Nine Lives

Life Nine: Part Three

It was a few weeks before Benjiro even set foot into the gym at Karasuno. It was the first day that Keishin was going to be there, having agreed to be the coach for a limited time only. Ben couldn't think of anything more important so he was currently walking towards the said gym. He couldn't he more excited to see the team play in person. Benjiro had his hands shoved into his black sweatpants as he walked through the open door of the gym. He had walked in during the practice match with a few of the guys that Keishin and himself play with every once in a while. However the first person to notice him wasn't his partner or any of his friends, it was his short and hyper little brother. However he noticed at just the wrong moment and earned a ball in the face.

"An!!?" Shōyō had started calling out to him just as the volleyball made contact with his face.

"Oh that had to hurt." Keishin and Ben mumbled at the same time.

"Benjiro, what are you doing here?" Takeda took notice of the young English teacher next. After that the game was paused for the moment as everyone turned to the new comer.

"I had to see if you truly did managed to get Keishin to coach." Ben grinned as he walked more into the room.

"Sensei?" Kei, Tobio and Tadashi called out in confusion.

"Hey you three." Ben smiled as he waved to them. Then Shōyō suddenly threw himself at his older brother, nearly taking the 187.96 cm man down to the ground. "Oof Shōyō!" He coughed at the sudden pressure hitting his chest. "I know I'm sorry I haven't come and seen you play yet. I heard you guys did very well against Aoba."

"Hey Sensei it's been a while!" Two of the second year members called out. Ben smiled as he turned to see Nishinoya and Tanaka. He waved at the two of then and let out a soft laugh.

"Hinata why are you hugging the teacher?" Tadashi soft voice echoed the gym.

"I thought it would be pretty obvious." Both the Hinata boys answered, standing side by side. Even with Ben being older and nearly a foot taller then Shōyō, the two of them had the same hair and eye colors.

"Everyone this is Hinata Benjiro. He was the Left-wing Spiker back when we were in school." Keishin said as he walked over and put a hand on his shoulder.

"Hey." Benjiro smiled and waved at the volleyball team. "Keishin and I were a pretty unstoppable team in our third year." He grinned. "And ever since of course."

"Wow! I knew your name sounded familiar!" Shōyō gasped out turning to the coach. Ben chuckled at the sudden realization that Shōyō had. Keishin did look a lot different then he did when they were younger and it had been quiet a few years since Keishin had come over to his family house. Not since he bleached his hair and grew it out.

"I'm surprised it took you this long Carrot top." Keishin smirked slightly while crossing his arms. "We are a man short if you want to jump in Ben." He glanced over to his partner who looked just as excited as his little brother did about the idea of playing against each other.

"Well I don't know what I'll do without my setter.." Benjiro joked playfully before tossing his bag that he had on his back to the side of the gym. "But I'll give it a shot." He then jogged over to the side of the court with his friends and the third year ace, Asahi. He nodded at the tall teen with a grin. "Come on smile. You love the game don't you?" He asked but didn't wait for an answer. "Look alive Asahi"

"You know my name?" Asahi blinked surprised.

"Yeah. I started teaching last year so I started paying attention to the team again." Ben hummed as he got into his spot. "After this is over I want to compare our spikes." He said before paying full attention to the game as Keishin blew the whistle.

Playing in the match against the team was a lot of fun. It was a lot more fun inserting himself into the plot in this world. Partly because he wasn't worried about randomly getting attacked and killed but also because Ben was just enjoying himself a lot more then he had been. This world was practically the same was his first world. No supernatural beings to worry about or a lot of violence, at least anything near his own personal self. He was able to grow and just live his last life and if he had to say, it was shaping out to be a pretty good one.