Haikyuu: Zero To Almighty

For Aoba Johsai, today marked their first match at Tokyo Metropolitan Gymnasium.
Yesterday, Nekoma had secured a
victory, advancing to the second round. The moment Kiyokawa lost the first set, the Aoba Johsai players had already been certain of Nekoma's win.
For most of Seijoh's team, it didn't matter much which team advanced—after all, their connection with Nekoma was limited to a single practice match.
However, their
had apparently formed an unusual friendship with Nekoma's setter after that match.
When Taichi visited Tokyo before nationals, Kenma had taken good care of him. Out of both sentiment and reason, the team had naturally started rooting for Nekoma's victory.
Now, the long-awaited match had arrived.
Returning to Spring High Nationals for the
, their
appearance in five years.
Returning to Spring High Nationals for the
, their
appearance in five years.
"Now, let's introduce the starting lineups for both teams!"
, the mastermind behind Seijoh's offence and a masterful setter with an all-around skill set.
, a middle blocker who excels at reading attacks and shutting them down.
, the team's defensive anchor and a powerhouse wing spiker.
, the quiet yet dependable libero, the unseen backbone of Seijoh.
, the
who shone brilliantly at Interhigh.
, the team's tallest player and a key blocker.
, a relentless, unpredictable outside hitter with ferocious attacks.
, an all-around middle blocker, widely recognized as one of the best in the country.
, a dependable third-year outside hitter known for his composure and steady play.
, the team's aggressive second-year ace.
, the brains of Nekoma—an unassuming setter who effortlessly lures opponents into his traps.
, an unpredictable outside hitter with an incredibly diverse attack range.
, a first-year middle blocker with raw athleticism and terrifying natural talent.
"Ladies and gentlemen, please give a round of applause for both teams as they prepare for an intense showdown!"
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The last time Aoba Johsai competed at Nationals, they were barely noticed.
Back then, their opening match had been met with scattered applause at best. Compared to the host team from Tokyo, and even against powerhouses like Inarizaki from Hyōgo and Mujinazaka from Ōita, Seijoh's cheering section had seemed almost nonexistent.
But this time—
A
filled the stands.
In the front row, two Aoba Johsai students, dressed in school uniforms, unfurled a massive banner, hanging it prominently over the railing facing the court.
The bold declaration loomed over Nationals for all to see!
"Whoa, that's…a pretty intense slogan."
"I've never seen that school before…Do they even know what it means to put up a banner like that on this stage?"
Some spectators murmured among themselves, but the Seijoh students paid no mind.
This was their first time experiencing Nationals firsthand.
"Good thing we made it in time—these banners were heavy!"
"I had no idea our volleyball team was
strong—this is way beyond what I expected!"
"This is my first time watching a volleyball match in person!"
The voice of Hirata Mitsuaki, Seijoh's strict faculty advisor, cut through the chatter. Standing at the very front, he firmly motioned for the students to stay in order. His gestures were sharp and commanding, instantly refocusing their attention.
At his command, a group of students emerged from the crowd, instruments in hand.
Dressed in crisp uniforms, their faces shone with confidence and anticipation. They carried a full ensemble—trumpets, flutes, saxophones, percussion. It was clear they had prepared meticulously for this moment.
Another order and the cheerleaders swiftly assembled at the walkways on both sides of the stands.
With the brass band and cheer squad now in position, the atmosphere ignited.
Hirata lifted his hand one final time—
And with one grand motion, music erupted from the band.
The cheerleaders waved their pom-poms and ribbons with electric energy, their voices rising in perfect rhythm.
The roar of the crowd surged like waves, sweeping across the entire stadium!
"Whoa, I can't even tell who the home team is anymore. There are way too many people cheering for them!" Lev Haiba said enviously.
"If you play well, people will cheer for you," Yaku Morisuke replied offhandedly. "Speaking of which, where's Akane-chan? And Lev's sister?"
Just as Yaku finished speaking, Yamamoto Akane and Alisa Haiba appeared at the front of Nekoma's cheering section.
"Ehehe!" Akane giggled excitedly, leading the cheers with a megaphone.
"Where's Kenma? Hiding again?" Yamamoto Taketora searched around.
"Don't bother him, Yamamoto," Kuroo Tetsurō held him back and gestured toward the court.
Kozume Kenma stood still, his gaze fixed on the empty court. He seemed eerily quiet.
"Kenma's never been too invested in winning or losing, so he often comes across as lacking enthusiasm…"
"But right now, this silence—it's different. Kenma is
the game before it even begins."
"Alright! Same routine as always!" Kuroo raised his hand.
"—We are the blood." Nekoma's players gathered in a huddle. "We must flow smoothly, delivering oxygen, so the 'brain' can function properly!"
This time, Kenma didn't resist his teammates' enthusiasm. Though it was subtle, there was a faint trace of excitement in his expression.
"Let's go!"

.
.
Against an opponent like Nekoma, the key was to strike hard from the very beginning—take them down before they could fully adapt.
Even just standing on the court, Aoba Johsai's players exuded an overwhelming presence.
Aoba Johsai to serve first. Oikawa Tōru stepped up to the service line.
Having not played a match yesterday, Aoba Johsai's players were at a slight disadvantage in terms of adjusting to the venue compared to Nekoma.
But as a seasoned setter, Oikawa had already committed every aspect of the environment to memory—the size of the court, the height of the ceiling, the elasticity of the floor, and even the brightness of the overhead lights.
First Serve—
Oikawa tossed the ball high into the air.
"
"
The familiar cheer rang out for Oikawa. The Nekoma players tensed instinctively at the sound.
"Here it comes!"
The ball rocketed toward Nekoma's back row like a missile.
Kenma stepped forward.
Oikawa's first serve was successfully received!
"Yaku!!"
The ball rebounded off Kenma's arms, veering out of bounds. The sheer force behind Oikawa's serve was undeniable.
But—
This was Nekoma's defence.
Yaku Morisuke dove, barely reaching the ball and sending it back toward the net.
—
"Lev!!!"
Lev Haiba took off from the back row. For the first time, the grounded cats of Nekoma had a true weapon in the air!
"So high!!"
Lev soared in the front row, his lanky frame making his height even more intimidating.
A less-than-perfect set from the scramble was still well within his range. He struck—
"How is that even—"
Lev's cat-like eyes widened in shock.
.
At this height—where there should have been nothing but open air—
.
The ball was stuffed straight down into Nekoma's court.
Block—
Kenma, thrown off by Oikawa's serve, had no time to react. Yaku, who had chased the ball outside the court, couldn't recover fast enough.
None of them had anticipated it—
The ball hit the ground.
Kaedehara Taichi had scored with a block.
,
,
,
,
;
,
.
A solid skill set—
.
Taichi didn't even spare a glance at Lev, who was glaring at him from across the net. Instead, his eyes locked onto Kenma's.
"Your weapons go beyond just this, don't they, Kenma?"