Shoyo hurriedly shouted toward Unai, who was rushing over there, "It's a promise—see you next time—"
Unai Aman jogged toward the bus stop, looking back to wave at Shoyo, "See you next time!"
As the bus drove away from the station, Hinata slowly lowered his waving hand, feeling an indescribable sensation in his heart for a moment.
Rishia Heisuke, who had been sitting on a chair on the opposite side of the large hall, walked to Hinata's side.
After watching the two of them chat from beginning to end, Rishia Heisuke raised his hand and lightly patted Shoyo's back. "Don't be sad, you'll definitely meet them again in the future."
But in the next second, Shoyo suddenly raised his hand and pumped his fist, then lowered his body before jumping up again to cheer, "That's amazing!"
Heisuke! I finally met the Little Giant!!
He's so cool! And so kind! He's such an amazing senpai!!
I also told Giant-senpai about my business, he praised me for being amazing!
“He said I'm already the Little Giant!!”
The Black Jackals' match was already halfway through, most people had long since headed over to the arena, leaving only a few people in the hall.
So when Shoyo spoke, his voice was so loud that it even caused quite a bit of an echo.
Rishia Heisuke, who hadn't clearly heard what the two had been saying and had been somewhat worried that Shoyo would feel disillusioned, let out a sigh of relief and laughed upon hearing him say that. "Then.. that's truly wonderful."
Shoyo excitedly pulled out his phone, preparing to send a message to Hoshiumi Hikari: "I'm going to tell Hikari-kun all about this!"
Rishia grabbed him and forcibly stopped him. "Let's talk about this on the bus later. We'll grab lunch first, then we'll have to pack our things to head back."
Shoyo agreed deeply and quickly put his phone away. "You're right, Heisuke."
They certainly still had many things to do; once they returned, he could even call Hoshiumi Hikari.
Having avoided the painful end of standing in the middle of the hall as the crowd dispersed, Rishia Heisuke also breathed a sigh of relief.
Meanwhile, Miya Osamu patted his stomach as he and Miya Atsumu walked out of a dessert shop together.
Unlike the refreshed Miya Osamu, Miya Atsumu, who followed behind him, looked as if he had lost half of his soul.
Miya Atsumu's eyes were hollow. "Is there more.. It's almost time, isn't it?"
He was truly about to vomit; how could anyone eat breakfast all morning long!!
If Miya Osamu said he wanted to go eat lunch now, he would absolutely beat this guy until he vomited up the breakfast from the day before yesterday!
Fortunately, Miya Osamu didn't go that far; he simply hailed a taxi and gave the driver the location of his hotel.
Miya Atsumu finally breathed a sigh of relief; it was such a relief that there was no plan to go to the next place!
Miya Osamu was still gloating over his own plan at this moment: "See, a perfect itinerary."
We got to eat everything we wanted without delaying anything else; it was simply perfect.
Atsumu closed his eyes. "Shut up, or I'm going to hit you."
Miya Osamu glanced at the pale-faced Miya Atsumu and asked, "You're not going to throw up, are you? This is someone else's car."
And.. don't do the food and my wallet wrong.
Because his goal was to try several different types of food, he and Miya Atsumu essentially shared every dish, each taking half.
Of course, he treated everyone to all the expenses today.
Atsumu's bonus was used to go on a trip with Hinata's family; using his bonus to eat was no problem at all.
Miya Atsumu fell silent.
He had eaten too much, combined with the many traffic lights on this route and the fact that the heater was on because of the cold weather, he didn't open the window. He was feeling truly nauseous now.
Fortunately, the distance wasn't particularly long, so he managed to hold it in and didn't vomit in the car; otherwise, the compensation for the driver's lost work time alone would have been a significant amount.
The moment he got off the bus, he saw Hinata standing in front of the bus at the bottom of the hotel stairs.
He had two bags placed beside him, clearly having packed his things as well.
Shoyo bounced toward Miya Atsumu, waving his hands. "Atsumu-senpai! Over here, over here!"
His mood today was absolutely wonderful; he felt like he could fly.
Watching Miya Osamu go up to pack things, Miya Atsumu felt absolutely wonderful.
He immediately leaned toward Hinata's side. "Shoyo, you are so reliable. I thought we'd come back so late that we wouldn't have time to pack."
Coach Kurosu's gaze silently drifted over. "Yes, quite early, Captain Miya Atsumu."
Listening to such obvious sarcasm, Miya Atsumu fell silent for a few seconds.
Fine, he admitted he was wrong.
But.. it's all Miya Osamu's fault! He said he wouldn't go to the last shop! Even though there wasn't much of each item, they ordered so many different kinds!
That milk caramel pudding was so cloying he still hasn't recovered from it!
Following Shoyo onto the bus, Miya Atsumu sat down in the seat next to him, causing Rishia Heisuke, who had only stepped away to get something from Unabara Uta, to instinctively shrink his neck in surprise.
Arriving a step late, Rishia slunk back to Kumagai's side, while simultaneously turning his head away to make himself disappear from Miya Atsumu's sight.
And Hinata was completely oblivious to Miya Atsumu's forceful seat-grabbing, thinking that Rishia and Miya Atsumu had arranged it beforehand.
He rummaged through his own backpack and pulled out those gifts from Unai Aman and Inunari: "Atsumu-senpai! I saw Giant-senpai today!"
Unai Aman's name was written on the thick autograph board, with a tiny figure of someone receiving a ball drawn beside it in black ink.
The other few sheets of paper were all manga manuscripts, one featured a drawing of a back view of someone wearing the number 4.
Without exception, they were all volleyball movements. It was clear that the author understood volleyball very well and loved the sport; every stroke was filled with vibrant vitality.
Miya Atsumu blinked and took those manuscripts from Shoyo: "Manga?"
“Shoyo, are you still interested in manga? I usually read One Piece and Naruto. Do you read them, Shoyo? I have all the current tankōbon at my house.”
Miya Atsumu couldn't make out the scribbled name on that autograph board and subconsciously ignored it.
Shoyo shook his head. "I haven't seen it."
Having completely failed to realize that Miya Atsumu was on a different wavelength, he continued, "This is Giant-senpai's work; it hasn't been published in a magazine yet, he is already meeting with the editor."
Miya Atsumu finally caught on to the point: "Huh? So Giant-senpai is.."
Hinata froze for a moment, only then realizing that Miya Atsumu might not know who he was talking about.
So he raised his hand and pointed at the autograph board that Miya Atsumu was holding in his hands: "It's Unai Aman-senpai, the Little Giant of Karasuno!"
Finally, Miya Atsumu reacted: "That Little Giant?!"
He remembered that this person was the reason Shoyo started playing volleyball?
In that case.. they really ought to give this senpai a proper thank you.
Otherwise, Shoyo might have been snatched away by some badminton, soccer, figure skating, or skiing coach.
Hinata gesticulated wildly as he described it to Miya Atsumu, "Giant-senpai is drawing manga now, a story about volleyball! He even grew his hair long; he looks so handsome!"
Miya Atsumu tried to visualize the image Shoyo had described, imagining a burly, unruly little thug with long hair.
Just then, Shoyo raised his hand and asked, "Atsumu-senpai, do you think it would look cool if I grew my hair long too?"
Imagining the horrific image, Miya Atsumu shook his head repeatedly. "No, no, no, that would definitely not suit you, Shoyo."
We'll get our hair cut when we get back. If you let yours grow long, it'll probably curl up and get in your eyes.
"But.." Shoyo wanted to argue back.
Miya Atsumu interrupted him forcefully: "It will affect your volleyball!"
Hearing this, Hinata nodded as well, quickly abandoning his unrealistic thoughts: "Then you definitely have to cut it short!"
It was true, Unai-senpai wasn't playing volleyball anymore; he still had a whole lifetime of it ahead of him!
Then let's try again in the next life!
No.. he'll still want to play volleyball in his next life too!
The bus moved slowly forward. Watching the scenery recede outside the window, Shoyo sighed, "It's such a shame Hikari-kun isn't here; he really likes Giant-senpai."
Although the reasons why Hoshiumi started playing volleyball were not exactly the same as his, it did not prevent their shared longing for the original Little Giant.
Moreover, Hoshiumi is a more easygoing, more determined, more powerful person than him. If he were here, he might have even gotten along even better with Giant-senpai..
Shoyo shook his head and said with absolute determination, "No, I will become even more amazing than Hikari-kun, become the greatest Little Giant!"
Miya Atsumu felt like his brain was a bit fuzzy. Titles that shouldn't have been used were repeatedly striking his brain, making the motion sickness caused by his feeling of fullness even more intense.
Shoyo's excited voice continued to ring in his ears: "Giant-senpai promised me he'll come to see us at Haruko next year! We're going to win the championship! Atsumu-senpai!"
I like the Little Giant even more after meeting him! Once I'm done, I'm going to frame all these manuscripts and hang them on my wall! Oh, I have to tell Hikari-kun about this!
The bus drove over a speed bump, causing a violent jolt.
Miya Atsumu, who had just opened a bottle of water, finally reached his limit. He turned his head and retched with a loud sound, and.. he threw up all over Miya Osamu, who was sitting across the aisle.
The entire carriage fell silent.
Miya Osamu's hands trembled, he immediately grabbed Miya Atsumu by the collar and threw him out.
You bastard! My clothes!!
My limited edition Osaka Okonomiyaki postcards!!
You really should just go die, you bastard Atsumu!!
Coach Omimi broke down: "The carpet! The carpet! That's going to cost money to replace!"
Meanwhile, Hinata, who was standing nearby, also began to weep while clutching the autograph board that had been in Miya Atsumu's hands. The once-clean autograph board was now covered in the water Miya Atsumu had just spilled, causing the ink from the fountain pen to smudge into a messy blur.
Aaaaaahhh—my autograph board! Giant-senpai's autograph board—
Atsumu-senpai!! My autograph board!!
Amidst the chaos, someone raised a phone, after the flash went off, the moment was frozen on the screen.
In the last row, Unabara Uta covered the eyes of Imai, who was leaning against him to hitch a ride back.
Maho, don't look.