我打排球真的很弱 by 斯诺克 (Snooker)
"But everyone thinks I am very strong."
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Kobayashi Aotori, who was once an "ordinary person" in the volleyball club, has now transmigrated to become the "volleyball genius" who just defeated Kageyama.
Deciding to stay a...
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AS Kobayashi Aotori returned home, the others also gradually went back to their schools—
ITACHIYAMA
"Ah, so that's how it is, it looks like Aotori has become even more scary," "Can we just say it's expected of him?" "Speaking of which, does Aotori even have any weaknesses?"
A circle of teammates surrounded Komori, chatting and laughing about the insights and experiences from the National Youth Intensive Training Camp.
Komori responded a few times, then casually glanced over and saw Sakusa Kiyoomi sitting alone on a chair through the gap in the crowd.
Sakusa had his hands crossed on his knees, head slightly lowered, and his mind rapidly processing the matches and interactions with those people at the National Youth Intensive Training Camp. His brain kept replaying everyone's moves in those close encounters—
Komori Motoya's face showed a hint of concern. He gently pushed aside the classmates in front of him and barely uttered a sound: "...Saku..."
"It's not enough."
A calm voice suddenly rang out, making everyone pause. The lively atmosphere halted, and everyone instinctively looked toward the source of the voice—
Sakusa Kiyoomi slightly bent forward, his deep eyes filled with an emotion called "focus."
He seemed to be in a peculiar state, and everyone couldn't help but calm down the moment they saw him.
Sakusa's expressionless face behind the mask gazed silently at the wall in front of him. Komori Motoya, who walked to his side, naturally understood what he was talking about.
—Kobayashi Aotori's pace is too fast.
It's not about catching up to them, but rather he is already ahead of them.
That feeling of being so close yet so far, it hasn't changed since the Interhigh Tournament, has it?
Komori Motoya's expression suddenly changed, revealing a helpless look.
...Speaking of which, we knew this long ago, didn't we? From the first time we saw that bastard's serve—the kind of distance that seems so close yet is so far away, it makes people feel extremely powerless.
—And yet, it's impossible to hate this guy, damn it!!
Since that's the case, we can only fight as hard as we can, right? After all...the lack of a direct confrontation last time must have been something that left Sakusa with unresolved feelings. Komori Motoya showed a helpless smile, but the fighting spirit in his eyes grew stronger.
—So, let the direct confrontation that was missing last time—
