Hoshinoya got angry whenever this was mentioned.
He was looking straight ahead; how could he see the Little One standing right in front of his chest!
And he didn't even do anything!
It was that Little One scaring himself, then inexplicably calling over a whole crowd of people to back him up!
Ouji Son chuckled, "It's because this guy looks really fierce, isn't it?"
Not only does he dye his hair, but he also has a pair of sharp fangs.
Combined with his foul temper and the way he never speaks properly, anyone would be intimidated by him.
"Huh?" Hoshinoya glared at Ouji Son.
Amidst the noisy chatter of the crowd, Miya Atsumu was already preparing to serve his second ball.
Spinning the ball in his hands, Atsumu took his position six steps away once again.
Nasu frowned; to be honest, he had no idea what kind of serve Miya Atsumu was going to use now.
Miya Atsumu's recent powerful jump float serve completely disrupted his judgment.
Unlike a standard jump float serve that focuses on changing the ball's trajectory, a jump float serve with sufficient power is not much different from a power serve in terms of motion, its speed is just as fast, making it difficult to judge before the ball crosses the net.
Moreover, he himself wasn't good at receiving jump float serves; he could only do the bare minimum to ensure he could "get the ball up."
Miya Atsumu.. had clearly zeroed in on this point.
He clearly isn't planning on skipping the Power Serve in this match.
Atsumu used facts to tell Nasuji—he wouldn't.
The serve, carrying a heavy spin, flew over the net in an instant, its excessive speed causing the entire net to shake.
An absolutely powerful serve slammed down in front of Nasuji once again, this time, it was no longer a jump float serve without spin.
Nasu instinctively raised his hands again to set the ball, but because of the spin, he couldn't control the ball at all.
The ball bounced high and fell back down on Inarizaki's side.
Akagi shouted, "Opportunity Ball—"
Miya Atsumu raised his hand in a wave, signaling that there was no need to receive it.
Immediately after, he stepped back quickly, leaning his body backward as he jumped to set the ball.
The ball was sent toward the space between Position 2 and Position 5, Hinata and Suna, approaching this position from both sides simultaneously, brushed past each other beneath the ball.
As Rei led the way toward Suna's position, Hinata's foot landed on Position 3.
Then, with a sudden twist of his body, he turned and lunged for the ball.
Rei was startled by the sudden change, but the situation was too urgent; by the time he thought to dive for the ball, it was already too late.
Hinata's arm whipped out like a lash, spiking the ball into the space between Nasuji and Ouji Son.
With incredibly fast reaction speeds, Ouji Son lunged forward and precisely received the ball with a dig.
The volleyball flew up once more, falling toward the top of the net.
—A tip.
Hinata, having just landed, took a step backward before taking another step forward to build momentum and leaped into the air.
Mokoba was dumbfounded: "He just jumped straight up! Does he have springs in his feet?!"
Is this ability to jump from a standstill a bit too ridiculous!
Hinata certainly had enough experience when it came to diving for balls, so he wasn't prepared to make any adjustments as he jumped.
But just as his hand was about to make contact, another hand had already touched the ball a step ahead of him.
With a loud bang, the volleyball was spiked directly into Hinata's hands before flying diagonally out of the court.
Rei had a smile on his lips, the moment he locked eyes with Hinata, his eyes were full of confidence.
He certainly knew that Hinata was good at spiking tip shots, he also knew that when it came to Inarizaki, Hinata was the one who always handled those kinds of opportunity balls.
But even the fastest reaction speed and jumping ability are meaningless in the face of an absolute height advantage.
As long as he can keep up, even if his reaction speed is slower than Hinata's, he can still use his height and arm extension to make the touch first.
Hinata frowned slightly, but he did not panic too much, instead shouting, "Touch!"
When Rei jumped, his entire body was tilted, in order to align his right arm and left leg on the same vertical line, maximizing the advantage of his height.
In Hinata's memory, Rei's landing after a block had never been standard; forcing his contact point higher through this method would only result in his landing being compromised.
Which also means..
"Atsumu-senpai!" he shouted Miya Atsumu's name loudly.
Miya Atsumu understood immediately; he raised his hand, signaling once again that Akagi didn't need to receive the ball.
As Hinata landed and stepped back, Miya Atsumu jumped and made contact with the ball at the same time.
Hinata stared intently at the high point in front of the net, leaping into the air once more after a single-step approach.
The terrifying height of his standing jump, combined with sufficient arm extension, gave Hinata an incredibly long hang time.
He stared straight ahead, looking only at the empty air before him.
Regarding the fact that "the ball would come".. Hinata didn't have the slightest doubt.
Two consecutive sounds of impact rang out. Rei had barely landed and hadn't even had time to adjust his state before Hinata had already spiked the ball down.
Nasu was even more caught off guard, this time Ouji Son was also a bit too far away; even if he saw it, he wouldn't have been able to do anything about it.
BANG!!
The volleyball slammed into the ground at an extremely high speed, landing just inside the three-meter line.
Rei's eyes widened in shock, completely unable to process what had just happened.
Hinata bent down as he landed.
The spiker's jump and spike motion was not vertical, but followed a parabolic trajectory.
And his jump position was very close to the net; he also had to exert all his strength to control his body just to avoid touching the net.
Even so, the momentum of his forward charge caused him to land across the center line after he touched down.
Luckily, the ball had already hit the ground before him, so even though he had crossed the line, the referee wouldn't rule it as "interference with the opponent's reception."
The moment he looked up, Hinata met six eyes, especially those of Hoshinoya, who was extremely close to him.
Those crimson eyes were now staring at him with an expression of shock.
Hinata shrank his neck and immediately ducked back under the net to the Inarizaki side.
So scary, I was almost killed!
He reached out and grabbed the hem of Miya Atsumu's pants near the net.
Having found his anchor, he looked up and glared at Hoshinoya with an incredibly fierce gaze.
As I said yesterday, I'm going to win it back on the court.
He has already done it!
Hoshinoya was left bewildered by the glare, but he stared back without backing down.
Regardless of the reason, he cannot lose.
The Wing Spiker near Position 2, Fujisawa Kafka, hurriedly apologized, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"
According to the division of responsibilities, a ball within the three-meter line should have been received by the blocker.
Especially since they hadn't even reacted in time to perform a block and were still dazing on the ground; they certainly shouldn't have let this ball drop.
Kuroe Kao waved it off without saying anything.
Quite the opposite, it was perfectly normal to have missed this ball.
Most balls within the three-meter line are typically dumps, so even if a block lands and turns around, there is still enough time to receive the ball.
But Hinata's contact point was extremely high, the speed of his spike was incredibly fast.
In a situation like this, it's only human nature to be unable to react in time to a ball aimed directly at the Three-meter Line.
Miya Atsumu's mood instantly brightened after setting such a great ball.
He turned his head to look at Hinata, who was pulling at his pants, opened his arms toward Hinata with a smile. "Nice play, Shoyo."
A hand from somewhere thrust itself between the two, in the next second, silver-gray hair appeared in Miya Atsumu's gaze.
In less than a single second, Miya Osamu had completed the process of pulling Hinata's hand away from Miya Atsumu's pants, separating the two of them, then squeezing in to give Miya Atsumu a hug.
After letting go of Miya Atsumu, Miya Osamu turned his head and gave Hinata another hug.
Nice play.
Miya Atsumu's head was full of question marks.
No, what is this even for!
Are they even going to stop me from celebrating after hitting a great spike!
Just how much did he offend Miya Osamu! Does he really have to treat him like this!
A volleyball was shoved into Suna's empty hands.
Suna looked at him expressionlessly: "Serve a good one."
Cheers erupted from the stands: "Atsumu, serve a good one!"
Realizing that he couldn't lose his composure in front of such a large crowd, Miya Atsumu let out a soft click of his tongue and walked to the serving position with a look of pure reluctance, clutching the volleyball.
Taking six steps forward, Atsumu turned and came to a halt.
He looked at the back of Miya Osamu and Suna's heads in his field of vision, his already depressed mood becoming even more unbearable.
Suna, who had originally kept his hands in front of him, raised his arm, silently shielding the back of his head.
And at this moment, Miya Atsumu had already directed all of his fury toward the Libero on the other side of the net, Nasuji.
—It's all Ichibayashi's fault!