Recently accepted into the force, he was supposed to be on guard, right? Nah, he was going to say "Screw it" and go to the beach. After all, if wind couldn't be used on water for practice, what would the point of training be for? At least, that was the original intention of it. But then he figured the best way to train was to train his muscles... He would claim. But in reality, a game of volleyball just sounded like fun, and he was not going to miss a chance. If an authority were to scold him, he'll just claim that the game was good for muscle strength. There was no way that would fail.
Today, he was equipped with a tank top undershirt and a pair of long blue jeans. Not the best attire for the beach, but it will have to do. As if that it was lacking enough, he had a pair of black boots, though that was just to prevent sand from entering inside. It was an irritating feeling. With the amount of strength he had, spiking wasn't in the best interest for him to carry out, especially with such restricting clothing, but he tried often anyways.
Those within range should perhaps hear his voice as he would let out a yell every time he tried to get a spike in. "HEADS UP!" Asher declared, jumping high up into the air, slamming his palm downwards. Unfortunately, his aim was not as good as he thought it could have been, and the slip of the hand resulted in the spike moving far off to the side, without a doubt out of bounds. But at the rapid pace that it is moving at, likely going to end up hitting something or someone eventually with the powerful strength of 1 point. By the time Asher realized how the hit of the volleyball went, he could only cringe from the result.