Actually, his condition was fine; he was just acting up just now to stop Hinata from continuing his hundred-meter sprint.
After the match ended, he went into a complete energy-saving mode, unlike Hinata, who was still running and jumping around while taking photos.
Moreover, Hinata's weight isn't that heavy; he'll be completely fine.
He has been training his physical fitness properly!
Despite his body's protest, Hinata still gave in.
He followed Miya Atsumu's movement and leaned forward, being picked up by him.
Lying on Miya Atsumu's back, Hinata pressed his cheek against his ear.
The warmth radiating through the clothes made Hinata feel quite drowsy.
Nuzzling Atsumu-senpai's hair, Hinata said with great peace of mind, "If you're having dinner, Atsumu-senpai, remember to call me.."
Miya Atsumu smiled slightly. "Alright."
The four rows of footprints that had originally been side-by-side on the snow-covered path where no one had walked had turned into two deep rows.
The streetlights stretched the shadows of the two people very, very long, casting them onto the path they had just traveled.
Goodnight, Shoyo.
Good morning! Atsumu-senpai!!
That energetic voice once again revitalized the Inarizaki members throughout the entire floor.
After a hearty meal and a night of rest, Hinata had fully recovered his strength.
Coach Kurosu, who had stayed up for two consecutive nights to prepare for battle, stretched his limbs. "Young people really have so much energy.."
Looking at the crowd, whose faces were written with exhaustion and extreme lethargy, Coach Omimi disagreed: "No, it's just Shoyo."
—Suna looks like he could collapse at any moment.
But they didn't have any extra time to sleep, as Coach Utsunomiya had already called to say that everything was ready over there, they were just waiting for them to arrive.
The Inarizaki bus had also been waiting at the hotel entrance for a while; they could set off as soon as they finished breakfast.
Hearing Coach Kurosu say that everything had been arranged on Itachiyama's side, the still-sleepy Miya Atsumu asked instinctively, "Are we having the physical exams today?"
Miya Osamu let out a yawn, ruthlessly exposing Miya Atsumu's self-deception: "No way, there are other necessary items before the physical test."
—What was it?
—It was a friendly greeting from the Itachiyama therapist.
He—lp——meeeeeeeeeeee——
Looking at the corpses scattered across the ground, Iizuna, who was leaning on a crutch, silently clasped his hands together in a moment of silence for the Inarizaki members.
At this moment, Hinata's piercing screams in his ears even sounded somewhat pleasant to Amatori on the other side.
Even though his conscience stung, seeing the Inarizaki members suffer made him feel inexplicably relieved.
Amatori leaned against the wall, maintaining an attitude of watching a spectacle. "How pathetic."
Miya Atsumu, having finally recovered, sat up. Although he felt as if he were being sliced by a thousand cuts, he still stubbornly replied, "Amatori-senpai, this is what it feels like to be a champion."
Amatori rolled her eyes directly. "So what if you're a champion? You're acting like no one else has ever won before."
After saying that, he stormed into the room, "Teacher Mikail! There's someone here saying your technique isn't good; he still feels his muscles are stiff."
The blonde therapist looked up with a smile, pausing for a moment in his movements as he handled Hinata.
He was clearly smiling, but the warmth didn't reach his eyes. "Who is it? Bring them in so I can take a look."
Miya Atsumu tried to use both his hands and feet to escape, but he was grabbed by a hand appearing from nowhere and ultimately ended up lying back down on the ground.
Amatori turned her head with a wicked grin and grabbed Miya Atsumu, dragging him inside. "Teacher, I brought one for you!"
After throwing the dressed Hinata toward the outside after finishing his treatment, the therapist dragged Miya Atsumu onto the examination table.
Miya Atsumu failed to escape and was once again forced to face his fear: "Amatori-senpai is slandering me! I didn't say that!!"
Aaaargh—!
Listening to Miya Atsumu's pig-like scream, the assistant beside him said helplessly, "Be a little gentler."
The therapist refused to listen: "He's questioning my professionalism."
Anyway, he trusts his own kid unconditionally; the foxes of Inarizaki are all bad kids.
Hinata Shoyo lay on the ground quite peacefully: "I'm already dead."
His treated skin was red from head to toe, looking exactly like a steamed large shrimp.
Hinata Natsu knelt down and poked him, "Brother, you're so pathetic."
"Xiaoxia—" Hinata Shoyo threw himself toward her, looking pitiful.
By the way, Coach Himegomiya took you to get your height measured? What was the result?
Xiaoxia stood up straight, hands on her hips, lifted her chin triumphantly: "The doctor said there's hope for me to reach 1.8 meters."
As soon as these words were spoken, the Inarizaki members all sat up abruptly.
At the mention of vegetables growing in the field in an instant, everyone turned their heads in unison to look at Hinata Natsu.
Iizuna, who was sitting in a chair with his crutches and lost in thought, was startled: "What's wrong?!"
Rishia Heisuke's face was full of shock: "For real? One meter eighty?"
One meter eighty isn't quite enough for Men's Volleyball, but in Women's Volleyball, it's definitely upper-middle tier.
Wait, does the Hinata family actually have the height gene?
That's true, Hinata's father's height is actually quite decent.
Hinata Shoyo's eyes widened, his face filled with pure joy and excitement: "Wow—Xiaoxia is amazing!!"
One meter eighty! That's one meter eighty!!
"Hmph." Xiaoxia became even more smug.
Agatsuma, who had been staying quiet in the corner like a mushroom, stared at the Hinata siblings hugging each other, his thoughts began to wander.
—Is his younger sister bigger than he is?
While everyone was cheering wildly for Xiaoxia, Miya Atsumu's voice in the background gradually faded from its initial loudness into silence.
Miya Osamu, who hadn't eaten much in his rush this morning, tore open the wrapper of the rice ball in his hand and took a secret bite.
Ginjima snapped his head around to look at him. "Are you sure you want to eat right now?"
"Huh?" Miya Osamu was stunned for a moment.
There shouldn't be any other plans for the rest of the day, there's no need for any strenuous exercise, so theoretically, there shouldn't be any problems with eating.
Ginjima ultimately spoke the bad news he had heard before: "We have to go measure our height and weight this afternoon."
The Third Year students no longer need to, but they still have to be measured.
And he remembered that even before coming to Tokyo, Miya Osamu's body fat percentage had always been on the higher side..
After a few seconds of silence, Miya Osamu suddenly felt like the rice ball in his mouth had lost its flavor.
Aran reached out a hand to him. "I don't mind, give some to me."
The matter of joining a professional team can wait; today is his day of indulgence!
After thinking for a brief two seconds, Miya Osamu shoved the entire rice ball into his mouth, completely dodging Aran's hand.
Anyway, his body fat percentage wasn't going to reach the qualifying level just because he ate one less rice ball.
Since he was going to die either way, he chose to satisfy his appetite first.
Mmm, so delicious.
Watching Miya Osamu's face full of happiness, Ginjima fell silent, Aran also fell silent.
Aran reached out again: "Is there more?"
He woke up late this morning, now he was truly starving to death.
Miya Osamu shrugged. "It's gone."
Just then, a wave of resentment swept over from behind, almost turning into a physical force that swallowed the entire corridor.
You guys.. are having a lot of fun, aren't you..
Miya Atsumu, who was on the verge of losing the ability to walk, clung to the doorframe as he stumbled out.
Atsumu-senpai, just now Xiaoxia..
Hearing Miya Atsumu's voice, Hinata turned his head around and the first thing he saw was a shadow that looked like a zombie.
From his angle, the light was completely behind the figure, making it impossible to see their silhouette or face.
Considering that this building is the school clinic..
A, a Resident Evil?!
Hinata, who had become instantly alert, was so terrified that his hair nearly stood on end.
He stood in front of Xiaoxia, screaming in resistance.
“D-Don't come any closer, ahhhhhhh—!”
Watching the continuous drama unfolding before his eyes, Iizuna raised a hand to cover his face and let out a deep sigh.
Help me..
Where on earth should he even begin to complain..
Fortunately, Coach Kurosu's timely appearance interrupted this farce: "What are you all doing! Hurry up and pack up, then head downstairs to get your heights measured."
Everyone replied in unison, "Yes, sir!"
Under Miya Atsumu's gaze, Hinata, who had finally realized the zombie was him, didn't even dare to breathe heavily.
He was wrong, he was truly wrong.
Please let him go, Atsumu-senpai.
However, Hinata's panic completely vanished after his height was measured.