62: Back to Shiratorizawa

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MIYAGI PREFECTURE, SHIRATORIZAWA

"Ha! Blocked!"

Tendou's iconic voice echoed through the gym. On the opposite side, Goshiki, who had unfortunately been blocked, held his breath. The next moment, his face turned slightly red, and his body trembled with shame and anger as Tendou exaggeratedly boasted in a low voice.

Nearby, Semi Eita looked disapprovingly at Tendou, who was clearly "bullying" his junior. "You, tone it down a bit."

How many balls have you blocked from him these days? This guy's really going to explode from anger!

Tendou raised his chin, puffed out his rabbit-like mouth, and extended a finger, waving it lightly in front of a few people with a smug expression:

"It's a relief Aotori isn't here, so I must seize the chance to block more balls!"

"That bastard..." Semi Eita realized that it was Aotori who had attracted most of the hatred before, almost making him forget that Tendou used to be Shiratorizawa's main provocateur.

...Even though now, Tendou's mocking skills haven't weakened, he just uses Aotori as his weapon for taunting.

He remembered a few days ago, during the training match between Shiratorizawa and Aoba Johsai, how Tendou used Aotori to provoke Oikawa to the point of nearly bursting:

"Oh~ As expected of the captain, your serve is really impressive, but— we have Aotori~"

"Oh oh oh, nice spike! Is it, Little Mad Dog? But—"

"We have Aotori~~!"

Semi felt his mind was already brainwashed by this phrase.

Shirabu glanced at everyone with his dead fish eyes. As expected... without Aotori, everyone was more or less a little uncomfortable.

—Even Ushijima-senpai, without Aotori, no one could receive his spikes properly.

As Ushijima passed by, Shirabu looked at him, and Ushijima, puzzled, glanced back, only to find Shirabu had already averted his gaze.

Suddenly—

The door of Shiratorizawa's gym resounded with crisp knocks, drawing everyone's attention. The door opened, and a tall, familiar figure walked in—

Everyone's pupils contracted.

The young man was still dressed in familiar white top and black bottom outfit; the white T-shirt had the word "Invincible" printed on it. He carried a black bag, showing a hint of the distinctive purple and white of Shiratorizawa's uniform inside.

His navy-blue short hair seemed to have grown to mid-length, tied into a low bun at the back, with a few stray strands on his forehead. The person impatiently brushed aside the strands with his hand, his long, narrow hazel eyes looking lazy.

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