"Calm down, calm down..." Miya Atsumu muttered under his breath.

  "You're way tant, you first-year brat!!!" Instead, it was Miya Osamu who roared furiously.

  Is this some kind of twin synization? Kaedehara Taichi mused to himself. But—

  "Osamu-senpai, I'm not your oppo~"

  Standing at the service line, Kaedehara Taichi's expression was calm and posed.

  His serves would no longer be a weakness for the team. On the trary, he was about to give Inarizaki a little surprise.

  The pyers of Inarizaki braced themselves. They had heard Atsumu say that Kaedehara Taiow possessed a four-style serve (though not as refined as his own).

  However, sihey had never wit firsthand, it was difficult to imagihat the same guy whose serves had been easy pigs for them st time could now demand their full attention.

  Kaedehara Taichi steadied the ball in his palm, thely tossed it into the air, where it traced a graceful arc.

  As the ball asded, he began his approach—his strides swift and powerful, closing in on his ideal jump point. The moment he reached it, his legs exploded with force, ung him into the air like an arrow loosed from a bow.

  Midair, Taichi demonstrated remarkable trol and coordination, his posture perfectly adjusted. Reag his peak, he gathered all his strength into his arm, swinging it forward in one fluid motion.

  BOOM!—

  The instant his hand struck the ball, it pressed violently before rocketing toward Inarizaki's court, leaving a faint afterimage in the air.

  A right-handed power jump serve—standard edition!

  SMACK!

  Ginjima Hitoshi barely had time t his arms together before an overwhelming force pried them apart.

  The ball smashed into the ground near his feet, then shot back up, nearly grazing his nose before sailing out of bounds.

  An impeccable service ace!

  [Aoba Johsai 6 - 2 Inarizak

  "Ohhh!! What an explosive serve! Inarizaki couldn't even trol the reception!"

  "Haha...If that ball had been angled just a bit more, it might've flown into the stands."

  Ginjima still rattled, stiffly turo Atsumu. "Is this what you call not as good as yours?!!"

  "Ahem...Well, uh... maybe he's grown just a tiny bit more..." Atsumu coughed awkwardly.

  Osamu took a small step back, eyes narrowing. "What the hell is up with this guy?" Their bae defeneeded to tighten up—immediately.

  "Osamu, don't back off!" Atsumu called out. "He'll target the front row instead."

  "Tch, don't feed me fake intel again, Atsumu." Though grumbling, Osamu relutly returo his position.

  Kaedehara Taichi remained posed, a faint smile curling at his lips.

  Since you're so eager to receive, let's see how well you ha. Standing in the right spot doesn't mean you touch the ball.

  BANG!

  A left-handed float serve, aimed directly at Osamu!

  The ball drifted deceptively toward Inarizaki's front row. It seemed slow—almost leisurely—but in the blink of a was right in front of Osamu.

  Osamu steadied his starag the ball carefully. No sudden dips, no sharp swerves.

  Suspicious...but it's just a float serve. Anything happen.

  Just as he reached out to receive—

  Nothing.

  There was no impact.

  The ball didn't follow its expected trajectory downward. Instead, it tinued floating past him by a fist's distance—before plummeting straight down behind him!

  Atsumu lunged forward, but it was too te.

  Thud!

  The ball struck the court behind Osamu.

  No-touch ace!

  [Aoba Johsai 7 - 2 Inarizak

  Osamu turned, log eyes with Atsumu, who had run up beside him.

  Things were starting to look bad.

  "Tweet!—"

  Inarizaki called a timeout.

  Coach Kurosu Norimuood at the sidelines, his expression dark. He hadn't even used a timeout when Oikawa Toru was servi here they were.

  Starting a match by being forced to call a timeout...That hadn't happened sihe twins' first year.

  And it wasn't because Inarizaki ying poorly.

  It was because Aoba Johsai was just to.

  Up until now, the only team that had made Inarizaki feel this pressure was Itachiyama, the reigning king.

  "Fag Aoba Johsai's relentless serving assault, Inarizaki wisely calls for a timeout to break their momentum."

  "Trailing by five points right out of the gate—this must be an unthinkable sario for a championship-favorite team like Inarizaki."

  -----

  "Tweet!—"

  Timeout over. The match resumes.

  Kaedehara Taichi prepared for his third serve.

  Boom!

  "I got it!" Atsumu stepped forward. Right now, he was the one most familiar with Taichi's serves, having trained with him at the Youth National Camp.

  Pop!

  It was a left-handed power jump serve—not as fast or as heavy as his right-handed one, but loaded with vicious spin.

  Atsumu received it ly, though the ball veered toward the sidelines.

  Osamu sprinted into position, signalling toward the right wing.

  "Aran!"

  From the back row, Ojiro Aran began his approau's set wasn't as precise as Atsumu's, but handling imperfect sets art of a true ace's job.

  —Whoosh!

  The ball soared high over the right side. Ojiro Aran charged forward and leaped.

  "Double block!"

  Iwaizumi Hajime and Kindaichi Yūtarō sprang up, f a solid wall.

  Aran had already picked his target—the noticeably shorter Iwaizumi.

  Boom!

  Smack!

  "Oouch!"

  Against a spike from one of the nation's top five aces, Iwaizumi Hajime's block stood firm!

  Kaedehara Taichi received the ball ly, and Oikawa Tōru sent a set to the left wing. Kunimi Akira leapt up.

  "Not a ce!" Suna Rintarō and Miya Osamu sealed off his attack route.

  Kunimi gently tipped the ball over their hands, sending it toward the open space behind them.

  "Damn brat!" Ginjima Hitoshi lunged forward, barely managing to save it.

  "Cover!"

  At that moment, Miya Atsumu lunged in a low stance, instantly positioning himself uhe ball, and lifted it with both hands.

  "Osamu!"

  In midair, a figure was already waiting.

  Boom!

  Miya Osamu spiked the ball down.

  The volleyball smmed into Aoba Johsai's court.

  [Aoba Johsai 7 – 3 Inarizak

  Twin's Quick Attack!

  They had perfected it to an unbelievable degree.

  Miya Osamu had jumped again immediately after blog because he trusted that, even in what seemed like a defeuation, Atsumu would forcefully set up an ultra-fast attack.

  When everyohought it was impossible—that was the best time to strike!

  "What a shame, I thought I could get five points in a row." Kaedehara Taichi sighed. ing back from a timeout, his touch was slightly off—his left-handed jump serve had been a bit too direct.

  Miya Osamu's brow twitched as he gritted his teeth. "This brat is pining after getting free points?!"

  The serve rotated to Inarizaki.

  As soon as the whistle blew, Suna Rintarō fired off a sudden serve—but this time, Aoba Johsai was ready.

  Watari Shinji delivered a perfect reception, and Oikawa Tōru immediately set the ball to the tre. From the back row, Iwaizumi Hajime sprinted forward and jumped.

  "Double block!"

  Ojirō Aran and the t ōmimi Ren, standing at 190 cm, formed a solid wall in front of him.

  Even without a step-in, their block height pletely covered Iwaizumi from below. ōmimi looked at his fellow third-year opposite with a trace of sympathy.

  But Aoba Johsai's pyers were different. Even if Iwaizumi didn't spike often anymore, they hadn't fotten—he had carried Aoba Johsai's offence for the past two years.

  "Go, Iwaizumi!"

  Iwaizumi's right arm tensed, his muscles standing out sharply uhe lights, radiating explosive power.

  Boom!!

  So heavy!

  ōmimi's arms buckled, failing to maintain proper blog form, and the ball dropped past him.

  Smack!

  Miya Atsumu reacted instantly, diving forward to save it.

  Ginjima had to cover, sending the ball to the left wing, where Miya Osamu barely mao spike.

  Kunimi's eyes fshed. He resisted the urge to block—if he didn't pletely shut it down, it would be meaningless.

  Smack!

  Oikawa smoothly dug the ball back up, sending it toward the left wing. Only then did Kunimi take a step and jump.

  "Damn it!"

  Miya Osamu had just nded, and once again, that first-year was attag at the perfeent!

  "I got it!"

  Ojirō Aran swiftly moved into position, his rge hands—angled in front of Kunimi.

  Whoosh!—

  Kunimi calmly set the ball to the tre.

  Boom!!

  Iwaizumi smmed the ball down.

  [Aoba Johsai 8 – 3 Inarizak

  "Point! Aoba Johsai's first-year, Kunimi Akira, just toyed with Inarizaki's blockers!"

  "Despite the physical disadvantage against the sed and third-years oher side, Kunimi used his intelligeo win that rally!"

  Kunimi, expressionless, muttered, "Strange…our oppos aren't as strong as I expected."

  "Hah?!"

  Miya Osamu's gre sharpened. What was with these Aoba Johsai first-years? Oer ahey were getting way tant!

  "Oh, nothing." Kunimi replied nontly.

  But in truth, he had been speaking to himself.

  In their previous match, his performance had been pletely unimpressive. But watg Kaedehara Taichi and Kindaichi Yūtarō's backs, Kunimi had felt that he should be doing something too.

  After serious training, returning to faarizaki again—Kunimi realized something.

  Their oppos were just high schoolers, after all.

  The serve rotated.

  Kindaichi Yūtarō stepped up to the service line, looking at the backs of Kunimi and Kaedehara Taichi.

  He felt like he was once again the weakest first-year.

  But this time, he wasn't on the bench—he was on the court, fighting alongside them!

  Kaedehara Taichi was getting stronger and stronger. Kunimi was starting to find his drive.

  Kindaichi roud to be part of this Aoba Johsai first-year trio.

  He might not be as smart as them, but when it came to effort—he had never held back!

  Boom!

  Kindaichi's powerful jump serve shot across the court, arg straight toward Inarizaki's back row!

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