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2011. That was when earthquake and tsunami hit Japan, changing thousands of lives. 

And Kobayashi Yuki is just one of them.

A month ago, he was just a normal boy, graduating from a small middle school in Fukushima and was excited to go to the high school. However, the disaster changed his life. He lost both parents, not because they died, but because they were still missing until now. 

He lost his home. He lost his friends. He lost his school. He lost everything.

Having no choice, he moved to Tokyo, to a small, new orphanage to accommodate victims of the disaster who didn't have any home or wanted to change their lives in the biggest city in Japan. In his mind, all he wanted to do was enter a normal high school, do a part-time job, make some money to help the orphanage, and maybe if he were lucky enough he could be admitted into a good university with a scholarship.

However, one challenge from the volleyball team and one half-Italian blonde boy turned everything upside down. Now, he was trapped inside the crazy team, being dragged into the mess.

Inter-High.

National Tournament.

Volleyball.

Those three words kept spinning around his life as he entered a crazy high school life. Can he strive in the place where he was unfamiliar with? Would he be a good volleyball player? And what does the future hold for him?

The Birth of A Volleyball Legend

"Um… Wang-kun, can you not… I mean, what is the word?" Reiki was struggling to find a word to communicate with Michael Wang with his limited knowledge of the English language. "Can you not fire them?"

"Fire them? What do you mean?" Michael Wang tilted his head confusedly. "They are not working for me, how could I fire them?"

Even though Reiki couldn't understand half of what the boy said, his face still flushed in embarrassment, knowing that by Michael Wang's confusion that he said the wrong thing here. He glared at his teammates who had the gal to snicker at the awkward communication here as they didn't even have the guts to try it and embarrass themselves.

The Start of a Counterattack! (II)