Preparations for the Finals
Preparations for the Finals
The air around the Tokyo Metropolitan Gymnasium grew electric as the day of the finals approached. Nekoma and Inarazaki, both teams having clawed their way through grueling matches, now stood on the brink of a historic showdown. Each side was determined to claim the title, and their preparations reflected their unwavering focus.
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Nekoma's Training
In Nekoma's training room, Coach Nekomata stood before his players, his sharp gaze sweeping across the team.
"Tomorrow is not just another match," he began, his voice firm but steady. "This is the culmination of everything you've worked for. Inarazaki is strong—probably the strongest team you've faced so far. But we've faced giants before, and we've beaten them. This time will be no different."
Kuroo nodded, his usual playful smirk replaced with a serious expression. "Their offense revolves around Miya Atsumu's setting and Aran's powerful spikes. Suna is sharp on defense, and their serves can be brutal. We'll need to be airtight on receive."
Kenma, sitting quietly in the corner with his tablet, added, "Atsumu's unpredictable. He'll test our adaptability. We have to be ready for his quick plays and feints."
"Wakasa," Coach Nekomata turned to the young ace. "You've been phenomenal so far, but tomorrow, I need you to be even better. Atsumu will target you, try to break your rhythm. Don't let him."
Wakasa's silver eyes gleamed with determination. "I won't. Let them come at me."
Lev, ever the optimist, chimed in, "And I'll block everything they send my way!"
Kuroo smirked. "Good luck with that, Lev."
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Inarazaki's Camp
Inarazaki's camp was equally intense. Coach Kurosu had gathered his players for a final strategy session.
"Nekoma is not an easy opponent," he began. "Their defense is their backbone, but don't underestimate their offense, especially with that first-year, Wakasa."
Atsumu leaned back in his chair, a confident smirk on his face. "Yeah, yeah, Wakasa this, Wakasa that. I'll shut him down."
Aran frowned slightly. "Don't get cocky, Atsumu. He's not just strong—he's smart. We've seen what he can do against the best."
Suna, sitting cross-legged on the floor, added, "Their setter, Kenma, is the brains. If we disrupt him, the whole team will feel it."
Coach Kurosu nodded. "Exactly. Focus on their connection. Atsumu, I want you to keep them guessing with your serves. Aran, Suna, you'll lead the charge on attack and defense. Remember, Nekoma thrives on long rallies. Don't give them the chance."
"Got it," Aran said firmly.
Atsumu grinned, cracking his knuckles. "This is gonna be fun."
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Wakasa's Family Call
Later that evening, Wakasa retreated to his hotel room, away from the noise of his teammates. He pulled out his phone and dialed his parents.
His mother answered first, her warm voice instantly soothing. "Kiyoshi! How are you feeling, sweetheart?"
"I'm good, Mom," Wakasa said, leaning back against the bed. "Just... nervous, I guess."
His father's voice came through next, deep and steady. "That's natural, son. It means you care. But remember, you've worked hard for this. Trust yourself."
Wakasa nodded, even though they couldn't see him. "Yeah. It's just... this is the finals. I don't want to let anyone down."
His mother's voice softened. "Kiyoshi, you've already made us so proud. No matter what happens tomorrow, you've done something incredible."
"And don't forget," his father added, "you're not alone out there. You have your team. Trust them, and they'll trust you."
There was a brief pause before his older sister's voice broke through, cheerful and teasing. "Don't get too big-headed, Kiyoshi. But seriously, you're amazing. Just go out there and show them what you've got."
Wakasa laughed softly, the tension in his chest easing. "Thanks, guys. I'll do my best."
"We know you will," his mother said. "Now get some rest. You'll need it."
As the call ended, Wakasa sat in silence for a moment, the weight of his family's words settling over him. He clenched his fists, his resolve solidifying.
"Tomorrow," he murmured to himself. "I'll give it everything I have."
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The Calm Before the Storm
As both teams settled in for the night, the Tokyo Metropolitan Gymnasium buzzed with anticipation. Fans, analysts, and rival players alike were eager to see the clash between Nekoma's iron defense and Inarazaki's explosive offense.
The stage was set. The players were ready. Tomorrow, the finals would decide who would reign supreme.