"Service ace!"
"As expected, the highlight of this match is Atsumu Miya, the player known as the nation's number-one setter!"
After seeing Atsumu score directly from his serve, the commentator covering the match could not help raising his voice. They could already see the next rising star before their eyes. Without question, Atsumu Miya was the player they were most looking forward to watching.
"My touch feels pretty good. I should be able to take a few more points."
Atsumu stood at the service line with a relaxed expression, as though the team in front of him were nothing more than a second-rate opponent. At that thought, the corners of his mouth even began to lift slightly.
Sure enough, Hank was nothing special either.
He only had strong talent. But talent was still just talent.
In the current Spring High, what mattered was strength. Absolute strength. Without strength, no matter how overwhelming someone's talent was, it would not have any effect at all.
That was what Atsumu thought.
Before Hank could truly put his talent to use, Atsumu could toy with him as much as he wanted.
"Show-off."
The gray-haired Osamu Miya could not help snarking.
"Shut up."
Atsumu's face immediately darkened. No matter when it was, Osamu always had to take a jab at him. Atsumu was so irritated that he nearly wanted to smash the ball at him right there on the court.
Bang!
After serving again, Atsumu's serve was still filled with pressure. Aoba Johsai's back row took a heavy blow from it. It took three consecutive serves before the back-row libero finally adjusted to the serve and stepped forward to receive it.
Even so, from the expression on his face, it was clear that the pressure of receiving was still immense.
It could even be called extremely heavy.
"Atsumu Miya's serve really is oppressive."
"You can even tell that whenever it's their club's turn to serve, they go quiet. But once we're the ones serving, they start cheering."
"Are they doing it on purpose?"
Coach Irihata looked at the situation on the court, and he already understood what Inarizaki's supporters were trying to do.
They wanted to use that chance to interfere with Aoba Johsai.
It had to be said that although this method was very unsportsmanlike, it was not explicitly banned.
That was why some players on the international stage would actively train themselves to reduce the effect of off-court interference. Aoba Johsai had only just entered an environment like this, so a few mistakes were completely normal.
"Aoba Johsai… I've never even heard of this team before."
Atsumu glanced at Hank, who was also near the net, and a smile flashed through his eyes.
He wanted to see exactly what Hank was capable of.
The score had already reached 5–1. Inarizaki could be said to have taken complete control of the advantage.
So how exactly was Aoba Johsai supposed to counterattack from here?
There was barely anything worth guarding against.
Bang!
With the sound of the ball being struck, Suna, who had rotated to the back row to serve, brought his hands together slightly. The moment the whistle fell, he sent the ball over.
The ball landed directly into the hands of the back-row libero. Although Suna's timing had been extremely precise, the ball was still received.
However, at the very instant it was sent up, Toru Oikawa and Hank both began moving at the same time.
(End of Chapter)
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