Ch 14 A small price to pay for Salvation

Well, well, well, what do we have here? It seems I subconsciously ignored the existence of Akira Kunimi because of his lack of energy and motivation.

His late game potential however is off the charts. In the anime, it wasn't mentioned if he made the team during his first year but he was introduced during the last year of middle school.

Coming to the conclusions, he was probably either benched or cut from the team, either because the coaches and managers liked his potential but not enough to give him a jersey or they didn't see past his laziness hence not making the team.

He's the type of player most teams wouldn't want on their team but I don't need to plot and prepare to make changes to his personality and whatnot. What's the fun in that?

While reviewing my plans, I didn't stop heading towards the gymnasium nor did I acknowledge Akira Kunimi's existence. Finally reaching the gym, I went to the manager surrounded by other students who were going to check in as well. As I was a bit taller than the other kids, I was quickly noticed by both the returning players and new recruits. Even the manager, although obstructed by the bodies of the students, was astonished but quickly managed to get back to normal. It was however obvious he would be paying attention to me now.

Moving along, it was finally my turn, a few of the students standing a few feet away, in hopes of gaining information on their rival.

"Name?"

[AN : Okay so I'm not going to do names reversal, just first name and last name ]

"Name's Dort, Daniel Dort"

"Dort, Dort, Dort…'' Okay, found you, You will be number… 31!"

Holding out my arm, the number 31 was scribbled on with a black marker. Stepping aside, I walked towards a relatively free corner of the gym and proceeded to change into my volleyball gear. A blue shirt, white shorts and black tights.

[AN: 2 things, ignore the fact he changed in the gym and for a reference image here I used Bokuto's gear]

IMAGE :

Putting on my midnight black wireless Beats headphones with plated gold linings, I listened to Mans not hot by Big Shaq.

Soon the sound of the whistle came,

"Everyone, I thank you for coming as check ins are finally done, we are going to start with full court sprints to and fro 5 times. Divide yourselves into 5 groups, you may go as I blow my whistle and we're off.

*BEEP*

Time skip: 15 minutes

In the game of volleyball, your physical capabilities matter the most but after that comes the technical level. What's your skill level like?

Make a group of 6 and show me your passing skills.

*BEEP*

"Who here is a setter or wants to play setter?" The coach stops us and asks for setters.

A total of 6 persons raise their hands up in response and the coach calls them out. Each of you move into those courts.

There were 2 courts, so each court had 3 setters. 2 on 1 side of the court and 1 on the other side.

"Let's see some spikes come in".

As I approached the front of the line, I was handed a ball, I could finally have some balls to myself…pause.

At my turn, I gave the ball to the setter who threw the ball to me, so in response I had to pass back with either a bump pass or overhand so the setter could set it to me. Already making the decision to not show off too early, my own body ignored my resolution and in excitement at finally getting to smash the ball, I accidentally gave a Wakatoshi Ushijima type spike making the ball bounce high up into the air, scaring the ball retriever.

My feet made contact with the ground and the whole gym went quiet. Silently going to get back the ball, I made my way back to the end of line not before handing it off to the player next in line.

Slowly but surely, everything went back in motion. Letting out a sigh of relief, I felt a tiny minuscule chill run up my spine and instinctively turn around to look towards someone previously staring at my back but now making eye contact with me.

It was one of the returning players, a third year. Also someone you and I recognize, as I stared back at him. I could see the gears in his mind turning as he looked for ways he could use me to my 100%.

'Ah yabai, this was not supposed to happen, guess my body was volleyball deprived and went against me'

Shaking my head, I walked to the closest wall and plop down. Footsteps were heard approaching my direction. Certain I was his objective as before sitting down I checked for a spot with no one around, I looked up and saw yet another person I wanted to avoid contact with.

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'Did you guys know you breathe through only 1 nostril? The other gets blocked and the body switches the working nostril.'

Amazing right...

Favorite haikyuu character in looks: don't really have a specific but Ushijima's voice is just damn.. no homo.