Haikyuu: Zero To Almighty

"Thank you all for responding to our call, especially so soon after the end of Nationals."
Standing before the assembled group of players
was Coach Hibarida Fuki of the Japan Men's National Volleyball Team.
"Today, through this full-team practice, I hope to deepen your camaraderie and also test out some new signals."
"What an incredible lineup. These guys are practically the future national team already..." Whispers floated in from staff members of the Japan Volleyball Association stationed at the sidelines.
"Every player here is a core member of their own team. It's a real shame that some of them will end up on the bench."
"During this one-week camp, I want you to focus on doing what you
do."
Coach Hibarida swept his gaze across the group of athletes, their expressions varied and complex.
"Receiving, setting, positioning
On top of that, you'll need to sync up with teammates you've never worked with before. It's not easy."
"But I believe in you—you've been selected from across the country because I know you
do these things."
"In this one week, I want you to show everything you've learned about volleyball up to this point."
"I look forward to seeing what answers you'll give me on the final day."
"Yes, sir!"
"Lots of familiar faces here," Kaedehara Taichi muttered.
Still,
With how large the selection pool was, he'd thought a few more old acquaintances might show up—like Yamamoto Taketora or Akaashi Keiji.
And since they didn't make it to Nationals, even talented guys like Nishinoya Yū or Goshiki Tsutomu didn't get noticed.
"Each day, the teams will be shuffled and face off in AB, AC, and BC formations. Every team will play four sets a day. The rest of your time is yours to use as you wish."
"Yes, sir!"
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Practice began.
Sakusa Kiyoomi launched a powerful jump serve. Kaedehara Taichi received it cleanly.
"Cover!"
Sarukui Fūto quickly moved in and passed the ball stably toward the front row. Sanada Shunpei jumped for the spike.
Taichi mused.
He'd half expected Sarukui to still carry that arrogant air, even in a setting like this. Looked like Nationals had humbled him.
"Triple block!" Miya Osamu, Hakuba Gao, and Chigaya Eikichi jumped together.
The ball pierced the gap between Chigaya and Hakuba.
"Your spacing on the block is too wide! And the timing's off!" Sakusa barked darkly.
Sakusa received the next ball. Nakamori Daiki jumped from the back row and set it.
"Give me the ball!"
Sakusa leapt for a back-row spike.
The ball soared high to the left. Miya Osamu went up.
"Double block!" Aone and Atsumu jumped to block.
The ball slipped past Atsumu's right side and landed squarely inside Team A's court.
Point to Miya Osamu.
"Hey, why didn't you give the ball to me when I called for it?" Sakusa turned a sharp glare toward Nakamori.
"Huh? What's the problem?" Nakamori replied, unimpressed. "We scored, didn't we?"
"I'm asking
you didn't set to
You impolite little brat from Aoba Johsai."
"And
the one who's being rude!" Nakamori shot back. "Why the hell should I let someone talk to me like that?"
"If you want to lead the offense, then you'd better know how to support your ace."
"Oi, Sakusa, nobody said
were the ace of this team," Miya Osamu interjected, stepping beside Nakamori.
, he thought.
Sakusa's eyes swept over Osamu and Hakuba before he let out a cold snort.
"Hmph.
What's your deal? You think you're some kind of ace now?" Hakuba joined the fray.
"
they sure are fired up!" Kaedehara Taichi laughed.
"Let's jump in too, Taichi!" Atsumu said, practically bouncing with anticipation.
Sanada placed a hand to his forehead. "Stop laughing. We
be breaking them up right now."
"This bunch is seriously combustible..." muttered Suna Rintarō from the sidelines.
"Coach, are you sure this is okay? They all seem to still be holding grudges from Nationals..."
Coach Hibarida, however, looked delighted.
"This is just another form of getting to know each other. Let them blow off some steam on the first day. Bottling it up won't help anyone."
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"Hakuba-senpai, could you teach me how to block?"
During self-practice time, Hyakuzawa Yūdai approached Hakuba Gao.
They had a surprising amount in common.
Hyakuzawa had long been hoping for an opportunity like this—he'd wanted to ask Hakuba some questions for a while.
Hakuba's eyes lit up. Back at Kamomedai, Hoshiumi was always picking on him for his
and Hirugami was half his teacher. So having someone look at him so sincerely was a rare treat.
"Sure thing!" Hakuba answered readily. "Hang on, I'll grab Sachirō and Kōrai too!"
At that moment, the U.S. national team had yet to arrive in Japan. Watching this group of players
the association staff were full of confidence.
"Who says Asian athletes are physically inferior to those Western monsters? This year, we've got
guys over two meters tall."
"And their technique's been honed, too.
I seriously can't wait to see what they'll do when they face the American team."
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Sakusa's spike landed cleanly in the far corner of the court and bounced high off the floor.
"Your setting's still as accurate as ever. It's a shame we didn't get to face off at Nationals."
"Your spiking has gotten even crisper than during our last training camp, Sakusa-senpai," Kageyama Tobio replied blankly.
"You're not retiring after Inter High, are you? If not, that means we still have a shot at a real match."
"Is that so?"
Sakusa Kiyoomi once again rushed to the net and leapt into the air. At just the right moment, the volleyball appeared in front of him.
The ball dropped nearly brushing the net as it fell.
Sakusa couldn't help but praise inwardly.
With Aoba Johsai in Miyagi, the number of qualifying slots for Nationals was naturally
Sakusa had never watched Date Tech's matches before, but the fact that they'd fought Inarizaki to the bitter end in a third set suggested they weren't an easy opponent.
Rather than pondering whether Inarizaki and Karasuno might clash at Nationals, it made more sense to first consider whether Karasuno could even break through Miyagi.
"You guys should focus on getting Miyagi's last remaining ticket first," Sakusa said bluntly.
"Last remaining ticket?" Kageyama Tobio seemed not to catch Sakusa's implied meaning. "If Aoba Johsai wins the Inter-High, Miyagi will still get two spots."
Sakusa: "…"
"What he means," came Suna Rintarō's lazy voice from nearby, "is that one of those spots is already
Aoba Johsai's. It's got nothing to do with the rest of us."
He'd been trying to avoid both the Miya twins and Aoba Johsai's players, but somehow he had ended up over here instead.
"Hello, Suna-senpai," Kageyama greeted him with a polite bow.
"But why is it
for Aoba Johsai?" Kageyama tilted his head, still as stubborn as ever. "We're going to beat them."
Suna Rintarō: "…"
His mind drifted to that terrifyingly silent guy from Date Tech who only ever responded with
His attempt to talk to Kunimi from Aoba Johsai earlier had ended in failure, too.
"Miya-senpai, could you set the ball for me for a while?" Kaedehara Taichi asked with a cheerful smile. "There's something I want to try."
"…Aren't you worried I'll learn all your habits?" Miya Atsumu asked. "Don't get cocky just 'cause you beat us twice."
"I don't mind. I'm not going to lose anyway."
"Then tell me all your preferences. Where you want the ball set, how you're going to spike it."
"Sure."
Taichi's easy agreement made Atsumu pause for a moment.
Taichi smiled and began naturally explaining the details of his spiking form.
"Amazing…These two look like they're getting along?" People around them murmured in disbelief. It was shocking to see Kaedehara Taichi and Miya Atsumu
fighting for once.
Since Aoba Johsai had entered Nationals, the two teams had met three consecutive times. If anything could be called fate, this was it.
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"Do you have to be this detailed? You really don't care about losing to us?" Atsumu asked with a serious face.
Taichi had told him
—his approach patterns, coded signals for different spike types, and even the height and velocity he needed for each type of shot.
"First," Taichi said, "I honestly don't think it'll help you stop me anyway."
"And second…Miya-senpai, you're not going to tell me you think the American team is going to be
to handle, are you?"
He looked Atsumu straight in the eyes.
"I asked Daiki about it. Over there,
They don't have tall, athletic guys like Hakuba-senpai or Hyakuzawa Yūdai who
start training in high school."
"These guys with ridiculous physical abilities are trained with a professional mindset from a young age.
"I bet the ones coming to play us now may be called
but in reality, they've already been pros for a year or two."
"Unlike the others, you could see it in Coach Hibarida and Vice President Katase's faces.
"
"With opponents like
, of course I'm going to be fully prepared."
Atsumu fell silent. He knew exactly how strong the Americans could be, and he understood the fear Taichi was trying to hide under his calm surface.
From the international games so far, the only areas where they
be evenly matched were the setter and libero positions—since those roles didn't rely as heavily on raw physical dominance.
"…You afraid of losing?" Atsumu asked quietly.
"Afraid? No." Taichi's eyes shone bright. "I'm
."
Then, in a voice only he could hear, he muttered to himself:
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"I heard Japan's bringing out their very best for us," said Aaron Russell. "Maybe this match won't be so boring after all."
"You're giving them too much credit, Russell." Taylor Averill lounged on the sofa, legs crossed. "I've been totally disappointed in Japanese volleyball. Even their college guys were
—how can you still expect anything from their high schoolers?"
"That was just a normal university team, probably good enough to bully kids back home, but their bodies are useless against us."
"If you ask me," said Thomas Jaeschke, "we shouldn't even be playing them today. They were supposed to be practice dummies to help us warm up, but it's just a waste of time."
It was the third day of Team USA's visit to Japan. After giving the players two days to enjoy themselves, Coach Karch Kiraly had arranged a friendly with a university team in Kyoto.
To face a bunch of kids who had never even stepped onto a pro court? The players were unanimous—
Worse, it was eating into their
But after a stern lecture from Coach Kiraly, they still played the match.
All it took was a half-serious block, and the opponents couldn't even score.
They had originally hoped to gather some intelligence,
their faces were pale, silently praying that Japan wouldn't lose
badly in the real match.
Coach Kiraly didn't bother restraining his players after the match either. Truthfully, he hadn't taken Team Japan very seriously. Even so, if they were going to compete internationally—
And so, Team USA continued their "sightseeing tour."
Meanwhile, the Japanese high schoolers of Team Japan were still deep in their gruelling schedule of nonstop training and scrimmages.
There were just
left until the Japan–USA exhibition match…