I'm only a weakling | haikyuu

Prologue

A light rain fell outside the window, casting a calm silence over the two-story building by the street. Vines climbed up the walls, and the balcony on the second floor was decorated with well-thought-out luxurious greenery.

Under the eaves, you sat at a round table with a cup of hot tea in hand. You sighed contentedly, enjoying the peaceful moment.

There was a hint of complexity and sorrow in your voice. Your face remained calm, but your heart was in turmoil—

Why on earth did I end up in Haikyuu?

And, what's more, you had somehow become the spiker for Kosen Academy, the team that defeated Kitagawa Daiichi, where Kageyama played.

Although you had just graduated, you couldn't ignore the headline in the newspaper.

Holding the newspaper in one hand, you were so angry that your other hand that's holding the teacup, was shaking.

The photo took up half the page, showing you jumping into the air with your hair flying elegantly, and one hand spiking the volleyball.

Your expression was focused on the other side of the court, where Kageyama was playing. There was a hint of amusement in your surprised look, lacking the intensity and passion typical of a game.

The headline read: "A Genius Foreign Volleyball Transfer Student: The Arrogance of a Genius!!"

You couldn't remember if this character existed in the original anime or if it was a new addition caused by your presence. Had this guy ever thought about taking responsibility for the situation?

Below the photo was an excerpt from an interview with the original you:

Reporter: "Congratulations on leading Kosen Academy to the national competition! From what I understand, you transferred from abroad less than six months ago. Do you have any thoughts on the upcoming competition?"

Original body: "No, I don't plan to continue competing in national competitions."

Reporter (stunned and shocked): "What?! You're quitting volleyball?! Why?!"

Original body: "Ah... partly because I need to prepare for exams."

Reporter (eagerly): "What about the other reason?"

Original body: "Nothing interesting."

Reporter (disheartened): "What...?"

Original body: "This level of competition... is what you call a volleyball game?" (turns to leave)

The current you buried your head in your hands on the table.

You unconsciously thought of Ushijima's powerful "cannon" smash, the iron wall, and the great king's unstoppable serve.

With a sigh, you lay on the table helplessly. It's not a big deal if I don't join the volleyball club in the future. I'll just go to a school that doesn't focus on volleyball. With the protagonists around, the volleyball world will soon forget about me, a guy who dared to be 'disappointed in Japanese volleyball.

You regained your composure and prepared to head back inside to read when the doorbell suddenly rang downstairs.

Confused, you walk down the stairs, wearing a white T-shirt on your upper body and black shorts below. Though not highly obvious, your leg muscles exuded power, lending you a swift and agile walk.

Reaching the door, you accepted the delivery from the delivery guy, closed the door, and returned to the first-floor living room sofa to unpack the package.

"Hmm, what's this? A stack of papers?"

You emptied the contents, expecting nothing else.

You picked up the papers and examined them closely— [Shiratorizawa Admission Notice]