I'm only a weakling | haikyuu

𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗧𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗲: 𝗔 𝗠𝗮𝗻 𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗹

Knew you were special,

from the moment i saw you.

*

With a loud thud, the volleyball seemed to carry an extra burst of energy, igniting a trail of white vapor.

The movement was crisp and precise, executed with such familiarity it seemed as natural as walking or drinking water. The volleyball cut through the air effortlessly—

It goes past Ushijima's eyes and into Yamagata's view. By the time his body began to react, the sound of the ball hitting the court echoed throughout the gym.

The ball landed perfectly on the line, demonstrating accuracy as if you had practiced this serve a million times.

Everyone's mouths dropped open. The coach, seated not far away, stood up with a start, watching you display a strength far beyond any junior high school competitions he had ever seen. His breathing quickened.

Even the smile on Tendou's face vanished. He stared at the spot where the ball had landed while his heart was pounding in his chest.

'W-What... That ball... The speed, power, and precision—it's almost inhuman,' thought Shirabu, looking at the indifferent you with a complex expression. 'Is someone like him even real?'

After serving a ball that felt incredibly smooth, you were puzzled by everyone's silence until Coach Washijō's deep voice broke the silence:

"How many of those can you do?"

You had never been asked such a question before. In your previous world, the players knew you were powerful in every aspect, so they rarely showed much reaction.

You, who considered yourself "ordinary," never realized how exceptional your abilities and presence were, nor how rare each serve was to others.

However, thanks to the "two-dimensional" aspect and your healthy new body, you can now clearly feel your enhanced vision, spirit, physical strength, and reflexes, significantly stronger than in your previous life.

In sports, having a good body is half the battle.

You stood still, raising your eyebrows as you processed the coach's question. For a moment, you couldn't grasp the true meaning behind the stern-faced man's words.

What does he mean by "those"?

Does he want me to serve a better one next time? Or maybe a jump serve?

Your expression grew slightly more serious.

But then you thought, I'm just an ordinary player. I can't accurately estimate the situation. I don't always know what kind of serve to use or when to block the net.

So, everyone watched as you suddenly pulled your lips into the front of a smile and said, "My skills are limited. I can only serve a basic serve each time."

'Limited?'

'Only?'

'Basic serve?'

Almost everyone looked aggravated. Though they knew they couldn't serve like that, and were aware of your tendency to be arrogant and to mock, this was just too irritating.

Was he implying that we couldn't even manage to do a "basic" serve?

The coach also had a frozen expression. He squinted at you and then exhaled sharply. "I don't care about your attitude. Shiratorizawa only needs strong players."

"Your skills are certainly enough for the national level, but Shiratorizawa has no place for those who don't give their all! Whether you're a genius or a fool, I only care about the final result!"