On a sunny afternoon at Hyoutei, Jirou was missing from practice. Now, this was not an unusual thing, as the narcoleptic tennis player always slept around somewhere near the courts. This time, however, Kabaji was not able to pinpoint the boy's position, thus he returned to Atobe empty handed. Ore-sama, slightly irritated by this fact, went to supervise the practice of the second years, leaving Oshitari in charge of the third years' practice session.

Just when Atobe left, a big white bundle of paper came bouncing in the direction of the courts. Oshitari's first shock turned into a mild amusement as he heard the 'thing's' voice:

"Sugee! Oshitari, look, look, I'm a mummy! Isn't it cool?" shouted the overenthusiastic, now hyperactive Jirou, as he bounced to Oshitari's side. He was wrapped from head to toe in toilet paper, only leaving a little line free for his eyes.

"Jirou! Tell me you didn't use all the toilet paper from the washroom…" Oshitari rubbed his temples wearily. Though he was used to Jirou's behavior, sometimes the sleepy-head caught him off-guard with his weird ideas… or actions.

"And the paper towels, too!" answered Jirou, all too happy with his work to notice Oshitari's annoyed tone.

"Go, and run 50 laps for punishment…" said Oshitari with a sigh.

"Run?" Jirou asked a bit uncomfortable, as his legs were also bundled.

"Nay, you better jump!" corrected himself Oshitari with an evil grin. Jirou just nodded and started his laps, jumping around the court, looking like a mummy who had sugar-overdose. Some players were rather disturbed by this image, even so, as Jirou shouted thing like "I'm a bouncing mummy!" and so on. Thus ended another day at Hyoutei Tennis Club.

Meanwhile, one Mukahi Gakuto, sighing in relief as he finished his business in the toilet, realized in fright…

"WHERE IS THE TOILET PAPEEEEEEER?"