"I can't spike as high as spikers do, I can't set as good as setters, but I am the libero. My job is to keep the ball in the air and don't let it hit our court. I'd guard your backs with my life if I had to."
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The Summer Inter-High Preliminaries will started after a few months. Everyone in Karasuno was doing their best to practice.
I pledge to myself that I'll be stronger so I could earn my place on the court. I was practicing with Asahi's spikes for awhile.
Since his spikes were really powerful, me and even Nishinoya had trouble receiving his spikes. But after taking a few of his spikes head on, Nishinoya managed to receive it beautifully.
"Asahi-san! You're spikes are really powerful!" Nishinoya shouted happily at Asahi with his eyes sparkling.
Asahi put a hand on his nape as his cheeks redden a bit. "Oh, uhm, you still caught them anyway."
Nishinoya didn't respond for he was busy admiring the spiker as he stared intently at him. It must have been creepy to Asahi for now he panicked because of the intent stare he was receiving.
After Asahi continued spiking, I got the hang of it and was able to receive one successfully.
"Oh Saru! That was amazing! Asahi-san's spikes are really hard to get hang of at first. But as expected, you're able to receive it nicely!" Nishinoya complemented me as he gave me a wide toothy grin. I smiled and chuckled as I felt my cheeks warm up.
"Getting a compliment on receiving from Nishinoya sure feels nice." I thought to myself.
Our practice continued, the spikers were polishing their spikes while me and Nishinoya strengthen our receives.
Tanaka jumped and spiked the ball at me. I tried to receive it with my arms but the ball rebounded and traveled across the court. "Ah! Sorry!"
"Don't mind, Saru!" I heard Nishinoya's voice as I ran to get the ball. I picked it up and as I was going to go back to the court. I felt someone's hand on my shoulder. I looked behind and saw Shimizu.
"Shimizu-san!" I exclaimed. "Wrapped this around your waist."
She gave me my black track jacket. I tilted my head as I asked her. "Why?"
"You have blood stains on your shorts."
My heart beat went sky rocket. Panic, nervousness, and embarrassment was all I felt.
