The Birth of A Volleyball Legend

Yuki sighed as he saw the big sign of \'Tsukumi University\' written on the gate. Even though it had only been a month since he was there, he couldn\'t help but feel nostalgic. That was the first time he had to stay in a place other than the orphanage for more than a night, after all. However, he was grateful that he joined the latest camp to the fullest, remembering how hard he worked at that time.

\'Compared to a month ago, I should\'ve made a big improvement, right?\'

Unfortunately, he didn\'t have too much time to think about that. The moment, the team entered the university\'s gymnasium, their C team – the team who they faced during the camp – was already there, waiting for the joint training session.

Here, under Akira\'s lead and with the help of the university team, all the players there were doing a simulation to help Tsunemori for the game against Teiryo and Konan High.

"STOP!"

"Rano, I don\'t need you to communicate with the others for too long, but whenever you are going to move, I want you to give a quick signal so the others are ready to back you up, understand?"

"STOP!"

"Kai, don\'t move after giving instructions. Move and give instructions at the same time. In a fast-speed game when one second matters, you cannot be delayed by your own action, understand?"

"STOP!"

Akira\'s voice to stop the game and give thorough instructions to Tsunemori\'s players could be heard echoing the building once every few minutes. Even all the university players were staring at him with astonished expressions. They didn\'t expect that Akira could see even a tiny mistake the players made consistently. Explore stories at мѵʟ

"He is amazing." One of the university players said, wiping the sweat on his face. "He can give the most accurate instruction step by step even to the level of mistake that only after watching the camera we would know about it. That means if he was the one on the court, he would be able to do what he said, right?"

"I guess…" The others nodded.

"I heard he played for us in the past and became the candidate to play in the national team."

"Really? National team?"

"No wonder he could be this amazing."

As the training\'s intensity got higher, everyone started to have difficulty following the instructions. After half an hour, Akira finally gave them time for a quick break as he saw Sekine and Kimura, the coach of the university\'s C team come over.

"So, how is it? Any gain here?" Sekine asked.

"Thank you for listening and granting us our request, Sekine-sensei." Akira bowed politely. "While it might not be obvious, I think everyone starts to notice all the tiny mistakes and bad habits they usually overlook and fix them slowly. But we will need to have a good opponent for the sparing match in the next couple of days. I wonder if I can ask this C team to help us?"

"Oi, Akira, even though you are our alumni, that doesn\'t mean you can ask anything you want, you know?" Kimura had a sweat drop on his face. "I also have my own program that needs to be done. If you keep borrowing my players, it would be difficult to fix our schedule."

Akira ignored his friend and stared at Sekine. He knew for this C team, although on paper, it was Kimura who led the team, it was still Sekine who held the highest responsibility. If the old man gave a nod, no matter how much Kimura whined, he would get what he wanted in the end.

"Don\'t worry about it, Shinji." Sekine finally said. "With my authority, no one will be brave enough to complain here."

Kimura was speechless at Sekine\'s words. While yeah, no one would be brave enough to complain, but was this an abuse of authority? He also cursed the old man inwardly, thinking that if something happened that needed to be fixed, it was always he who handled it. The old man would just stand aside and encourage him to do better while smiling and enjoying his tea.

What an irresponsible old man.

"Oi, Shinji." Sekine suddenly called. Akira turned his head, looking at the old man in wonder. "Lend me the record you showed to your players. I want to see it by myself."

Akira was taken aback, then his eyes lightened up. At first, he was afraid that something might be slipped out of his mind when he analyzed Konan\'s game. But now with Sekine also doing his own analysis, he wasn\'t afraid there would be something missed here. There was no way the old man would let something slide, even the tiniest detail that everyone always overlooked.

"I understand Sensei. I will send it to you later." Akira nodded. Then, his expression perked up as if he just realized something. "Sensei, I have never seen you with any electronic devices. Do you have anything to use to play it?" He asked.

"Don\'t underestimate this old man, Shinji." Sekine snorted. "Although I am old, I can still follow the young man\'s newest trends. Don\'t worry, I have my own device to see it."

Then, Sekine walked away, with Akira watching his back until the old man disappeared from his sight. Well… Or so Akira thought… Before he saw Sekine suddenly stop in front of the gymnasium\'s door as if the old man just remembered something.

"Oi, Shinji! I said before that I have my device to see the records, right?" Sekine shouted. "It is not a phone or a laptop, you know?! It is a PlayStation 3!" He laughed his ass off, then finally left the gymnasium. Akira had a sweat drop on his face, chuckling at the old man\'s antic. However, he was glad that Sekine was willing to help the team.

\'Now, our preparation is complete, but everything still depends on the players. Come on, everyone. Don\'t disappoint yourself…\'