Volleyball: The Time of Resonance

Yesterday, on their third day in the volleyball club, the group of senior high school students, after running into a snag, turned their anger towards Kozume Masami, who seemed to be the weakest.

Although no real harm was suffered, the feeling of disgust was about to reach its maximum.

After Kuroo Tetsuro took Ginchuan Mianya home, he found that standing on the riverbank in front of his house was Kozume Mamoru, the first person he had ever taken home.

"Grind it." Kuroo Tetsuro called out. He wanted to say something, but when he lowered his eyes, he saw the resistance that could form droplets beneath the other's seemingly calm gaze.

If Kozume Kenshin likes this, he will persist on his own without being urged.

But if he no longer likes something, he will ignore all sunk costs and decisively withdraw.

"Grinding..."

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Rebellion... Ah, no! The incident of the underlings overthrowing the superiors, although it has been deduced that Yamamoto Taketora desperately wanted to get rid of the senior students, and Fukunaga Shohei also hoped for a harmonious volleyball club, they lacked a suitable opportunity.

The first one to get restless was not Yinchuan Mianye, who proposed the plan, but rather the usually calm and reliable Kuroo Tetsurou.

Sixteen-year-old Kuroo Tetsuro cannot be completely calm and reliable, and besides—

Now that a solution had been found, he no longer wanted to watch those people diminish his teammates' already meager love for volleyball.

Day 8 of joining the volleyball club in first grade —

"Everyone's here. First-year high school students, you can go practice on the sidelines." Muraka Mori, who was the last to arrive, casually glanced at everyone and waved his hand.

Ironically, even though the freshmen have been in the volleyball club for so long, they haven't trained on an indoor volleyball court yet.

Kuroo Tetsuro stepped out of the senior students' group, followed by Hisensei and Yoru Eisuke.

"Hey, didn't you hear me tell you to get out of here?" Yamada Ichiro swung his arm forcefully, pointing his finger at the door.

Five seconds passed, and not a single person showed the slightest intention of moving.

Muraka Mori frowned, sensing something was wrong, and then saw Kuroo Tetsuro and his group heading towards the first-year high school class.

"Yaku Eisuke, what are you doing?"

The 1.65-meter-tall free agent didn't say a word, crossed his arms, turned his head away, avoiding looking at the senior students, generously giving the opportunity to steal the spotlight to Kuroo Tetsuro. (Gritting teeth JPG.)

"Are you planning to quit the volleyball club because you're not listening to me?"

When he realized that Yoruichi was ignoring him, and considering that the other party was the only free person, Murakamori swallowed his anger and turned his anger towards the others.

It would be wrong to say that these high school seniors don't like volleyball.

They certainly love playing volleyball, and even have a strange possessiveness towards indoor volleyball courts.

Liking something and being lazy are not contradictory, but they block others from making efforts and try to drag others down. The way these people improve themselves is not by making themselves better, but by making others worse.

They play volleyball in a half-hearted manner, yet expect others to respect and obey them.

"Miyano-sensei, the head coach of the village middle school and the volleyball team's supervisor, said that we can change the captain."

"What!?"

The arrogant senior high school students were all stunned by this thunderbolt.

Aside from consulting with Coach Miyano when signing training agreements and handling match matters, the high school seniors, who usually completely forgot about him, were horrified to realize that the volleyball club wasn't under their control!

Muraka Mori raised his voice in disbelief to question, his broken voice sounding just like a duck's.

"What have you done?!" The mask of pretense was torn away, revealing the rotten essence within.

"We disagree!"

"Why should we switch? We're in our final year of high school!"

"You bunch of disrespectful bastards, get out!"

"What's the point of having a supervising teacher? He doesn't know anything about volleyball!"

"You bunch of rookies, without us, you wouldn't even be able to get on the field!"

"A bunch of good-for-nothings, they really think they're something special!"

The noisy chatter of the senior high school students erupted, and Yamamoto Takeo couldn't hold back. He jumped up and stepped forward, ready to argue with them, muttering nothing but insults.

"What? Just because you've eaten for two more years, you think you're so great?!"

"You keep calling yourselves useless all day long, I think you're talking about yourselves!"

Standing beside him with his arms crossed, Yoruichi's eyes widened suddenly. He grabbed the other man's waist, as if afraid that he would fight with the person opposite.

Verbal abuse is fine, but physical violence is a completely different matter!

Although I really wanted to swear, well, it felt so good!

The seemingly petite free agent moved himself in front of Yamamoto Takeo, trying his best to shield him from the hostile stare.

Hisense closed his eyes to avoid looking at the chaos. He sighed. Although it felt good to do this, was it really the right thing to do? Would it go smoothly?

The senior students from the previous year, although not very strong, still had some sense of responsibility. However, after being easily defeated after the Spring High School, they suddenly didn't want to see Otoko develop further.

If Nekoma can achieve good results without them, doesn't that mean they are a burden?

Perhaps with this in mind, they handed over the captaincy to Murakamori, who clearly lacked leadership skills and liked to put on airs.

The captain was someone who always slacked off during daily training, and the already bad atmosphere plummeted to rock bottom.

The spring high school that was completely overwhelmed, the two months after the spring high school, and these few days after the start of the new semester.

If we can really drive them away, then starting now and training seriously might still be in time.

"Wow, what a rabble." Fukunaga Shohei's mouth turned into a big W, and his eyes sparkled.

Upon hearing this incomprehensible sentence, Kozume tilted his head and looked at the other person.

...I understand, that's a good description.

"Of course I didn't do anything, I just told the truth—the truth." To prevent them from knowing that it was Mianye who said it, Kuroo Tetsuro chose to speak in his own name.

Kuroo Tetsuro had every reason to break ties with them, but not Mian either, as he still had to live here for three years.

Instead of his usual smile, Kuroo Tetsuro's eyes were cold and mocking.

Everyone here agrees that you are not suitable to be the captain.

"So, isn't it perfectly normal to replace you?"

"I'm telling you! Impossible!" Murakamori glanced around, his tone of defiance crumbling at the slightest provocation.

He suddenly realized that there were seven of them in total...

No! You can't vote!

If the team leader is replaced, they definitely won't have an advantage in the vote, so the only option is...

Murakamori never considered the truth or falsehood of the matter; that uncle named Miyano had disliked him for a long time!

"Since it's a volleyball club matter, let's settle it with volleyball!" Murakamori didn't think he would lose; they were just a bunch of arrogant young punks who had learned a few skills!

"Okay."

Kuroo Tetsuro smirked; he had been waiting for these words. Even now, he still didn't fully trust the two first-year students he had just met.

If it were a volleyball match, then it would be much easier to solve.

There weren't enough players to play the regular mode, so they opted for 3v3.

"None of us can play as a libero!" Murakamori had witnessed Yoruichi's power firsthand. Since he couldn't use him, the other party shouldn't either.

"Sure, best two out of three, the loser leaves!" Kuroo Tetsurou glanced disdainfully at the third-year students. "But do you have anyone you can use?"

"Of course we have people we can use! You bunch of greenhorns!"

"I told you you had ulterior motives! The senior was right not to choose you!"

"You think you're the boss just because I let you show off a little! Useless, stupid, and a fence-sitter!"

Yinchuan Mian also yawned and snuggled up next to Guzhao Moyan. What's going on? Why are these people just repeating the same two phrases over and over?

Who will be in the competition? I can't choose myself, so it should be Hisense and Kozak Grinding...

The senior high school student who seemed mature and composed was much more stable than me, who had a fresh idea every now and then, and was good at scoring points but also good at losing points.

......

"Grinding, Mianye, thank you for your help." Kuroo Tetsuro extended his hand to them.

"?" Yinchuan Mian blinked and walked over.

The lone claw, its golden eyes fixed on the ground, slowly made its way to the center of the net.

It's Mianye, indeed. Compared to Hisense, with whom I've had more contact, a higher level of understanding, and greater flexibility, Mianye is more suitable to make her appearance now than Hisense, with whom I've never played before.

The source of this battle was none other than this sheep who played the role of the hero. How could this duel between the hero and the boss be complete without the protagonist?