Haikyuu: Zero To Almighty

"Calm down, calm down..." Miya Atsumu muttered under his breath.
"You're way too arrogant, you first-year brat!!!" Instead, it was Miya Osamu who roared furiously.
Kaedehara Taichi mused to himself. But—
"Osamu-senpai, I'm not your opponent~"
Standing at the service line, Kaedehara Taichi's expression was calm and composed.
His serves would no longer be a weakness for the team. On the contrary, he was about to give Inarizaki a little surprise.
The players of Inarizaki braced themselves. They had heard Atsumu say that Kaedehara Taichi now possessed a
serve
.
However, since they had never witnessed it firsthand, it was difficult to imagine that the same guy whose serves had been easy pickings for them last time could now demand their full attention.
Kaedehara Taichi steadied the ball in his palm, then gently tossed it into the air, where it traced a graceful arc.
As the ball ascended, he began his approach—his strides swift and powerful, closing in on his ideal jump point. The moment he reached it, his legs exploded with force, launching him into the air like an arrow loosed from a bow.
Midair, Taichi demonstrated remarkable control and coordination, his posture perfectly adjusted. Reaching his peak, he gathered all his strength into his arm, swinging it forward in one fluid motion.
The instant his hand struck the ball, it compressed violently before rocketing toward Inarizaki's court, leaving a faint afterimage in the air.
A right-handed power jump serve—
Ginjima Hitoshi barely had time to bring his arms together before an overwhelming force pried them apart.
The ball smashed into the ground near his feet, then shot back up, nearly grazing his nose before sailing out of bounds.
"Ohhh!! What an explosive serve! Inarizaki couldn't even control the reception!"
"Haha...If that ball had been angled just a bit more, it might've flown into the stands."
Ginjima still rattled, stiffly turned to Atsumu. "Is this what you call
?!!"
"Ahem...
... maybe he's grown just a
bit more..." Atsumu coughed awkwardly.
Osamu took a small step back, eyes narrowing. "What the hell is up with this guy?" Their backline defence needed to tighten up—immediately.
"Osamu, don't back off!" Atsumu called out. "He'll target the front row instead."
"Tch, don't feed me fake intel again, Atsumu." Though grumbling, Osamu reluctantly returned to his position.
Kaedehara Taichi remained composed, a faint smile curling at his lips.
A left-handed float serve, aimed directly at Osamu!
The ball drifted deceptively toward Inarizaki's front row. It seemed slow—almost leisurely—but in the blink of an eye, it was right in front of Osamu.
Osamu steadied his stance, tracking the ball carefully. No sudden dips, no sharp swerves.
Just as he reached out to receive—
There was no impact.
The ball
follow its expected trajectory downward. Instead, it continued floating past him by a fist's distance—before plummeting
behind him!
Atsumu lunged forward, but it was too late.
The ball struck the court behind Osamu.
Osamu turned, locking eyes with Atsumu, who had run up beside him.
Things were starting to look bad.
Coach Kurosu Norimune stood at the sidelines, his expression dark. He hadn't even used a timeout when Oikawa Toru was serving—yet here they were.
Starting a match by being forced to call a timeout...That hadn't happened since the twins' first year.
And it wasn't because Inarizaki was playing poorly.
It was because Aoba Johsai was just
Up until now, the only team that had made Inarizaki feel this pressure was Itachiyama, the reigning king.
"Facing Aoba Johsai's relentless serving assault, Inarizaki wisely calls for a timeout to break their momentum."
"Trailing by five points right out of the gate—this must be an unthinkable scenario for a championship-favorite team like Inarizaki."
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Kaedehara Taichi prepared for his third serve.
"I got it!" Atsumu stepped forward. Right now, he was the one most familiar with Taichi's serves, having trained with him at the Youth National Camp.
It was a left-handed power jump serve—not as fast or as heavy as his right-handed one, but loaded with vicious spin.
Atsumu received it cleanly, though the ball veered toward the sidelines.
Osamu sprinted into position, signalling toward the right wing.
From the back row, Ojiro Aran began his approach. Osamu's set wasn't as precise as Atsumu's, but handling imperfect sets was part of a true ace's job.
The ball soared high over the right side. Ojiro Aran charged forward and leaped.
"Double block!"
Iwaizumi Hajime and Kindaichi Yūtarō sprang up, forming a solid wall.
Aran had already picked his target—the noticeably shorter Iwaizumi.
"One touch!"
Against a spike from one of the nation's top five aces, Iwaizumi Hajime's block stood firm!
Kaedehara Taichi received the ball cleanly, and Oikawa Tōru sent a set to the left wing. Kunimi Akira leapt up.
"Not a chance!" Suna Rintarō and Miya Osamu sealed off his attack route.
Kunimi gently tipped the ball over their hands, sending it toward the open space behind them.
"Damn brat!" Ginjima Hitoshi lunged forward, barely managing to save it.
"Cover!"
At that moment, Miya Atsumu lunged in a low stance, instantly positioning himself under the ball, and lifted it with both hands.
In midair, a figure was already waiting.
Miya Osamu spiked the ball down.
The volleyball slammed into Aoba Johsai's court.
They had perfected it to an unbelievable degree.
Miya Osamu had jumped again immediately after blocking because he trusted that, even in what seemed like a defensive situation, Atsumu would forcefully set up an ultra-fast attack.
When everyone thought it was impossible—
"What a shame, I thought I could get five points in a row." Kaedehara Taichi sighed. Coming back from a timeout, his touch was slightly off—his left-handed jump serve had been a bit too direct.
Miya Osamu's brow twitched as he gritted his teeth.
The serve rotated to Inarizaki.
As soon as the whistle blew, Suna Rintarō fired off a sudden serve—but this time, Aoba Johsai was ready.
Watari Shinji delivered a perfect reception, and Oikawa Tōru immediately set the ball to the centre. From the back row, Iwaizumi Hajime sprinted forward and jumped.
"Double block!"
Ojirō Aran and the towering Ōmimi Ren, standing at 190 cm, formed a solid wall in front of him.
Even without a step-in, their block height completely covered Iwaizumi from below. Ōmimi looked at his fellow third-year opposite with a trace of sympathy.
But Aoba Johsai's players were different. Even if Iwaizumi didn't spike often anymore, they hadn't forgotten—he had carried Aoba Johsai's offence for the past two years.
"Go, Iwaizumi!"
Iwaizumi's right arm tensed, his muscles standing out sharply under the lights, radiating explosive power.
Ōmimi's arms buckled, failing to maintain proper blocking form, and the ball dropped past him.
Miya Atsumu reacted instantly, diving forward to save it.
Ginjima had to cover, sending the ball to the left wing, where Miya Osamu barely managed to spike.
Kunimi's eyes flashed. He resisted the urge to block—if he didn't completely shut it down, it would be meaningless.
Oikawa smoothly dug the ball back up, sending it toward the left wing. Only then did Kunimi take a step and jump.
"Damn it!"
Miya Osamu had just landed, and once again, that first-year was attacking at the perfect moment!
"I got it!"
Ojirō Aran swiftly moved into position, his large hands—angled in front of Kunimi.
Kunimi calmly set the ball to the centre.
Iwaizumi slammed the ball down.
"Point! Aoba Johsai's first-year, Kunimi Akira, just toyed with Inarizaki's blockers!"
"Despite the physical disadvantage against the second and third-years on the other side, Kunimi used his intelligence to win that rally!"
Kunimi, expressionless, muttered, "Strange…our opponents aren't as strong as I expected."
Miya Osamu's glare sharpened.
One after another, they were getting way too arrogant!
"Oh, nothing." Kunimi replied nonchalantly.
But in truth, he had been speaking to himself.
In their previous match, his performance had been completely unimpressive. But watching Kaedehara Taichi and Kindaichi Yūtarō's backs, Kunimi had felt that he
be doing something too.
After serious training, returning to face Inarizaki again—Kunimi realized something.
The serve rotated.
Kindaichi Yūtarō stepped up to the service line, looking at the backs of Kunimi and Kaedehara Taichi.
He felt like he was once again the weakest first-year.
But this time, he wasn't on the bench—he was on the court, fighting alongside them!
Kaedehara Taichi was getting stronger and stronger. Kunimi was starting to find his drive.
Kindaichi was proud to be part of this Aoba Johsai first-year trio.
He might not be as smart as them, but when it came to effort—he had never held back!
Kindaichi's powerful jump serve shot across the court, arcing straight toward Inarizaki's back row!