him play, he may not have envie or motivation when he spike but man his technique is good, from his jumping position to his hand placement all were near perfection and have become an automatisme. How could I not watch him while he played, each time I watched him, I could notice errors in my play and progress from just his technique alone. It's made me a better volleyball player but all made me humble of my capacity. Why would I become arrogant from my level while his technique was univers apart from me.
With years he became olders and reporters became less and less frequent, people started to forget my father as he grew older, few of his friends visited a few times and apparently they also stopped playing volleyball with the years. It was their only regret, to not be able to play with my father at an international level. I heard they lost the world cup final and it was their last professional match. One night as they were drinking alcohol and trying to cheer my father one of my father's friends told us he wanted to become a coach and then they all started laughing. These interactions seem to help my father and manage to heal him. I could see a real progression until this specific friend died in a car accident after one of their meetings. This completely destroyed their friend group and my father. They just lost their best friend, the trio was finished, and the 2 survivors were devastated by the circonsence. When all seems to restart to work, this accident destroys all he works for.
Few months later when I was about to enter Junior High School, my dad asked me to come walk with him.
We walk to the beach as we used to and at one point he told me :
"I need time, I plan on going to Belgium to see where your mother grew, I asked a friend if you could stay with him and he said yes, you will not start your junior school at Kamomedai Junior High School but at …"
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