The start of semifinals

The gym was filled with a sea of fans, their cheers echoing off the walls as the first semifinal of the National Tournament finally began. The anticipation was palpable, the energy almost electric.

Both teams lined up at opposite sides of the court, their faces serious but full of determination.

The Nekoma team stood tall and focused, their uniform colors standing out in the sea of supporters. Wakasa was at the forefront, his eyes sharp, scanning the court as the crowd cheered loudly for their team. Kenma, Kuroo, Lev, Inouka, and the rest of the players stood in solidarity beside him. The energy was a mix of excitement and nervousness, but they were all in sync—ready to give everything they had.

Across from them, Komomedai was equally as focused, their players lined up with precision. Hoshiumi, the powerful ace, was giving a look of quiet confidence, while Hirugami, their towering middle blocker, was already bouncing lightly on his feet, eager to make his mark on the match. Shimizu, the setter, was glancing between his teammates, reading the play even before it began.

The crowd's cheers intensified as both teams walked to the center of the court to exchange handshakes, a gesture of mutual respect before the battle.

"Good luck," Hirugami said to Wakasa, his deep voice carrying over the roar of the crowd. Wakasa gave a brief nod, his expression unreadable.

"Same to you," Wakasa replied.

As both teams backed away to their respective sides, the atmosphere became more intense. The arena seemed to hold its breath.

The referee signaled for the start of the match. The teams gathered at their positions, and the cheers reached a crescendo.

"Komomedai, serving first!" the announcer boomed over the loudspeaker, and the crowd erupted.

Hirugami took his place at the serving line, his expression focused, ready to kick off the semifinal with the serve.

He tossed the ball into the air with practiced precision, stepping forward and sending a powerful, fast serve towards Nekoma's side of the court. The ball came at them like a missile, its speed making it almost impossible to read at first.

But Wakasa was already in position, his eyes locked on the ball, his body coiled like a spring. With a sharp motion, he leapt and received the serve cleanly, setting it up perfectly for Kenma.

The game had begun, and the crowd erupted as both teams prepared for the battle ahead.