The Birth of A Volleyball Legend

The rest of the game went one-sided, with the freshman team dominating the court without giving the senior team any chance to get out of their slumps. Yuki who was mocked by the crowds for doing nothing in the first set went crazy, taking the initiative to be on the front line.

As a blocker, he was everywhere, always able to form a soft wall in front of the attacker to give his team another chance to attack. And as a hitter, he was unpredictable.

While his spike might look easy to receive from the perspective of the audience, those who had experience playing volleyball knew Yuki was a troublesome opponent. He had a lot of tricks in his arsenal, from dink, block-out, wipe, and even an ordinary spike could be dangerous in his hand.

Still, what made him stand out compared to the others was his defensive area coverage.

Whenever Yuki was on the back, he was always everywhere. It didn't matter what kind of trick the senior team wanted to pull off, he would always be able to read them like an open book. Even Akira and Hisashi who watched from the sideline shaking their head, couldn't understand how Yuki did that.

It was even more mind-blowing for Akira since he knew Yuki had only been exposed to a serious volleyball game in the last two weeks. His movement was flawless, and while his technique was still rough, Yuki made it up with his cleverness. If he trained more for at least two weeks to one month to polish his basic… '

Akira shuddered in excitement at that prospect.

Still, it was the thought for another time, since right now, he had to observe the game closely. With Yuki's all-around performance, coupled with the twins' mobility when they attacked and Riku's guidance as the control tower of their offense, the freshman team was able to push the senior team to the end of their rope.

What amazed everyone was the fact that the two professional players they thought would have big roles in making the game close turned into side characters, their light was stolen by their daughter.

Until…

*BAM!*

"Nice cover, Kobayashi!"

It was another attack by the senior team, and once again, Yuki managed to cover the hole in the wall formed by Maria and Gabriella and received the ball perfectly, sending it to Riku to turn the defense into a quick offense.

After that, he recovered his position quickly, taking a few steps back before starting his run-up. Gabriella and Isabella also did the same, making it another one – and probably the last one of their three prongs attack.

All the senior team's players stepped back, preparing themselves for the attack. However, even from the other side of the net, Yuki and his teammates could see their hearts weren't on the game anymore. With the opponent's unenthusiastic attitude, it was easy for them to pierce their defense.

"Agostini!" Yuki shouted, asking for the ball. It was fitting for him who was the captain to end this troublesome game with this attack.

The moment the ball was sent to him by the blonde boy, Yuki jumped, recoiling his arms to unleash a spike. Ren also jumped too on the other side of the net, trying to stop his attack. However, in a one-on-one game like this, Yuki had so many ways to deal with a blocker, and thinking that this would be the last offense of the game, he decided to go with the finest trick he had on his arsenal.

*Tap!*

"OH! ANOTHER DINK!"

Ren could only stare helplessly as the ball moved in a parabolic route to escape from his hands. Two teammates of his ran forward, trying to save the ball. Unfortunately, they were not quick enough, as the ball fell down the floor first, bounced slowly before it rolled over the court.

"GAME SET – ! The freshman team won!"

Senior 14 11

Freshman 25 25

-A minute earlier-

"Kaede-kun spikes! And – OH! Kobayashi! It is Kobayashi again! He is everywhere, covering the entire court by himself!" Keisuke Hori shouted excitedly.

The crowds also rose from their spot too, trying to have the best view of probably the last scene of the game. Even though the gymnasium was almost empty at this point, the excitement was still there. In fact, it was more intense, considering those who weren't leaving were the ones who were genuinely interested in the game, not just nobody who joined the fun.

"The ball flies high, and now, Agostini is in position, glancing at his teammates around him! The three players, the twin sisters and Kobayashi have already started their run-up, ready to attack! Now, can they seal the game here? What will Agostini do, will it pass to the twins? Or to Kobayashi? Or will he surprise us with – OH!

HE PASSES THE BALL TO KOBAYASHI! AND KOBAYASHI TAPS IT GENTLY! BEAUTIFULLY! KILLING THE GAME FOR THE FRESHMAN TEAM!"

Keisuke Hori spoke like a rapper, so many words were out of his mouth just in a minute. However, no one had a problem with it. No, in fact, he was successful in building tension for the audience, and the moment Yuki scored the last point, cheers erupted immediately from all over the court.

"OH! What a game!"

"Damn! Those two freshmen are amazing!"

"No, my goddesses Gabriella-hime and Isabella-hime are the best!"

"KYA! MATTHEO-SAMA! PLEASE, NOTICE US!"

"MARIA-HIME! PLEASE, STEP ON ME!"

Yuki who was still in a daze after winning the game had a sweat drop on his face after hearing the cheers kept getting more outrageous, especially for the Silvestri family. Fortunately, Riku was still drowning in euphoria, especially when he was surrounded by his 'so-called' who rushed into the court immediately, so he couldn't translate the cheers for the foreigners.

It was a fest for the next few minutes, with the students who watched the game since the beginning trying to strike up a conversation or two with them. Hell, even Yuki who was the villain of the game was also surrounded by several people too, some girls even gave him love letters before running away immediately from the spot, their faces red like a boiled lobster.

And in that moment too… They forgot about their opponent, especially the two players who stormed out of the gymnasium silently.

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