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The Birth of A Volleyball Legend

2011. That was when earthquake and tsunami hit Japan, changing thousands of lives. And Kobayashi Yuki is just one of them. A month ago, he was just a normal boy, graduating from a small middle school in Fukushima and was excited to go to the high school. However, the disaster changed his life. He lost both parents, not because they died, but because they were still missing until now. He lost his home. He lost his friends. He lost his school. He lost everything. Having no choice, he moved to Tokyo, to a small, new orphanage to accommodate victims of the disaster who didn't have any home or wanted to change their lives in the biggest city in Japan. In his mind, all he wanted to do was enter a normal high school, do a part-time job, make some money to help the orphanage, and maybe if he were lucky enough he could be admitted into a good university with a scholarship. However, one challenge from the volleyball team and one half-Italian blonde boy turned everything upside down. Now, he was trapped inside the crazy team, being dragged into the mess. Inter-High. National Tournament. Volleyball. Those three words kept spinning around his life as he entered a crazy high school life. Can he strive in the place where he was unfamiliar with? Would he be a good volleyball player? And what does the future hold for him?

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Riku's Invitation (II)

Yuki blinked his eyes a few times, his mind still couldn't comprehend what just happened here. He stared at the children who were excited to go with the car while his mind still wandering far, lost in the memories. He somehow remembered Riku's story about his family, that his father was just an ordinary diplomat who was placed in Japan and accidentally fell in love with his mother who was an ordinary businessman. He chuckled wryly, feeling stupid for believing that story.

'Ordinary my ass. No ordinary family should be able to charter three luxurious cars just to pick up the children from an ordinary orphanage and have a private driver who called him a young master, right?'