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Haikyu!!: Rise of Sengoku
- Thread starter Veltoria
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Chapter 30: The Blacksmith
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Host: Akashi Asuka
Height: 182.6 cm
Weight: 79 kg
Reach: 339 cm
Strength: 78.5 [Core Strength 78.1, Arm Strength 79]
Speed: 75.2 [Explosive Speed 75.3, Reaction Speed 75.1]
Stamina: 75.7 [Endurance 75.5, Cardiopulmonary 75.9]
Jump: 77 [Jump Height 78.9, Hang Time 75.1]
Basic Skills: 72.8 [Serve 72.3, Bump 72.1, Set 65.8, Spike 79.4, Block 75.4, Defense 72]
Advanced Skills: [Cross-court Spike 73], [Straight Spike 73.4], [Power Jump Serve 74.5]
······
One week after the new term began.
After finishing all the chaotic "school start tests." the volleyball team's coach, Shimokawa Mitsuto, gave the players another round of assessments.
The data in hand was Akashi Asuka's latest test results.
Of course, the latter part of this data mainly came from the system, while the paper Shimokawa Mitsuto held lacked that same level of precision and detail, except for the first three categories.
Still, the newest stats were enough to shock Shimokawa Mitsuto.
To him, these weren't just numbers, they were a clear, concrete display of talent.
In just one month, Akashi Asuka's data had evolved to a whole new level compared to when the training camp ended. Such seemingly limitless progress was hard to explain with anything other than the word talent.
What baffled Shimokawa Mitsuto the most was that he had been coaching Akashi for quite some time, yet during his first and second years, there had been no sign of such gifted ability.
Could this really be what they called a "late bloomer"?
Puzzled, Shimokawa Mitsuto turned to the next data sheet.
"Hm! This one looks more normal."
The second set belonged to Ryuhei Sanashita. Compared to Akashi's data, Sanashita's growth trajectory was much more typical.
Starting with height and weight: they weren't too far apart. Both had grown nearly 1.5 cm in the past month.
While that rate of growth was somewhat fast, it was completely normal for a third-year junior high student. Shimokawa had even seen cases where students grew so much during summer break that all their clothes and shoes became unusable.
As for weight, Sanashita hadn't gained nearly as much as Akashi.
Akashi's weight gain came from his increasing strength attribute, which forced a rise in muscle mass, and that slightly limited his jump attribute growth.
In other areas, Sanashita obviously couldn't compare to Akashi.
Compared to the day the training camp ended, Sanashita's physical and skill stats showed some improvements, but a few areas had dropped slightly.
This wasn't surprising to Shimokawa.
In fact, considering a whole summer had passed, maintaining this level was already quite encouraging.
It showed that Sanashita hadn't wasted his vacation. Even if he didn't follow a strict training plan like Akashi, he at least kept up some practice.
If he had just played around for a month, his skills would've plummeted.
This is the nature of competitive sports.
The other players' stats were mostly similar, proving that the team was pushing themselves hard to defeat Kitagawa Daiichi Junior High.
Holding the stack of sheets, Shimokawa Mitsuto's heart burned with excitement.
"If they keep this up, maybe this year Sengoku really can make it to the nationals."
Last year, Shimokawa had entertained the thought of leading Sengoku to the national tournament, but it was just an idea back then. As a coach, he knew how tough it was to reach that level.
Now, that thought had begun to feel like a real possibility.
Not just because the players worked hard, but mainly because of Akashi Asuka's remarkable progress, the real hope for breaking through to nationals.
Though his heart was aflame, Shimokawa kept a calm exterior.
He stood up slowly and said, "After this test, it's clear you've all worked hard over the summer. But... it's still not enough. Except for Akashi, all of you have been too lazy since the training camp ended."
"There are just over three weeks until the national tournament, and this is your last chance in junior high. If you want revenge on Kitagawa and want to make a real push at nationals, then seize this limited time and give it your all!"
The group responded loudly, "Yes!!!"
Shimokawa's speech was a powerful boost of motivation for the second-year boys.
They immediately threw themselves into training with fiery passion.
Akashi grabbed a basket of balls, ready to keep practicing his jump serve, aiming to push his serve skill above 75 before the national tournament started.
But before he could begin, two figures approached him from a short distance away.
Nishimori Tomohiko arrived first, already excitedly waving his arms, "Asuka-senpai, "
"Hey Akashi, can you spike a few more balls my way during practice?" Ryuhei Sanashita cut in before Nishimori finished, stepping right up to Akashi.
Hearing that, Nishimori's excitement froze instantly, his face draining of color as the disappointment was obvious.
How did this happen?
I was here first...
Since the last match, Sanashita had been reflecting on himself.
During the prefectural tournament, Sanashita's performance wasn't bad. Aside from some initial nerves causing mistakes early on, his subsequent games were solid.
Still, he felt he just couldn't mesh well with Akashi on the court.
At first, he thought the problem was his own play, but after the summer training camp, he realized it wasn't that.
It was Akashi who was playing at an exceptional level.
Akashi's progress was so fast it was almost visible to the naked eye, not only in regular training but even mid-tournament.
Because of this, Sanashita felt his "normal" performance just couldn't keep up with Akashi's pace.
The setter is the team's commander.
Also, the blacksmith who forged the weapons for the spikers.
But during the first half of the prefectural tournament, Sanashita was undeniably an unqualified setter.
Height: 182.6 cm
Weight: 79 kg
Reach: 339 cm
Strength: 78.5 [Core Strength 78.1, Arm Strength 79]
Speed: 75.2 [Explosive Speed 75.3, Reaction Speed 75.1]
Stamina: 75.7 [Endurance 75.5, Cardiopulmonary 75.9]
Jump: 77 [Jump Height 78.9, Hang Time 75.1]
Basic Skills: 72.8 [Serve 72.3, Bump 72.1, Set 65.8, Spike 79.4, Block 75.4, Defense 72]
Advanced Skills: [Cross-court Spike 73], [Straight Spike 73.4], [Power Jump Serve 74.5]
······
One week after the new term began.
After finishing all the chaotic "school start tests." the volleyball team's coach, Shimokawa Mitsuto, gave the players another round of assessments.
The data in hand was Akashi Asuka's latest test results.
Of course, the latter part of this data mainly came from the system, while the paper Shimokawa Mitsuto held lacked that same level of precision and detail, except for the first three categories.
Still, the newest stats were enough to shock Shimokawa Mitsuto.
To him, these weren't just numbers, they were a clear, concrete display of talent.
In just one month, Akashi Asuka's data had evolved to a whole new level compared to when the training camp ended. Such seemingly limitless progress was hard to explain with anything other than the word talent.
What baffled Shimokawa Mitsuto the most was that he had been coaching Akashi for quite some time, yet during his first and second years, there had been no sign of such gifted ability.
Could this really be what they called a "late bloomer"?
Puzzled, Shimokawa Mitsuto turned to the next data sheet.
"Hm! This one looks more normal."
The second set belonged to Ryuhei Sanashita. Compared to Akashi's data, Sanashita's growth trajectory was much more typical.
Starting with height and weight: they weren't too far apart. Both had grown nearly 1.5 cm in the past month.
While that rate of growth was somewhat fast, it was completely normal for a third-year junior high student. Shimokawa had even seen cases where students grew so much during summer break that all their clothes and shoes became unusable.
As for weight, Sanashita hadn't gained nearly as much as Akashi.
Akashi's weight gain came from his increasing strength attribute, which forced a rise in muscle mass, and that slightly limited his jump attribute growth.
In other areas, Sanashita obviously couldn't compare to Akashi.
Compared to the day the training camp ended, Sanashita's physical and skill stats showed some improvements, but a few areas had dropped slightly.
This wasn't surprising to Shimokawa.
In fact, considering a whole summer had passed, maintaining this level was already quite encouraging.
It showed that Sanashita hadn't wasted his vacation. Even if he didn't follow a strict training plan like Akashi, he at least kept up some practice.
If he had just played around for a month, his skills would've plummeted.
This is the nature of competitive sports.
The other players' stats were mostly similar, proving that the team was pushing themselves hard to defeat Kitagawa Daiichi Junior High.
Holding the stack of sheets, Shimokawa Mitsuto's heart burned with excitement.
"If they keep this up, maybe this year Sengoku really can make it to the nationals."
Last year, Shimokawa had entertained the thought of leading Sengoku to the national tournament, but it was just an idea back then. As a coach, he knew how tough it was to reach that level.
Now, that thought had begun to feel like a real possibility.
Not just because the players worked hard, but mainly because of Akashi Asuka's remarkable progress, the real hope for breaking through to nationals.
Though his heart was aflame, Shimokawa kept a calm exterior.
He stood up slowly and said, "After this test, it's clear you've all worked hard over the summer. But... it's still not enough. Except for Akashi, all of you have been too lazy since the training camp ended."
"There are just over three weeks until the national tournament, and this is your last chance in junior high. If you want revenge on Kitagawa and want to make a real push at nationals, then seize this limited time and give it your all!"
The group responded loudly, "Yes!!!"
Shimokawa's speech was a powerful boost of motivation for the second-year boys.
They immediately threw themselves into training with fiery passion.
Akashi grabbed a basket of balls, ready to keep practicing his jump serve, aiming to push his serve skill above 75 before the national tournament started.
But before he could begin, two figures approached him from a short distance away.
Nishimori Tomohiko arrived first, already excitedly waving his arms, "Asuka-senpai, "
"Hey Akashi, can you spike a few more balls my way during practice?" Ryuhei Sanashita cut in before Nishimori finished, stepping right up to Akashi.
Hearing that, Nishimori's excitement froze instantly, his face draining of color as the disappointment was obvious.
How did this happen?
I was here first...
Since the last match, Sanashita had been reflecting on himself.
During the prefectural tournament, Sanashita's performance wasn't bad. Aside from some initial nerves causing mistakes early on, his subsequent games were solid.
Still, he felt he just couldn't mesh well with Akashi on the court.
At first, he thought the problem was his own play, but after the summer training camp, he realized it wasn't that.
It was Akashi who was playing at an exceptional level.
Akashi's progress was so fast it was almost visible to the naked eye, not only in regular training but even mid-tournament.
Because of this, Sanashita felt his "normal" performance just couldn't keep up with Akashi's pace.
The setter is the team's commander.
Also, the blacksmith who forged the weapons for the spikers.
But during the first half of the prefectural tournament, Sanashita was undeniably an unqualified setter.
Chapter 31: A Fateful Meeting
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Ryuhei Sanashita was determined to forge a stronger weapon for Akashi Asuka.
Nishimori Tomohiko wanted to steal a few more glances at the senior he admired from up close.
When these two collided, the result was, naturally, not a battlefield of rivalry.
Only children pick sides.
Adults want it all.
Besides, with Akashi Asuka's current stamina, one setter alone simply couldn't keep up with his monstrous energy.
Only together could the two barely hold their own against him.
Before the national tournament officially began, Akashi's training regimen differed from the rest of the volleyball club.
While everyone else focused on match play to sharpen their skills and peak their conditioning, Akashi didn't need that.
Having trained hard all summer and competed frequently, his main goal was to strengthen his existing advantages: power, spiking, and serving.
Especially strength training.
Now, Akashi's arm strength was inching close to 80. Once he broke through that barrier, his spiking power would leap to a whole new level.
…
Three weeks, it's not long, but not short either.
As the Sengoku Junior High volleyball team pushed themselves relentlessly, time seemed to fly by in the blink of an eye.
The day of the National Junior High Comprehensive Sports Tournament men's volleyball preliminaries had arrived.
Dressed sharply in their uniforms, the Sengoku team boarded the school bus with a fierce determination.
Compared to the county tournament, their excitement and curiosity had given way to calm confidence.
Meanwhile, inside the bustling arena…
A boy with bright orange curls and the stature of a grade schooler, yet bursting with energy, experienced the venue for the first time.
"Wow! So many people! Such a huge gym, and it even smells like Salonpas spray!" he exclaimed, eyes wide in awe.
But his excitement didn't last long.
A team marched in through the entrance with a military-like presence.
At the front was Tobio Kageyama.
Compared to months ago, his aura had grown even more intense, his expression darker, and an unmistakable "keep out" vibe surrounded him.
This was the team from Kitagawa Daiichi Junior High.
The county's absolute top school, Kitagawa's every appearance sparked a roar from the crowd.
Then, in a place powered by miracles, the restroom,
The orange-haired boy and Tobio Kageyama met for the first time.
…
At the same time,
The Sengoku bus pulled into the parking lot outside the arena.
One by one, the volleyball members stepped off, their changed demeanor and fierce aura drawing curious looks.
"Whoa, that vibe is scary."
"This team isn't messing around."
"Yeah, but do you even know who they are?"
"Nope. Not a clue."
Sengoku Junior High's reputation paled compared to Kitagawa's. Even though they'd tied the club's best record at the county tournament, that was only making the top sixteen.
Hearing these remarks annoyed Oomae Masato.
But before he could react, Jujirou Kazama, who knew his body better than he did, grabbed his collar and pulled him back.
"Don't act up, Oomae. Kitagawa's match is about to start. Let's watch and learn about their current strength, then warm up."
Upon hearing the name "Kitagawa." Oomae snapped to attention, no longer causing trouble.
Kitagawa Daiichi Junior High wasn't a seeded team at this national preliminaries.
Last year, during the national tournament, they were transitioning from old to new stars.
Their former ace setter had graduated, and the new ace hadn't yet matured.
So, last year at preliminaries, they'd only made the quarterfinals.
As a result,
Kitagawa had to play from the very first round this year.
Once inside the arena,
The Sengoku team noticed Kitagawa's match had already started.
Only five minutes in,
The score stood at a staggering 10-3.
"Wow, that's a brutal score!"
The Sengoku team who just arrived gasped in surprise.
"Is Kitagawa really this strong now?"
"No way! Dummy, even Kitagawa can't rack up a lead like that this fast. Their opponents must be trash."
"True, Kitagawa isn't seeded this year, but their strength is undeniable. The organizers wouldn't match them against such weak opponents."
Coach Shimokawa explained.
They watched intently but soon started feeling sleepy.
They'd come to gauge Kitagawa's strength, but the opponent was too weak to reveal much.
After just ten minutes,
The first set ended with an overwhelming 25-8 score.
"That Yukigaoka Junior High team, except for that tiny orange-haired kid, looks like they don't know volleyball at all." Oomae yawned lazily.
"Yeah! And even that kid's skills are rough. What are they doing in a real tournament?"
"Hey, Akashi, you seem pretty interested in that Yukigaoka kid, you're watching him closely."
Akashi smiled and replied, "Of course. Watching anime live is totally different from seeing it on TV."
Oomae: "???"
"What nonsense. Are you running a fever or something?"
Akashi rested his chin on the front row chair, shaking his head gently.
"Don't underestimate that little guy from Yukigaoka! He's got some real talent. If we only compare vertical jump, he might even be higher than me right now."
Part of Akashi's reach advantage came from his height. But purely on jump height, the current Shoyo Hinata might even surpass him.
Oomae snorted. "Pfft! Even if that brat's got some talent, I don't buy that he's stronger than you, the 'monster.'"
Akashi: "……"
That left me speechless.
Nishimori Tomohiko wanted to steal a few more glances at the senior he admired from up close.
When these two collided, the result was, naturally, not a battlefield of rivalry.
Only children pick sides.
Adults want it all.
Besides, with Akashi Asuka's current stamina, one setter alone simply couldn't keep up with his monstrous energy.
Only together could the two barely hold their own against him.
Before the national tournament officially began, Akashi's training regimen differed from the rest of the volleyball club.
While everyone else focused on match play to sharpen their skills and peak their conditioning, Akashi didn't need that.
Having trained hard all summer and competed frequently, his main goal was to strengthen his existing advantages: power, spiking, and serving.
Especially strength training.
Now, Akashi's arm strength was inching close to 80. Once he broke through that barrier, his spiking power would leap to a whole new level.
…
Three weeks, it's not long, but not short either.
As the Sengoku Junior High volleyball team pushed themselves relentlessly, time seemed to fly by in the blink of an eye.
The day of the National Junior High Comprehensive Sports Tournament men's volleyball preliminaries had arrived.
Dressed sharply in their uniforms, the Sengoku team boarded the school bus with a fierce determination.
Compared to the county tournament, their excitement and curiosity had given way to calm confidence.
Meanwhile, inside the bustling arena…
A boy with bright orange curls and the stature of a grade schooler, yet bursting with energy, experienced the venue for the first time.
"Wow! So many people! Such a huge gym, and it even smells like Salonpas spray!" he exclaimed, eyes wide in awe.
But his excitement didn't last long.
A team marched in through the entrance with a military-like presence.
At the front was Tobio Kageyama.
Compared to months ago, his aura had grown even more intense, his expression darker, and an unmistakable "keep out" vibe surrounded him.
This was the team from Kitagawa Daiichi Junior High.
The county's absolute top school, Kitagawa's every appearance sparked a roar from the crowd.
Then, in a place powered by miracles, the restroom,
The orange-haired boy and Tobio Kageyama met for the first time.
…
At the same time,
The Sengoku bus pulled into the parking lot outside the arena.
One by one, the volleyball members stepped off, their changed demeanor and fierce aura drawing curious looks.
"Whoa, that vibe is scary."
"This team isn't messing around."
"Yeah, but do you even know who they are?"
"Nope. Not a clue."
Sengoku Junior High's reputation paled compared to Kitagawa's. Even though they'd tied the club's best record at the county tournament, that was only making the top sixteen.
Hearing these remarks annoyed Oomae Masato.
But before he could react, Jujirou Kazama, who knew his body better than he did, grabbed his collar and pulled him back.
"Don't act up, Oomae. Kitagawa's match is about to start. Let's watch and learn about their current strength, then warm up."
Upon hearing the name "Kitagawa." Oomae snapped to attention, no longer causing trouble.
Kitagawa Daiichi Junior High wasn't a seeded team at this national preliminaries.
Last year, during the national tournament, they were transitioning from old to new stars.
Their former ace setter had graduated, and the new ace hadn't yet matured.
So, last year at preliminaries, they'd only made the quarterfinals.
As a result,
Kitagawa had to play from the very first round this year.
Once inside the arena,
The Sengoku team noticed Kitagawa's match had already started.
Only five minutes in,
The score stood at a staggering 10-3.
"Wow, that's a brutal score!"
The Sengoku team who just arrived gasped in surprise.
"Is Kitagawa really this strong now?"
"No way! Dummy, even Kitagawa can't rack up a lead like that this fast. Their opponents must be trash."
"True, Kitagawa isn't seeded this year, but their strength is undeniable. The organizers wouldn't match them against such weak opponents."
Coach Shimokawa explained.
They watched intently but soon started feeling sleepy.
They'd come to gauge Kitagawa's strength, but the opponent was too weak to reveal much.
After just ten minutes,
The first set ended with an overwhelming 25-8 score.
"That Yukigaoka Junior High team, except for that tiny orange-haired kid, looks like they don't know volleyball at all." Oomae yawned lazily.
"Yeah! And even that kid's skills are rough. What are they doing in a real tournament?"
"Hey, Akashi, you seem pretty interested in that Yukigaoka kid, you're watching him closely."
Akashi smiled and replied, "Of course. Watching anime live is totally different from seeing it on TV."
Oomae: "???"
"What nonsense. Are you running a fever or something?"
Akashi rested his chin on the front row chair, shaking his head gently.
"Don't underestimate that little guy from Yukigaoka! He's got some real talent. If we only compare vertical jump, he might even be higher than me right now."
Part of Akashi's reach advantage came from his height. But purely on jump height, the current Shoyo Hinata might even surpass him.
Oomae snorted. "Pfft! Even if that brat's got some talent, I don't buy that he's stronger than you, the 'monster.'"
Akashi: "……"
That left me speechless.