Encounter With A Cat

A fresh day marked the start of club activities, and Sora and Yamaguchi stood outside the volleyball gymnasium. Inside, other members engaged in practice matches.

"Okay, Yams. Let's start with the basics," Sora said, proceeding to explain the fundamentals of float serves to Yamaguchi, who nodded in understanding.

Sora picked up a nearby volleyball, turned to Yamaguchi, and said, "Watch closely."

With a smooth motion, Sora demonstrated the float serve. The ball glided through the air without a clear spin, showcasing the distinctive technique. The simplicity of Sora's explanation and demonstration set the stage for Yamaguchi to grasp the basics of the elusive float serve.

Sora handed another volleyball to Yamaguchi with a supportive smile. "You try," he encouraged.

Yamaguchi took a deep breath, focusing on the instructions. As he tossed the ball, he tried to mimic Sora's technique. Despite a bit of spin, Sora observed and offered positive feedback.

"That's great for someone trying it for the first time," Sora said, recognizing Yamaguchi's effort and encouraging him to continue practicing.

Sora playfully ruffled Yamaguchi's hair, eliciting a subtle blush on Yamaguchi's cheeks.

"S-Sora-San," Yamaguchi stammered.

Sora, realizing his playful action, widened his eyes. "Oops, my bad," he chuckled, immediately ceasing the hair ruffling.

"Sora-San, why do you have a habit of ruffling someone's hair?" Yamaguchi asked, his curiosity evident.

With a warm smile, Sora admitted, "I have a habit of ruffling someone's hair if I find them cute."

Yamaguchi blushed once again, stuttering, "C-Cute?"

Sora nodded with enthusiasm, "Yeah!"

The genuine fondness in Sora's response only added to the light-hearted atmosphere, leaving Yamaguchi both flustered and smiling at the unexpected compliment.

"Sora-San and Yamaguchi-San, Coach Ukai is calling you two back here," Ennoshita called out from the door.

"We'll be right there!" Sora responded with a smile.

Sora then turned to Yamaguchi, "Let's go," he said, leading the way back to where Coach Ukai and others awaited.

...

"Okay, as you're aware, we're going to have a practice match against Nekoma in two weeks," Coach Ukai announced, prompting the team's attention. "Which is why we're going to have a one-week training camp, starting tomorrow."

Shoyo's eyes sparkled with excitement. "Training Camp!" he exclaimed, his enthusiasm palpable.

Sora chuckled, finding Shoyo's excitement contagious. Despite the physical changes he had undergone, Shoyo still hadn't experienced a training camp.

Kageyama, ever the composed one, turned to Shoyo. "Calm down, will you?"

Shoyo turned to Kageyama, his excitement undeterred. "I have never been in a camp before."

Tsukishima, displaying his usual cynicism, commented, "I don't see what's so fun about being with shabby buffoons."

Tanaka, quick to defend his teammates, turned to Tsukishima furiously. "Tsukishima!"

Nishinoya, equally passionate, glared at Tsukishima. "There's nothing shabby about being 500 meters from Kiyoko-San."

"The camp location is near my house, so I'm going home once I'm finished," Kiyoko casually mentioned.

Nishinoya and Tanaka's exaggerated reactions were immediate, their bodies metaphorically hitting the floor as their souls seemingly left their bodies in response to the surprising revelation.

Coach Ukai clapped his hands, bringing an end to the playful banter. "Okay, enough fooling around!"

He then turned to Sora. "Hey, Brat, since you're still injured, you're going to help Shimizu in cooking."

Sora, though disappointed that he wouldn't be able to participate fully, gave a determined thumbs up, ready to contribute in any way he could.

Shoyo's eyes sparkled once again with excitement. "My first camp and Aniki is going to be one of the chefs. I can't wait for your food!"

The mention of Shoyo's anticipation for the food turned heads, and a wave of intrigue swept through the team. The prospect of Sora, typically the energetic player on the court, taking on a role in the kitchen added an unexpected twist to the upcoming training camp.

...

Nighttime had fallen, casting a quiet ambiance as Shoyo and Sora walked home together.

Observing Sora's strides, Shoyo couldn't help but notice an improvement in his walking, even though it was only the third day since his left knee had been injured.

"Aniki, is your knee doing better? You seem to walk better," Shoyo inquired.

Sora smiled in response. "Yeah, it is. Maybe I could still participate in practices," he suggested, his optimism shining through.

Shoyo, however, shot a glare at Sora, causing him to sweatdrop in response.

"H-Hey! Why are you looking at me like that?" Sora questioned, slightly taken aback. "It's not like I'm going to participate and injure myself, you know?" he reassured, attempting to dispel any concerns Shoyo might have had about his eagerness to return to the court.

Shoyo let out a sigh, "Aniki, from all the people I know, you're by far the most chaotic."

Sora raised one of his brows, genuinely curious. "What do you mean, Shoyo?"

"Aniki, in one second, you'll be kind and mature. In another second, you can be very... quirky at times," Shoyo replied, his gaze fixed on the night sky.

"In another scene, you can be the coldest-looking person when you're on the tennis court. And in another scene, you can be an asshole, especially what you did to Kageyama and Asahi," Shoyo finished, offering a candid and comprehensive assessment of the varied facets of Sora's personality.

"I-Uhm," Sora stammered, momentarily at a loss for words, processing Shoyo's honest and perceptive observations.

However, Shoyo wasn't finished. "Even though we're twins, I still feel like you're hiding something from me, Aniki."

Sora's nervousness grew as he stammered, feeling a pang of anxiety as Shoyo seemed to be probing into something he hadn't intended to reveal.

'Crap! Crap! Crap! He is very close!' Sora thought, scared that his secret of being a reincarnate might be exposed.

Choosing his words carefully, Sora responded, "Shoyo, you're overthinking things. Besides, when will I have the time to keep a secret myself when we're always together?" He tried to deflect the conversation, aware that the delicate balance of keeping his true nature hidden was hanging by a thread.

Shoyo, after a thoughtful moment, said, "Yeah, I suppose."

'SAFE!' Sora thought with a sense of relief.

"But, where did this come from, Sho?" Sora asked, trying to steer the conversation away from the topic that had made him uneasy.

Shoyo struck a thinking pose again. "Hmm, Twintutition, I guess?"

"Twintutition?" Sora asked, intrigued.

"It's a slang I found on the internet," Shoyo replied, enlightening his brother. "It's an extrasensory perception and communication shared only between twins."

"I see," Sora replied, giving Shoyo's hair another playful ruffle. "It seems my lil' bro is finally using the internet for some knowledge."

"That's not all; I also used it to watch YouTube videos for some volleyball inspiration!" Shoyo added, his eyes lighting up with enthusiasm.

"Oh? That's great, Sho!" Sora exclaimed, genuinely pleased by Shoyo's eagerness to explore new sources of knowledge and inspiration.

As they continued their walk home under the night sky, the air was filled with a sense of camaraderie and the unspoken bond that only twins could share. The city lights cast a warm glow, mirroring the affectionate connection between Sora and Shoyo.

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The Next Day...

It was Thursday, and under usual circumstances, Sora would have headed to the Tennis Club. However, with the ongoing volleyball training camp, he decided to dedicate his day to the volleyball club.

After informing Nicholas about this change, ensuring it was alright as long as he avoided injury, Sora found himself on the volleyball court. Standing alongside Coach Ukai, Sora was passing volleyballs to him, providing the ammunition for Ukai's powerful spikes.

Yamaguchi, positioned to receive, made an attempt, but the ball ended up sailing out of the court.

"Hey, focus!" Coach Keishin's stern reminder echoed across the court.

Undeterred, Yamaguchi shook his head, determined. "One more!"

The team was currently engrossed in a receiving drill. Shoyo, Kageyama, Nishinoya, and Daichi showcased proficiency in the department, displaying their skills.

On the other hand, Tsukishima, Ennoshita, and Yamaguchi were still refining their techniques, needing a bit more practice to reach the desired level of precision.

While the others were normal on receiving, but it's still open for improvements.

Tweet!

Keishin blew his whistle, signaling a shift to the next segment of their training. "Let's practice spiking next," he announced, guiding the team seamlessly through their comprehensive training session.

...

Shoyo sprinted towards the net, his anticipation evident in every step. As Kageyama set the ball to Shoyo, the entire court watched in awe. Shoyo soared into the air, reaching such heights that the net barely covered his knees.

However, the impressive jump was followed by an unexpected miss, the ball falling short.

Turning to Kageyama, Shoyo calmly stated, "Kageyama, the ball was short. Make it higher."

"Oh... sure," Kageyama responded, still processing the revelation.

The surprise wasn't limited to Kageyama; everyone, except Sora, shared a moment of astonishment.

"Hey, Brat. Did you just jump higher?!" Coach Keishin asked, seeking confirmation.

Shoyo, raising one of his brows, casually replied, "Uhh no? That was just my normal jump." His nonchalant demeanor only added to the intrigue surrounding Shoyo's seemingly effortless yet extraordinary leap.

"That was awesome, Shoyo!" Nishinoya exclaimed, his enthusiasm echoed by Tanaka's agreement.

"Yeah!" Tanaka chimed in, sharing the excitement.

However, Tsukishima, maintaining his usual stoic demeanor, turned his attention away and muttered, "I don't get why they are so passionate about this."

Yamaguchi, standing next to him, cast a concerned look at Tsukishima, recognizing the subtle disconnection in his teammate's attitude towards the moment of brilliance on the court.

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The Karasuno team found themselves at the training camp facility, and hunger had gathered them.

Sora, Takeda, and Kiyoko had been hard at work in the kitchen, while others waited.

As the team filed into the dining area, the sight that awaited them was a delightful blend of American-styled and Japanese-style cuisines, meticulously laid out on the table.

On one side, there were juicy, perfectly grilled burgers with melted cheese, accompanied by a spread of condiments like lettuce, tomatoes, and pickles. The aroma of the beef and the sizzle of the grill lingered in the air, tempting even the most disciplined taste buds.

Next to the burgers, there were baskets of crispy sweet potato fries, their golden hue hinting at the perfect crunch that awaited anyone daring enough to try them.

On the Japanese side, there were beautifully arranged plates of assorted sushi – delicate rolls filled with fresh seafood and perfectly seasoned rice. The vibrant colors of the sushi showcased the artistry of the chef.

Steaming bowls of miso soup and platters of thinly sliced sashimi added a touch of authenticity to the Japanese spread, the clean and precise presentation reflecting the culinary finesse of the preparation.

"Burgers!" Nishinoya exclaimed, his excitement evident.

"Sora-Kun is the one who cooked the burgers and fries, while me and Kiyoko are the ones who did the others," Takeda explained with a proud smile, highlighting the collaborative effort in the kitchen.

Sugawara, ever the voice of reason, chimed in, "Isn't it unhealthy to be eating burgers?"

Sora, tapping Sugawara on the shoulder, playfully hushed him, "Shush! Just enjoy the food, Senpai!"

The lively atmosphere of the dining area resonated with laughter and the clatter of cutlery as the team eagerly dug into the eclectic mix of American and Japanese delights, setting aside dietary concerns in favor of savoring the moment.

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The Next Morning...

After the receiving drills, the team found themselves outside, the crisp air and open space providing a refreshing change of scenery.

To Sora's surprise, his left knee felt significantly better, as if the pain that had plagued him for the past three days had magically disappeared.

"Okay, let's go for a run," Daichi announced, gearing up for some physical activity.

"Daichi-San, can I join?" Sora inquired, eager to break the inactive streak of the past few days. He hadn't participated in any strenuous activities since his injury, and the prospect of a run seemed like the perfect way to test the waters.

Daichi, raising one of his brows, expressed concern. "Are you sure, Sora-San?" he asked, aware of Sora's recent injury.

Sora nodded confidently. "Yeah, my knee feels a lot better," he replied, determined to get back into the groove of physical activities.

Beyond the desire to break the monotony of rest, there was another reason why Sora wanted to join the run — the hope of encountering Kenma.

"Alright then. Shoyo-San can help accompany you," Daichi decided, orchestrating a plan that would allow Sora to ease back into activity with some assistance.

....

"Aniki, slow down, you might get injured again!" Shoyo exclaimed, running alongside Sora, who seemed to be maintaining an unusually fast pace for someone recovering from Patellar tendinitis.

Grateful for Shoyo's concern, Sora couldn't help but smile. However, at this moment, he had a different agenda. He wanted Shoyo to run ahead of him, leading them both to an encounter with Kenma.

In the original timeline, Shoyo and Kageyama would race ahead, with Shoyo eventually getting lost. 'I need to make him competitive and run ahead so he can accidentally encounter Kenma,' Sora strategized.

A mischievous smirk crossed Sora's face. "Hey, Shoyo, let's have a competition," he proposed.

Shoyo raised one of his brows, hesitating due to his worry about Sora's injury. "I refu-"

"If you lose, I will cancel our wifi subscription," Sora cut Shoyo off.

Shoyo's eyes widened, and a competitive spirit ignited within him. "OH NAH! YOU'RE ON!"

Without further explanation, Shoyo closed his eyes and sprinted off, yelling, "AHH!"

Sora chuckled, enjoying the unexpected turn of events. "I haven't even told him what kind of competition it is," he mused before chasing after Shoyo.

"Hey, wait, you two! Save your energy—oh, there they go," Daichi called out, resignedly watching as Sora and Shoyo sprinted off in their impromptu and seemingly reckless competition.

...

"Ahh!" Shoyo continued running with his eyes closed, the thrill of the competition pushing him forward. When he finally opened his eyes, the surroundings looked unfamiliar — he had gotten lost in the process.

"Hey, Shoyo, wait up," Sora's voice echoed behind him.

Turning around, Shoyo spotted Sora jogging toward him. With a triumphant grin, Shoyo pointed at Sora. "Ha! Take that, Aniki, I won!"

Sora, catching up with a smile, responded, "But I haven't even told you what kind of competition, and you just ran off." He chuckled, revealing the mischief in his plan.

"Oh..." Shoyo replied, the realization dawning upon him, a mixture of confusion and amusement playing on his face. It seemed he had expended some energy for a victory that held no specific merit.

Sora, scanning his surroundings, spotted a boy in a red jersey sitting by the road, engrossed in his phone. A smile played on Sora's lips as he recognized the familiar figure – Kenma Kozume.

With a purposeful stride, Sora began walking toward Kenma, to which Shoyo was confused about where he was going.

"Hello there~!" Sora greeted with a sing-song voice.

Kenma turned around, his attention captured. "Uhm," he responded cautiously.

"I have never seen a school in Miyagi Prefecture with that school uniform. Are you perhaps new to this town?" Sora inquired, maintaining an air of curiosity.

"Uhm, I'm lost," Kenma admitted.

"Oh? Is that so?" Sora smirked, his playful tone taking on a more mischievous edge. "Then, have you tried contacting a friend? Because I've been searching all over for someone as unique as you. Mind if I am your guide in this unfamiliar town?"

Sora laid down a pick-up line, but Kenma's response was nonchalant. "Uhh, sure, thank you."

Disappointed by the lack of a flirtatious comeback, Sora sighed inwardly. 'Man, I was trying to flirt with you. But I guess this kind of reply is expected from someone like Kenma,' he thought.

Shoyo, who had witnessed the entire exchange, couldn't help but cringe at Sora's choice of words. He facepalmed, recognizing the unsuccessful attempt at charming the stranger.

Deciding to intervene, Shoyo walked toward them. "Hi there, I'm the twin brother of this idiot over here," Shoyo pointed at Sora.

"I-Idiot?!" Sora exclaimed, taken aback by Shoyo's choice of words.

Kenma, looking at Shoyo's shirt with the name "Karasuno" on it, asked, "You guys are from... Karasuno?"

Shoyo's eyes sparkled with excitement, "Yeah! How did you know?!"

"You idiot, your T-shirt has 'Karasuno' written on it!" Sora interjected, teasing his brother.

"I don't want to hear that from someone who sucks at Japanese Literature!" Shoyo retorted, not letting the opportunity for banter slip away.

Kenma sweatdropped at their playful interaction, finding a resemblance to the banter he witnessed between the Miya twins.

Sora turned to Kenma with a friendly smile. "Anyway, I'm Sora Hinata, and this is my twin brother, Shoyo Hinata. What about you?"

"Kozume..." Kenma replied quietly.

"Kozume?" Shoyo asked.

"Kozume... Kenma," Kenma clarified.

"Kenma?" Shoyo questioned further, undeterred by Kenma's monosyllabic responses. "Are you in high school?"

"Yeah," Kenma replied, his gaze remaining fixed on his phone.

"What year? Are you a first-year?" Shoyo continued his inquiry.

"Second year," Kenma responded, maintaining his monotone demeanor and unwavering focus on his phone.

"You're older than me! I thought you were younger because of your height. I'm sorry!" Shoyo apologized, genuinely surprised.

Kenma glanced in Shoyo's direction and responded, "It's okay," in his characteristic monotone.

Sora, with a sharp eye for details, couldn't help but notice the pair of volleyball shoes neatly tucked into Kenma's bag.

"By the way, do you play Volleyball, Kozume-San?" Sora inquired, his tone carrying a hint of playful curiosity as he pretended not to know about him.

"Erm-yeah," Kenma responded, visibly taken aback by the unexpected interest.

"With your physical build, I guess you're a setter, I suppose?" Sora suggested, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

Kenma's eyes slightly widened, caught off guard by the accuracy of Sora's guess. "How do you know?"

Sora, relishing in the art of deduction, clapped his hands with a theatrical flair. "Oh my, was I right? It seems my intuition is not failing me, huh."

Shoyo, on the other hand, arched an eyebrow skeptically. "Are you sure it's your intuition, or did you stalk him before? I mean, you approached Kenma as soon as you saw him sitting by the road," Shoyo pointed out.

"Hah!? Stalk, do you think I would do such a thing?!" Sora stammered, feigning innocence with wide-eyed astonishment.

Shoyo tilted his head, unimpressed. "You have a tendency to magically appear where interesting things are happening. Call it a sixth sense or just plain curiosity," he teased, not entirely convinced by Sora's protestations.

"Kenma!"

They all turned around and saw a tall, lean figure with broad shoulders, well-built arms, and a muscular frame. The newcomer had narrow, hazel-colored eyes with cat-like pupils, giving him a sly and intimidating appearance. His black hair was naturally messy, spiking upwards in a rebellious bedhead style, and he sported a fringe on his right side that partially covered one eye.

Sora recognized the person immediately – Tetsurō Kuroo.

"Kuro," Kenma acknowledged, standing up and walking toward his friend. He turned back to Shoyo and Sora, bidding them farewell. "Bye, Shoyo and Sora. Let's see each other again."

Kenma and Kuroo then walked away, leaving Sora and Shoyo behind.

"See you again?" Shoyo muttered, a hint of curiosity in his voice.

Sora turned to Shoyo with a mischievous smile, "Shoyo, I analyzed his clothing and belongings, and I figured that they're both from Nekoma." He explained.

Shoyo, a little creeped out by Sora's keen analytical skills, raised an eyebrow. "Aniki, you're scary when it comes to analyzing other people," he remarked, a mixture of awe and unease in his tone.

"Sora-San and Shoyo-San!"

They turned around and saw Sugawara coming toward them.

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Time Skip

It was now dinner, and the team once again found themselves in the dining area of the facility. This time, the spread consisted of a delightful blend of Japanese and French cuisine, creating an enticing array of flavors and textures.

The Japanese section featured an assortment of sushi, sashimi, tempura, and miso soup, beautifully presented on traditional plates. Meanwhile, the French cuisine showcased elegantly plated dishes like coq au vin, ratatouille, and bouillabaisse, accompanied by freshly baked baguettes.

Shoyo and Kageyama, their eyes gleaming with excitement, dove into their plates with enthusiasm, savoring every bite of the delectable offerings. Their chopsticks moved with rapid precision as they exchanged glances, silently acknowledging the culinary masterpiece before them.

Across the table, Tsukishima observed their voracious appetite with a quizzical expression. "Where does your appetite even come from?" he wondered aloud, eyeing the duo's seemingly bottomless capacity for delicious food.

Yamaguchi, sitting next to Tsukishima, couldn't help but be amazed at Sora's knowledge of foreign cuisines. As he took a bite, his eyes sparkled with delight. "Tsukki! This is delicious!" he exclaimed, taking another satisfying mouthful.

Tsukishima, intrigued by the French cuisine, picked up a delicate dish, perhaps a Coq au Vin. He gingerly used his chopsticks to capture a bite, bringing it to his mouth. The burst of flavors on his palate left him quietly impressed.

"Tasty," Tsukishima admitted, acknowledging the unexpected delight of the unfamiliar French dish.

Nishinoya, sitting across from Sora, couldn't help but ask, "Sora-San, where did you learn cooking?"

With a nonchalant smile, Sora replied, "I learned them from the internet."

In reality, Sora had vivid recollections of the recipes his mother had taught him in his previous life. The culinary skills were an unexpected bonus of his reincarnation, allowing him to effortlessly replicate and appreciate the art of cooking.

"I wish you were my older brother, Sora-San. I'm jealous of Shoyo-San if this is what he eats for breakfast," Tanaka, sitting beside Nishinoya, expressed with a hint of admiration.

Sora grinned and replied, "Thanks, Tanaka-San."

...

It was now bedtime, and Sora found himself strolling through the dark hallway with a specific goal in mind – to find Ukai.

As he navigated the dimly lit corridor, a small shadow caught his attention in the distance. Fearless, Sora decided to approach it. The shadow slowly took form, revealing itself to be none other than Nishinoya.

Nishinoya, having heard the approaching footsteps, turned around with a grin. "Oh, hey, can't sleep?" he asked, the dim lighting casting a subtle glow on his animated expression.

"Yeah," Sora replied.

As he approached Nishinoya, Sora couldn't help but notice Nishinoya's hair, once again left down.

"Nishinoya-San, what was the reason you decided to keep your hair down after I ruffled it? I seem to have forgotten," Sora scratched the back of his head, genuinely curious.

"Well, a lot of girls started noticing me, saying I look cute with my hair down," Nishinoya replied with a proud grin.

Sora grinned back and playfully tousled his hair again, "Can't argue with that. You do pull off the cute look."

Nishinoya beamed, thoroughly enjoying the impromptu hair attention from Sora.

"Nishinoya and Sora-Kun, why are you two awake at this hour?"

They turned around and saw Keishin, who was dressed in comfortable sleepwear. The dim hallway lights cast a soft glow on his face, highlighting the weariness of a long day.

"Ah, Keishin-San, just the person I was looking for!" Sora said, a casual grin playing on his lips.

Nishinoya tapped Sora's shoulder, "I'm going to sleep. See you tomorrow, Sora!" He then walked away, his silhouette gradually fading into the darkness.

Sora waved his hand and turned to Keishin again. The slight echo of footsteps reverberated in the empty corridor.

"Why are you looking for me at this hour?" Keishin asked, his tone a blend of curiosity and fatigue.

"Well, earlier this morning, Shoyo and I encountered two guys from the Nekoma team."

Sora, with his knowledge from his previous life, decided to just tell Ukai about the information about Kenma and Kuro. After all, he has the knowledge, why would he not use it?

Keishin's eyes flickered with interest. "From Nekoma? What do they look like?"

"Well, there's this small blonde guy with blonde hair. He seems weak, but I could tell he was incredibly smart and composed with the way he acts. I conclude he's a setter," Sora explained, his voice carrying a subtle excitement.

"There was also this tall guy, he has black messy hair. I think he's a middle blocker," Sora continued, his words lingering in the quiet hallway.

"Oh? How can you tell?"

"Well, it's intui-"

"Wait, let me guess, it's intuition, isn't it?" Keishin cut Sora off with a knowing smirk.

Sora smirked, "Yeah,"

"By the way, I have decided that Kageyama would be the main setter," Keishin said.

"Yeah, I know," Sora replied nonchalantly.

Keishin raised one of his brows, "How did-wait, let me guess, intuition?"

Sora gave him a closed-eyed smile and nodded.

Keishin sighed, "Of course it is."

"By the way, can I join you all for tomorrow's practice?" Sora asked.

"Why? Aren't you still injured?" Keishin asked.

"Don't worry, I no longer feel any pain in my knee, it's like it magically disappeared,"

Keishin squinted at Sora, a mix of skepticism and concern on his face. "Magically disappeared?"

Sora chuckled, "Okay, not magically. It just healed faster than expected."

Keishin sighed again, half amused and half exasperated. "Fine, join us tomorrow, but I'm keeping an eye on you. If you push too hard, you're out."

Sora saluted playfully, "Yes, sir!"

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Keishin wearily entered his designated room, a heavy sigh escaping him.

"Ukai-San, is something bothering you?" Takeda, sharing the same room, inquired.

"I'm grappling with a dilemma regarding Sora," Keishin confessed.

"Why's that?" Takeda asked, genuine concern etched on his face.

"Sora is an exceptionally versatile volleyball player, excelling in almost every aspect except jumping, blocking, and spiking," Keishin explained, furrowing his brow. "I'm at a loss on where to position him."

Takeda adopted a contemplative pose. "How about discussing it with Sora-Kun and Nishinoya tomorrow?"

"I suppose that's a reasonable approach," Keishin conceded, nodding. "Thanks for the suggestion, Takeda."

Takeda nodded, offering a reassuring smile. "No problem, Keishin-San. Finding the right spot for a player like Sora might take some brainstorming, but I'm sure you'll figure it out. You've got a talented team, after all."

Keishin nodded, appreciating the encouragement. "Yeah, let's hope so. Tomorrow's practice will be an interesting one."

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