No matter how embarrassed he is in his heart, Kobayashi Aotori will not bring excess emotions into the game.
...Even if from the beginning, he knew he would lose the game.
He sat in the Shiratorizawa rest area with his legs spread apart and his hands crossed in front of his mouth. He looked at the Inarizaki team opposite who were chatting and laughing with an expressionless face, and took a deep breath.
Calm down and get into game mode--
"Aotori-kun is so handsome!"
"Come on, Aotori-kun, he's looking at me!"
"I love being looked at like trash, wow, wow!"
Kobayashi Aotori's eyes are dead, and his expression is a bit dull. What on earth did he hear?
It's so strange.
It must be an illusion, hahaha.
And what's with that trashy look?!
I just looked back, are you my fan?
Which fan would put a villain filter on their idol?!
He combed two handfuls of dark blue hair and forcibly suppressed the strange emotions in his heart. Anyway, after the game started, there would be no other sounds in his mind except volleyball.
He sighed silently, pulled off the rubber band, and his dark blue mid-length hair immediately spread out. With the rubber band in his mouth, he looked at the Miya brothers talking and laughing opposite, and a war ignited in his heart. Persistent and strong fear.
After all, this is a team that can defeat even Shiratorizawa...
The screams behind him rushed into his mind again. After hearing clearly what they were excited about, he quickly did not hesitate, speeded up the action of arranging his hair, and tied it back with a rubber band three times.
Hearing the disappointed voice behind him, he breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, the girls were sensible. They were just a little excited at first. When everyone started to warm up, they stopped making a fuss. No matter how excited they were, they covered their mouths hard.
Tendo also shed a few drops of sweat and poked his cheek with his finger: "Aotori-chan's fans are really good."
In order not to disturb Aotori, they even suppressed it until their faces turned red, which was worrying. He thought leisurely.
"There's an ambulance outside." Ushijima blinked when he heard this and said in a deep voice.
Tendou was slightly startled, and Yamagata Hayato was also shocked by Ushijima's seriousness and his feet slipped.
...In any case, the original intention of setting up ambulances in Tokyo Stadium was not to rescue fans who fainted due to excessive excitement, right...?
All in all, after the fans stopped yelling, the warm-up went smoothly.
On the other side, in Miyagi Prefecture--
In Karasuno High School, the teenagers from the volleyball club gathered together and looked excitedly at the screen in front of them. The IH national competition was being broadcast live on it.
Takeda sensei had just finished adjusting the screen, and everyone saw a familiar handsome face--
"Oh, Aotori, hahaha, why are you focused on Aotori's face?" Nishinoya was very excited. When he saw this strange shot, he couldn't help but laugh ridiculously.
Everyone looked helplessly at the camera that came from nowhere.
These cameras not only filmed the teenagers' smashes during the warm-up but also occasionally struck the faces of the Kobayashi Aotori and Miya twins, making it difficult not to guess their ulterior motives.
Hinata and Kageyama were walking in the front row, staring intently at the figure with dark blue hair on the screen. The chatter of his teammates around him failed to penetrate his ears. At this moment, it seemed that nothing but Kobayashi was in front of them.
Hinata remembered that before the competition, he sent Mr. Dynamite an encouraging text message, and he didn't know if Mr. had seen it.
Karasuno's side was peaceful, but Aoba Johsai's side was very angry--
"Hey! Does this director know how to do his job?! Why are the cameras focused on one person!" Oikawa Toru said angrily as he lay on Iwaizumi's shoulder to watch the live broadcast in his hand.
"...Go check your phone, you Trashikawa! Didn't you say you would never watch the Aotori's game?!" Iwaizumi's patience reached the line, turning his head and spitting fire with his eyes.
"Eh~ Iwa-chan is so stingy~! ...Oh! It hurts!"
Oikawa Tooru covered the steaming lump on his head and sat down peacefully with tears in his eyes and anger.
The perspective on the screen turned back to the host again, indicating that the game was about to begin. Everyone stopped talking and looked at the picture on the screen with bated breath.
--The voice of commentator A sounded at the right time: (The warm-up of both sides is now over, and the game is about to officially begin!)
Commentator B: (It's really exciting! Especially the player Kobayashi Kobayashi from Shiratorizawa, who shocked the volleyball world with his reputation as a 'genius' when he was in junior high school. Even my blood boiled with his wild words.
Commentator A: (Haha, I believe he will still light up the court today and become the 'Mr. Dynamite' described in "Monthly Volleyball"!)
Fortunately, Kobayashi Aotori couldn't hear the commentator's voice from his position. Otherwise, if he heard the nickname he thought 'won't spread very far' being shouted out in front of everyone, he would probably lose his image and fall to his knees on the ground.
And who is the culprit?
Next--
It's game time.
Standing on the court, Ushijima Wakatoshi shook hands with Kita Shinsuke on the opposite side, but the captain on the opposite side shook hands and walked to the rest area instead of playing.
Kobayashi Aotori, who was standing in the back row, felt the hot gaze on him. When he raised his eyes, he saw the yellow-furred fox in the front row.
Um? Why do I call Miya Atsumu that?
Atsumu's eyes were not as rude as Kobayashi Aotori imagined. On the contrary, he felt a bit like Oikawa Tooru.
There was a playful smile on his face, but Aotorilearly felt the other party's unhappy mood.
Shiratorizawa's drums were as loud as ever, majestic and powerful, and coupled with the shouts, they were full of momentum.
...Even after each round, the group onlookers looked at each other, practising quietly, they were able to catch up with the rhythm and use the same tempo to cheer for Aotori alone.
...It's really hard work...
On the other side, Inarizaki's cheerleading team is very interesting--
It's simply a professional music team!
Seeing the magnificent momentum on the other side, Aotori asked the Goshiki beside him what he had wanted to say for a long time:
"This school is an art school?"
It's a pity that Goshiki didn't know that it wasarcasmsarcasm, really started to think: "Probably...no! I guess." He replied hesitantly.
Atsumu on the opposite side heard it clearly, and the veins on his forehead jumped, but he still maintained a friendly smile on his face.
Commentator A: (The cheerleaders on both sides are so awesome! The drums versus the band, this is a collision of momentum!)
Commentator B: (That's right! And judging from the result of the coin throw just now, it was Shiratorizawa who served first actually Kobayashi Aotori, Mr. Dynamite, who served first!)
Commentator A: (I wonder if he, who is known as the 'Libero Killer', will continue to shoot at Inarizaki's libero, our player Akagi Michinari?! Let's wait and see!)
If Kobayashi Aotori heard clearly what the commentary was saying, he would complain:
Why do I have so many nicknames?
Who started it!!
Don't you know it's rude to give people random nicknames?
However, Kobayashi Aotori didn't care about that at this time. He only had eyes for the game in front of him and the volleyball in his hands.
Even if the result of the game is already known, Kobayashi Aotori will not make a mistake.
On the contrary, at this moment, his pressure and fighting spirit were extremely high.
On the one hand, this in itself is perfectly in line with Aotori's concept of 'treating every game as the last one'.
On the other hand, because he knows the defeat of Shiratorizawa...
At this time, of course, he should try his best to hold back as little as possible!
However, otherwise, when the fans, coaches, teachers and class analysed it afterwards, he was pointed out as the mastermind behind every loss of points!
With reasons stacked up, Kobayashi Aotori felt that he was under more pressure than knowing he would win the game.
To put it bluntly, there is an advantage in knowing that they will lose, he will try to don't doesn't seem like heavy baggage to Shiratorizawa. What is the specific method--?
Of course, it's a desperate fight!
Kobayashi Aotori, who was the first to serve in the game, suddenly opened his eyes. The next moment, the volleyball flew high into the air. The young man's eyes were extremely focused, and the roar of the Inarizaki band did not penetrate his ears at all, only because--
His eyes and ears were filled with the leaping figure of a volleyball and the music prompted by the sound of the wind. With the sound of wind and the sound of the volleyball whizzing together, Kobayashi Aotori seemed to hear the powerful heartbeat of the volleyball--
"Dong, dong, dong--"
The heartbeat was clear and powerful, showing vigorous vitality.
turn out to be--
It's my own heartbeat!
When the body was level with the volleyball, the brown eyes on the expressionless face slowly moved from the volleyball to the one on the opposite court--
Inarizaki libero's body.
The moment Akagi Michinari on the opposite side met those brown eyes, his breathing suddenly stagnated, and his fast-moving brain gave out a message almost instantly:
His target is me.
He smiled unkindly, and served the ball to the opponent's libero, exactly as what was written in the magazine.
It's so strange, the feeling of being underestimated and the emotion of being attacked head-on by the server are intertwined--
Super, super excited! Akagi Michinari's eyes were filled with fighting intent.
Everyone's misunderstanding of Kobayashi Aotori has been deeply ingrained. Little did they know that he just subconsciously checked the position of the libero before serving because he was not confident the ball would not go out of bounds. He couldn't help but look at the line behind the libero. The ball headed straight towards the libero.
--But he doesn't seem to know the misunderstanding this caused.
The teacher advisor off the court stood next to coach Washijo and took a deep breath:
"Aotori looked at the other side's court... was it a line shot? But no matter how out-of-bounds the ball he seemed was, it was probably in-bounds. The magazine has already stated this... although it was an exaggeration. , but it's right."
"Although Kobayashi will always take a look at the sharp ball opponent's court before sending the ball, it should be information that only the team knows at present. However... because it is too focused on accuracy and the power is insufficient, Everyone knows..."
The opponent will catch this ball!
The teacher's brows were furrowed and he was worried in his heart.
...what would you do? Kobayashi Aotori. coach Washijo folded his arms and sat on the chair with a cold face, staring intently at the figure leaping high on the court.
The moment the teacher spoke quickly, Kobayashi Aotori's ball had already made a crisp 'pop' sound, braving the terrifying white steam generated by tearing the air, and attacked the opponent's free man, Akagi Michinari.
"Don't even think about scoring!" He saw the right moment, took two steps back, stood on the boundary line, and suddenly squatted--
"Bang--!!",
"Bang!!"
The earth-shattering sound resounded throughout the venue, and everyone froze.
Watching the volleyball hit Akagi's hand hard, and then hit the ground hard, the second sound was much louder than the first the the impact of the other's service!
...W-what is this...?
Did it explode?
The volleyball is packed with explosives, right?
There is no way an ordinary volleyball can make such a sound!!
Ito's face was filled with astonishment. She slowly covered her mouth with her grey-purple eyes widened, and she opened and closed his mouth and made a breathy sound:
Aotori-kun, is this the full power of Aotori-kun?
"Oh--! Shiratorizawa! Shiratorizawa! Aotori! Aotori!"
"Aotori-sama is so handsome!!" The girls' screams rushed into their ears, awakening the shocked hearts of countless people.
Let them know that this ball is not a hallucination, but happened!
Commentator A, who was the first to come back to his senses, slammed the table in front of him: (Oh my god! I, what did I hear?! Was that an explosion?! It is Mr. Dynamite!)
Commentator B: (It's so shocking! Someone's serve made such a loud noise when it bounced back to the ground for the second time!)
(Player Kobayashi gave us a good start in this year's IH League. While using his best serve to score the first point, as expected, he targeted the opponent's libero.)
Commentator A sighed slightly: (...I am only concerned about player Akagi's arm problem now. After all, he directly caught the explosive.)
To be honest, Akagi's condition at this moment is not very good.
His pupils were dilated, his mouth was slightly open, and his hands even kept the same motion as when he just caught the ball, but--
When his hands came into contact with the ball's jaw, the tearing pain made him almost think that his hands were completely useless.
His red hands were shaking violently, and together with his shrinking pupils, it showed that he was not at peace in his heart.
Amidst the worried shouts and concerns from his teammates, he slowly raised his head--
At that moment, he no longer had anyone in Shiratorizawa in his eyes. On the opposite court, a tall young man had an expressionless face. The moment he faced him, he suddenly raised the corner of his mouth, showing an arrogant expression.
It was like saying to him lightly:
[Want to catch my ball? Sweet dreams can be made a little more real. 】
【Rubbish. 】