The King Has Arrived
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Last published Sat, Sep 25, 2021
This is a story about Hinata, and how he is a gang leader. Yea, he is still in high school. But a lot of the boys that play volleyball in Japan are in his gang, and they are slowly rising in popularity, making Hinata one of the most wanted people in the world. Of course, no one besides the gang knows what he looks like. But will that change soon? If so, who would tell, and when. Let's see.
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