The Morning of the Final
The Morning of the Final
The sun rose over Tokyo, casting its golden glow on the bustling streets and the Tokyo Metropolitan Gymnasium. The day of the finals had arrived, and the anticipation was palpable. Nekoma and Inarazaki—the two strongest teams in the tournament—were set to face off in a clash that promised to be legendary.
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Nekoma's Entrance
Inside the Nekoma locker room, the air was thick with focus and determination. Kuroo stood at the center, addressing his teammates.
"This is it, guys," Kuroo began, his voice steady but charged with energy. "We've worked for this moment. We've bled, sweat, and fought through every match to get here. Let's finish what we started."
Kenma, tying his shoes, glanced up briefly. "Just don't overdo it, Kuroo. We still need you calm out there."
The room filled with light laughter, easing the tension.
Wakasa leaned against the wall, arms crossed, his silver eyes blazing with focus. "Let's show everyone why Nekoma is more than just a defensive team. They're not ready for what's coming."
Lev grinned wide. "I can't wait to block Atsumu's fancy sets!"
Yaku smirked, patting Lev on the back. "Just focus on not getting in the way, Lev."
Coach Nekomata stepped in, his calm authority grounding them. "Remember, it's not about flashy plays. It's about playing as a unit. Trust each other, and trust your training."
With a collective nod, the team stood, determination etched into their faces.
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Inarazaki's Entrance
Meanwhile, in the Inarazaki camp, their preparation was equally intense.
Kita, the captain, spoke with his usual calm demeanor. "Stay sharp. Nekoma's defense is their strength, but they also have that first-year, Wakasa. He's unpredictable and dangerous. Don't let him throw you off."
Atsumu, stretching his arms, grinned. "Relax, Kita. We've got this. Nekoma may be tough, but we're tougher."
Osamu rolled his eyes. "Yeah, just don't get too cocky, 'Tsumu."
Aran, adjusting his headband, added, "They're going to push us, no doubt. But we've trained for this. Let's show them why Inarazaki is feared."
Suna, ever the quiet observer, smirked. "Let's see if Wakasa can handle our blocks."
Coach Kurosu stepped forward, addressing the team. "Remember, the finals aren't just about skill. They're about mental toughness. Stay composed, and the victory is ours."
The team rose, their confidence unshakable.
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Entering the Arena
As both teams entered the arena, the crowd erupted in cheers. Fans from all over had packed the stands, waving banners and chanting for their favorite teams.
Nekoma supporters dominated the arena, the gymnasium being their home ground. Lev's sister, Alisa, stood out in the crowd, waving a bright red Nekoma flag enthusiastically. Wakasa's family was also present, his parents and sister proudly holding up a sign with his name.
On Inarazaki's side, the Miya twins' supporters made their presence known, their chants echoing through the gym. Kita's family sat quietly, their composed demeanor mirroring their son's.
The two teams lined up at the net, facing each other. The tension was almost tangible.
Kuroo extended his hand to Kita, a small smirk playing on his lips. "Let's give them a match to remember."
Kita shook his hand firmly. "We wouldn't have it any other way."
Atsumu leaned over to Wakasa, his usual cheeky grin in place. "Hope you're ready for this, Wakasa."
Wakasa smirked back. "Oh, I've been waiting for this, Miya."
The teams stepped back, taking their positions as the whistle blew, signaling the start of the match.
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First Serve
The referee called for the first serve, and Atsumu stepped up to the line. The crowd hushed, all eyes on the Inarazaki setter. Atsumu spun the ball in his hands, a confident smirk on his face.
"Let's get this started," he muttered, tossing the ball high into the air.
With a powerful swing, Atsumu sent a jump serve hurtling over the net, its trajectory sharp and precise.
Yaku moved into position, his eyes locked on the ball. "Got it!" he shouted, executing a perfect receive that sent the ball flying to Kenma.
Kenma, calm and calculating, set the ball to Wakasa.
"Give it to me!" Wakasa called, leaping high.
The crowd held its breath as Wakasa's spike tore through Inarazaki's defense, landing cleanly on the court.
The gymnasium erupted in cheers.
Kuroo clapped Wakasa on the back as they returned to their positions. "Let's keep it up!"
The finals had begun, and it promised to be an unforgettable battle.