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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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Yuki Dominating!

Ida Hasebe was 34 years old, still pretty young to be considered a head coach. However, no one would think he was too inexperienced to handle his position. After all, unlike most coaches who came from a professional route, he dove deep into the coaching track straight after graduating from high school, starting to take courses on everything related to volleyball from scratch. No one knew his motivation, yet since everyone could see his talent, no questions were asked about it.

For more than fifteen years involved in this world, Hasebe had seen so many amazing players. From a setter who could control the entire play in his palm, to a spiker so powerful that no blocker wanted to face him head-on, to an all-around player who could excel in any position on the court—hell, he had even seen a dual-wielding spiker who could attack with both left and right hands with the same quality. He had already seen it all. That was why it was not easy to impress him at all.