Haikyuu: Zero To Almighty

Date Tech to serve. Koganegawa Kanji stepped up to the endline.
"Give it a good one!"
Koganegawa tossed the ball and charged forward with powerful strides.
The ball grazed the top of the net and zipped over at a blistering speed!
"Not bad at all!" Kaedehara Taichi's eyes lit up—he hadn't expected
Koganegawa to develop such a solid serve.
Nakamori Daiki received it square on.
"Cover!"
"I got it!"
The ball hovered close to the net. With his back turned toward it, Kunimi Akira jumped and gently lifted it high.
Futakuchi Kenji braced himself. He knew it would happen
—no matter the position, he would launch an attack.
Kaedehara Taichi rushed forward from the back row and leapt up.
"Triple block!" Obara Yutaka, Fukiage Jingo, and Onagawa Tarō jumped in unison.
A powerful wipe-off attack!
The ball sailed just above Onagawa's block, crashing toward the back of Date Tech's court.
It ricocheted off Futakuchi Kenji's hand and flew out of bounds.
Point—Kaedehara Taichi.
"Still not ready yet?" Taichi grinned as he glanced toward Date Tech's bench. "If you don't get in now, you might lose your chance."
The moment Kimura Ryōta met the gaze of Taichi's dark eyes, his breath hitched
Until just now, Ryōta had been fully immersed in the match. He'd thought he'd moved past
feeling.
But he couldn't keep running anymore.
Fire blazed in Kimura Ryōta's eyes. The reason he stood on Date Tech's court—was so that one day, he could stand across from Kaedehara Taichi like this…and face him head-on.
Coach Oiwake caught the
in Ryōta's eyes and knew he couldn't hold him back anymore. Right now, the team did need a stronger front-line
and
And there was no better teacher than the pressure of real battle.
"Oh? You're really coming in, huh?" Taichi looked at the stiff-faced Ryōta walking onto the court, a subtle, amused smile curling at his lips.
Kyōtani Kentarō walked up to serve, while Taichi returned to the front row.
"Alright, alright—do whatever you want," Kunimi muttered as he met Taichi's gaze, unable to suppress a sigh.
Kyōtani tossed the ball high and launched into a jump serve.
Sakunami Kōsuke barely managed to dig it out—the ball veered hard to the right.
"I got it!" Kimura Ryōta swiftly covered and set the ball steadily toward the left side.
Obara Yutaka jumped for the spike.
"His form is good. Definitely a promising first-year," Taichi thought.
"Triple block!" Kaedehara Taichi, Kunimi Akira, and Kindaichi Yūtarō jumped together.
—!
Obara couldn't squeeze past the triple block to aim a cross shot, and with Taichi looming right in front of him, there was no angle left to attack.
Obara twisted midair and gently tapped the ball over the block—it floated toward the back row of Seijoh.
"Chance ball!"
Nakamori Daiki's first touch was spot on. Kunimi jumped and set the ball.
Kimura Ryōta watched helplessly as Taichi darted across the front, despite Ryōta having stayed in the right-wing the whole time. He still couldn't catch up.
Taichi leapt in a horizontal sprint, and the ball met him in perfect rhythm.
Ryōta had barely jumped when the ball soared over his head and pounded into Date Tech's court.
Kaedehara Taichi—point.
"Hmm? Didn't they sub you in to boost the block?" Taichi tilted his head, looking innocently confused. "Funny, 'cause I could've sworn I just hit into an empty net."
"Don't sweat it, Kimura—next ball!" Futakuchi Kenji called from the back.
"Yes, sir!" Ryōta shouted back, as if trying to shake off his fear with sheer volume.
Whistle.
Kyōtani served his second ball.
The ball flew toward Date Tech's baseline with heavy sidespin.
"Save it!" Futakuchi shouted.
—it almost slipped right past him.
Sakunami dove and pushed the ball back into play—but they had no attack left. Futakuchi simply bumped it over.
"Chance ball!"
Yahaba Shigeru's pass was clean. Kunimi rose to set
Taichi appeared on the left.
"Double block!" Obara and Fukiage leapt together.
This time, Date Tech's front line was laser-focused on Taichi.
The ball hit the floor.
But it wasn't from Taichi.
Kunimi Akira had scored with a setter dump.
"???"
"We didn't even see it…"
In truth, the entirety of Date Tech's defence had focused solely on Kaedehara Taichi.
Three straight points for Aoba Johsai. Date Tech's hard-fought balance with Seijoh had suddenly crumbled.
"Time out—Date Tech."
"Ughh, this sucks! Date Tech keeps ruining the flow of the game…" someone in the audience groaned.
Moniwa Kaname bit down on his lip. That's how you could tell—
to stay even with Seijoh, Date Tech had already been expending everything they had.
The players trudged off the court with heavy steps, surrounding Coach Oiwake. The tightly contested set had slipped from their fingers, and the widening point gap left them visibly shaken.
"I'm sorry…" Kimura Ryōta said softly. The team had burned two substitutions just to get him in,
"Don't be dumb.
mess has nothing to do with you," Futakuchi said, half-mocking but with an encouraging tone.
Coach Oiwake exchanged a glance with Fukiage, then grabbed the strategy board and spoke quickly:
"
—you don't need to get too hung up on those quicks.
Seijoh's just barely managing to mimic that Taichi–Oikawa combo from back in the day. But they
actually recreate it."
"Huh? Coach, what do you mean?" Futakuchi asked.
It made sense—the suffocating atmosphere on the court had come from those unstoppable quicks.
With that kind of offensive pressure looming, it was getting harder and harder to breathe.
"From what I saw in the Seijoh–Karasuno match, Kunimi only
picked up that kind of setting. More importantly
"
"The
is the first touch! Without a perfect receive, Kunimi can't pull that set off at all."
"Now that you mention it…" Futakuchi thought back to Taichi's last two spikes—both had come after Date Tech had sent over free balls.
To be honest, even Taichi's regular spikes were nearly impossible to block. If you thought of it like that,
—at the end of the day, it was still just one point.
"So the way to deal with Taichi—is to start with everyone
!" Futakuchi declared. "We rebuild our offence from the ground up, and claw our way back in—step by step!"
"Yeah!!"
"Ryōta, show them what you're made of," Futakuchi said suddenly, slapping Ryōta hard on the back.
Ryōta froze. That might've been the first time Futakuchi-senpai had ever called him by name.
"Don't worry, Ryōta! I'll give you some nice tosses too!" Koganegawa said boisterously.
"Just don't hit Coach again, Koganegawa," Futakuchi teased.
"Senpai! We said we
talk about
anymore!"
Watching his seniors bounce back so quickly in the face of a powerhouse opponent, Ryōta suddenly found himself looking at them in a new light—so strong, so bright.
"I'll give it everything I've got!"
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Kyōtani Kentarō was feeling pretty good with his form today, so he went for another sidespin serve.
The volleyball clipped the antenna on top of the net, sending it flying out of bounds.
Kyōtani Kentarō: "…."
Referee: "…."
After confirming that it wasn't intentional, the line judge jogged over and restored the antenna.
Kyōtani's serve was ruled out.
Point to Date Tech.
"
—hahaha! Mad Dog-senpai, your aim is something else!" Taichi laughed out loud without restraint.
"Shut it, Taichi!"
Serve rotation.
.
Obara Yutaka launched a powerful jump serve, which Kyōtani Kentarō managed to receive.
Yahaba Shigeru filled in, setting the ball high to the left wing. Kaedehara Taichi leapt for the spike.
"Triple block!!"
Fukiage Jingo, Kimura Ryōta, and Futakuchi Kenji all jumped together.
"Coach Oiwake was right—as long as the first touch isn't perfect, Kunimi Akira won't try running the super quick with Kaedehara Taichi!"
Futakuchi Kenji's confidence surged.
Date Tech's overall blocking ability was no joke. Kaedehara realised there was barely any room left—whether down the line or cross-court.
Without hesitation, Tachi slammed the ball against Kimura Ryōta's arm.
"
—that had the same impact as one of Aone-senpai's full-power spikes!" Kimura Ryōta clenched his teeth as the ball ricocheted off his forearms.
"No worries! I've got it!" Obara Yutaka scrambled into position, taking a step past the baseline and managing to pass the ball back toward the net.
"Ryōta!"
Koganegawa Kanji jumped for the set.
Even Aoba Johsai's players heard his call—and judging by the tone, even if that
half-brother of Kindaichi wasn't usually deceptive, Kunimi still leapt to block him—just in case.
The set went to the left wing.
Kimura Ryōta ran in from the side and jumped at the net.
Gasps rose from the crowd. Now that both players were on opposite sides of the net, the resemblance was even more striking!
"Double block!"
Kaedehara Taichi and Kindaichi Yūtarō went up together.
The ball pounded into Aoba Johsai's right side, landing just inside the 3-meter line.
Point scored by Kimura Ryōta!
"YEAH!!"
After holding back for so long, Kimura Ryōta let out a roar—finally scoring his first point of the match!
"Nice hit, Ryōta!"
"Do it again!"
;
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,
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"
, aside from that brat from Fukurōdani, this guy's the strongest first-year I've seen this year," Taichi admitted, sounding surprised.
"Not bad, not bad. No wonder he chose to model himself after me.
and a solid player too." Taichi nodded with satisfaction.
"Hah! You got blocked by that kid, and
scored on you—and you're still running your mouth?" Kyōtani sneered.
"
, that's only 'cause he didn't spike it in my direction," Taichi replied instantly. "But speaking of which, Mad Dog-senpai…wasn't his spike aimed
?"
Kyōtani fell silent, lips tightening. He stopped responding to Taichi.
Date Tech continued serving.
Obara Yutaka launched his second serve.
Yahaba received it, and Kunimi Akira once again moved to set the ball to the left wing.
At Taichi's signal, the set was a full palm taller than the previous one.
Kaedehara Taichi soared.
"Triple block!"
The Date Tech front row jumped confidently. Having blocked him once before, they believed they could do it again—
A gust of wind seemed to follow the spike. The ball brushed past Kimura Ryōta's fingertips and crashed hard onto Date Tech's backline.
A wipe-off spike!
Kaedehara Taichi scores again!
"How about it, first-year Kimura—wanna give
a try?" Taichi grinned brightly.
"Don't talk to that monster," Futakuchi Kenji said firmly, cutting off his own teammate before he could respond to Kaedehara.
Serve rotation.
.
Kindaichi Yūtarō went for a powerful jump serve, and Sakunami Kōsuke received it.
Koganegawa Kanji moved quickly into place and jumped to set—Date Tech's front line launched a synchronised attack from all three positions!
"Don't rush it!" Taichi shouted.
The Aoba Johsai front row subtly converged near the centre of the net—they didn't get distracted by Date Tech's decoys.
Koganegawa's set flew.
"Left side!"
The three blockers locked eyes on the trajectory and shifted toward the left wing in unison, moving in a crossover step.
"Triple block!" Yūki Yōji, Kunimi Akira, and Kaedehara Taichi all jumped together.
Kimura Ryōta's sharp cross shot was smothered under Kaedehara's hand.
The ball slammed into Date Tech's court and bounced up.
Aoba Johsai scores with a stuff block.
"No way?!!"
Kimura Ryōta's eyes widened—he was sure he had avoided the blockers.
"Didn't your Aone-senpai ever teach you?" Taichi narrowed his eyes, smiling, "That path you saw? I
you see it."