I'm only a weakling | haikyuu

𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗡𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗲𝗻: 𝗟𝗼𝘀𝘁

The world is but a canvas,

to our imagination.

*

The final crucial ball of the qualifying championship fell to Ushijima. He came to the serving line, holding the volleyball firmly in his hands.

You stood in front of him. You blinked and looked back at his stern expression and the black aura behind him that almost seemed to become solid.

The pain of the volleyball hitting your face just now came to mind again.

So, in this tense situation, you did something for the first time in your life: you crossed your hands and protected the back of your head.

Even Ushijima paused for a second.

"Pfft." Tendo couldn't hold it in and burst out laughing immediately. Oikawa on the opposite side said sarcastically:

"Oh, Dynamite, you have to protect your head well. Otherwise, you might get injured by a certain 'cannon,' and I'm afraid you'll have to go to the hospital." His words ended with a mocking tone, making the situation even more tense.

Ushijima thought for a moment, then said seriously, "Well, we should take precautions."

Ohira sweated nervously. 'No, there's no need to emphasize that!'

However, the countdown for serving didn't allow for much talking.

As the countdown was about to end, Ushijima threw the volleyball without changing his expression.

In the few seconds when he was moving, Oikawa turned his head slightly, and his eyes met Watari's at the back. Seeing Watari's calm eyes, his heartbeat slowed down a little, but at the same time—

'Did you expect Dynamite to be more intimidating than Ushiwaka?'

With a "bang," Ushijima's hand hit the volleyball hard. The ball instantly accelerated and flew towards Aoba Johsai's court like a rocket.

But just when everyone thought it was over, an unexpected loud noise sounded: "Bang!"

Watari gritted his teeth, his face slightly strained, but he still managed to receive the ball.

Although the route was off, for Aoba Johsai at this moment, keeping the ball from landing was a victory.

"Well done!" Even at the critical moment, Oikawa didn't forget to encourage his teammates. He stepped back a few steps, his eyes fixed on the volleyball in front of him.

"Iwa-chan!"

Iwaizumi appeared in front of the net, and Tendou's eyes were fixed on his movements. But even with the huge pressure in front of him, Iwaizumi remained calm.

"Wait a minute!"

The volleyball was lifted accurately to Iwaizumi's highest hitting point, and the timing of his jump was perfect.

"Bang!" The ball was hit over the block. Tendou, who was a second too slow, only managed to touch the tail and watched the ball pass by.

"Touch the ball once!" Ohira reminded loudly. Yamagata gritted his teeth, stepped back a few steps, moved to the outside of the boundary, and received it fiercely at the right moment.

It was perfect timing. Yamagata showcased his superb skills as Shiratorizawa's libero.

"Good, strong coordination!" Sugawara exclaimed in surprise. It wasn't very noticeable earlier, but now, during this critical moment, Shiratorizawa's strong teamwork, which often gets overshadowed by their absolute strength, began to shine.