The Start of the Finals: Nekoma vs. Itachiyama
The Start of the Finals: Nekoma vs. Itachiyama
The Tokyo Inter-High Finals had begun. The arena was packed to the brim with fans, the red and black sea of Nekoma's supporters blending with the green and gold of Itachiyama's. The tension in the air was palpable, as the two teams stood on opposite sides of the court, their eyes locked in mutual determination.
The referee blew the whistle, signaling the captains to approach for the coin toss.
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Face-Off: Kuroo vs. lizuna
Nekoma's captain, Kuroo Tetsurou, strode confidently to the center, where lizuna, Itachiyama's ace and opposite hitter, was already waiting. Lizuna's sharp, assessing gaze met Kuroo's cool smirk, the air between them charged with competitive energy.
"You ready for this?" Kuroo asked, his tone casual but laced with challenge.
Lizuna didn't respond immediately, his expression as impassive as ever. "You've made it this far, but this is where it ends."
"We'll see about that," Kuroo replied, flipping the coin with a practiced flick of his thumb.
The coin spun in the air before landing in the referee's hand. "Itachiyama wins the toss!"
Lizuna gave a small nod, returning to his team. Kuroo turned to his teammates, clapping his hands together. "Alright, we're receiving first. Let's start strong."
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Commentary Begins
The commentator's voice boomed through the arena as the players took their positions.
"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the highly anticipated Tokyo Inter-High Finals! On one side, we have Nekoma High, known for their incredible defensive plays and unmatched adaptability. On the other, Itachiyama Academy, the reigning champions, boasting incredible talent and precision. This is a clash between brains and brawn, instincts and strategy!"
The camera panned to the Nekoma side, showing Wakasa Kiyoshi, the rising star ace, exuding calm confidence. The commentator continued, "All eyes are on Nekoma's first-year ace, Wakasa Kiyoshi, who has been nothing short of phenomenal this tournament. But can he overcome Itachiyama's wall-like defense and the genius of Sakusa Kiyoomi?"
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The First Serve: Sakusa's Precision
The referee's whistle blew, signaling the start of the match. Sakusa Kiyoomi stepped up to the service line, spinning the ball in his hands as he assessed the court. His expression remained stoic, his eyes scanning Nekoma's defensive formation with meticulous precision.
"Itachiyama starts with their ace, Sakusa, serving. Known for his pinpoint accuracy and devastating topspin serves, this could set the tone for the match."
Kenma adjusted his position in the back row, his sharp gaze locked onto Sakusa. "This serve will be tough. Everyone, stay sharp," he muttered.
Sakusa tossed the ball high into the air, his form flawless as he took a measured approach. The crowd fell silent as his arm whipped forward, striking the ball with incredible force. The serve screamed across the court, a blur of motion aimed directly at Nekoma's libero, Yaku Morisuke.
"An incredible topspin serve from Sakusa!" the commentator exclaimed. "It's fast, it's heavy, and it's dangerously precise!"
Yaku planted his feet, his eyes tracking the ball with unwavering focus. At the last second, he shifted his stance, absorbing the impact with his arms in a perfect receive. The ball shot upward in a clean arc, heading straight for Kenma at the setter's position.
"Nekoma's libero, Yaku, with a textbook-perfect receive! That's why he's one of the best in Tokyo!"
Kenma stepped forward, his hands already raised to set. His expression was calm, calculating. "Let's make this count," he murmured.
The ball hung in the air for a moment, and the crowd held its breath. The first attack was about to begin.
The battle had officially started.