Haikyuu: Zero To Almighty

Chapter 140: Ushijima and Oikawa

[July 9th, early morning]

The sky was just beginning to brighten.

The teams gathered outside Shiratorizawa’s gymnasium for the day’s training.

The players from Kadokawa Academy had assumed the early start was due to the training camp, but seeing the other schools act as if this were a normal routine made them realise the gap between themselves and top-level teams.

“Choose your pace group based on your fitness level. Don’t get lost.”

?hira Reon stood at the front, giving a few final reminders.

The running groups were divided into three tiers. The first group, led by Ushijima Wakatoshi, set the fastest pace; the second group followed ?hira Reon; and a support group brought up the rear, ensuring no players from other schools lagged behind or got lost.

“This is just a warm-up. Don’t push too hard…”

Despite ?hira’s repeated warnings and using Goshiki Tsutomu as an example of overexertion, most chose to stay with the larger middle group at a steady pace.

Goshiki puffed out his chest and gave a thumbs up.

“Don’t worry, ?hira-senpai! This time, I’m definitely going to outrun Ushijima-senpai!”

The first tier consisted of Ushijima Wakatoshi, Kaedehara Taichi, Ky?tani Kentar?, Kindaichi Y?tar?, Aone Takanobu, Koganegawa Kanji, and Goshiki Tsutomu.

Before long, Kindaichi began to fall behind. Stamina wasn’t his issue—their sheer speed was overwhelming.

Halfway through, Ky?tani and Aone also started to slow down. Despite losing ground due to fatigue, none of them gave up, and the first group stretched into three segments.

At the front were Ushijima, Kaedehara, Goshiki, and Koganegawa.

“Goshiki’s really improved,” Taichi noted, recalling their last joint run with Shiratorizawa.

But at the next turn, both Goshiki and Koganegawa fell behind.

“Déjà vu,” He remarked as he pulled even with Ushijima.

“Mm.” Ushijima’s expression remained unchanged, but he too remembered the previous run. Tend? Satori had made it widely known that he’d lost to a first-year from Aoba Johsai.

If memory served right, Shiratorizawa’s campus would come into view after the next corner.

“Wanna race, Ushijima-senpai?” Taichi grinned.

“Sure.” Ushijima’s lips twitched, perhaps the ghost of a smile.

The two quickened their pace, surging forward side by side before suddenly accelerating at full speed as they rounded the corner.

The five behind them watched, stunned. Monsters—how could they go even faster?

Ushijima and Taichi sprinted as if they were twin gusts of wind, gliding effortlessly along the road. Muscles taut, they poured everything into the final push as Shiratorizawa drew near.

Adjusting his breath, Ushijima pushed his stride frequency just a fraction faster. Every muscle in his legs trembled, unleashing raw power.

Taichi, not to be outdone, leaned forward, tightened his shoulders, and breathed in rapid bursts, channelling his strength into each step.

Neck and neck, they crossed the campus entrance, mere milliseconds apart.

Breathing heavily, they exchanged smiles.

With no spectators or referees, the result could only be a tie.

“But there are no ties in volleyball.” Ushijima, surprisingly, broke the silence. “We’ll settle it during the match.”

"Sure."

Taichi straightened, his eyes burning with determination.

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Back at the gymnasium, the teams regrouped, each acutely aware of the gaps between schools after even a simple endurance run.

Yet, with players shuffled across different squads, victory for any team remained within reach.

The intense pace of the training camp left no room for idle talk. After a quick breakfast and stretches, the gym transformed into a battleground.

Team Irihata lineup:

Front row—Setter Shirabu Kenjir?, Middle Blocker Aone Takanobu, Outside Hitter Kaedehara Taichi.

Back row—Wing Spiker Goshiki Tsutomu, Middle Blocker Tend? Satori (Libero Iwaizumi Hajime) and Outside Hitter Futakuchi Kenji.

Team Washij? lineup:

Front row—Middle Blocker Hyakuzawa Y?dai, Setter Oikawa T?ru, Outside Hitter Ushijima Wakatoshi.

Back row—Wing Spiker Terushima Y?ji, Outside Hitter Kunimi Akira and Middle Blocker Kindaichi Y?tar? (Libero Yamagata Hayato).

“Let’s have a good match!”

The game began with Futakuchi serving for Team Irihata.

He stepped up to the service line, nerves frayed after being outplayed by both Ushijima and Oikawa the day before.

Today, he faced them together...and his fellow outside hitters were just first-years.

Thwack!

Futakuchi sent the ball across the net.

“Got it!” Yamagata Hayato darted to the landing point, making the receive.

Futakuchi’s serve had some tricky spin, and Yamagata’s pass wasn’t perfect, veering slightly off-target.

“Here, Ushiwaka!”

Oikawa stepped in smoothly, setting the ball to the left wing with pinpoint precision.

Charging from the back row, Ushijima leapt. The ball soared precisely into his strike zone.

If there was one word to describe the feeling of hitting that set—perfect.

Even with a shaky first pass, Oikawa still managed to deliver exactly what the spiker wanted.

In just one night, their connection was already remarkable. Ushijima felt a rare curve of satisfaction at the corner of his mouth.

“Double block!” Aone and Taichi moved swiftly to intercept.

Boom!

The ball ricocheted off Taichi's hands, smashing into the floor before bouncing high.

Unstoppable!

Ushijima Wakatoshi scored.

[Team Irihata 0 – 1 Team Washij?]

“Nice hit,” Oikawa muttered grudgingly.

“Nice set,” Yamagata answered for Ushijima.

For two players, this play left a deep impression.

Hyakuzawa glimpsed power beyond Kaedehara Taichi’s—a strength he had yet to reach.

His height alone wasn’t enough; it was time to focus on unleashing full force with each spike.

Shirabu, calm but shaken, recognized it immediately—this was the setter Ushijima had always wanted. Oikawa had mapped out the spiker’s habits in mere hours and delivered precision even from a flawed pass.

Now Ushijima took his place at the service line.

Gulp.

Team Irihata collectively swallowed.

Ushijima’s devastating serve was followed by Oikawa.

Watching their duels had always felt balanced. Now they were on the same side.

Boom!

Ushijima’s serve hammered the floor, a no-touch ace.

[Team Irihata 0 – 2 Team Washij?]

But—

They saw it!

Though Ushijima Wakatoshi’s previous serve had scored a direct point, two players from Irihata’s back row had simultaneously reacted to that first ball—Iwaizumi Hajime and Goshiki Tsutomu!

One had faced relentless serves on the national stage.

The other had studied Ushijima’s every move every single day.

Irihata Nobuteru and Washij? Tanji both wore knowing smiles. No matter how powerful the serve, they couldn’t afford to lose too many points from it!

Boom!

Ushijima’s second serve was launched.

“I’ve got it!”

Iwaizumi yelled, stepping forward with his right foot, instantly positioning himself beneath the ball.

Smack!

The sheer force of the serve pushed Iwaizumi back a step, but he managed to bump the ball into the air.

 Taichi hesitated—under normal circumstances, he would move to the net for a quick attack or use his agility to evade blockers and launch an offensive strike.

But now, doubt clouded his mind: Would the ball even make it to him?

“Aone!” Shirabu Kenjir? had shifted positions, passing the ball to the centre.

Aone Takanobu leapt high, spiking with full force.

The ball squeezed through Hyakuzawa Y?dai’s block. But Y?ji Terushima dove forward, catching it with a diving save.

“Hyakuzawa! Keep your arms steady! I can’t see the ball path!”

“Got it!”

Hyakuzawa had assumed the rally would end after the ball slipped through his hands but was surprised when his teammate retrieved it from behind.

The ball soared toward the sideline—a hopeless case, or so Hyakuzawa thought.

“Hyakuzawa!”

Someone called his name as they dashed past him—Oikawa T?ru.

Chasing after the ball, Oikawa launched into a twisting jump, bumping it back into the air.

The arc was just over two meters high. Oikawa had only one thought: Any height works as long as it’s playable.

Hyakuzawa watched the ball return with wide eyes, feeling a surge of emotion—He had to score with this chance!

One step. A powerful approach. He leaped high.

Boom!

The ball smashed through Shirabu’s block and into Team Irihata’s court.

[Team Irihata 0 – 3 Team Washij?]

“Futakuchi-senpai, wasn’t that ball within reach?” Taichi asked bluntly.

Futakuchi Kenji opened his mouth to retort but caught sight of Aone’s silent gaze instead.

“Tch.”

“Focus, Futakuchi,” Iwaizumi commanded.

“Yeah, yeah, I get it.” Futakuchi’s tone was dismissive, but even he wasn’t blind to the mounting challenge before them.

Their opponents were relentless.

Washij?’s team scored the next point with another brutal serve from Ushijima. This time, it was a borderline line shot.

[Team Irihata 0 – 4 Team Washij?]

Kaedehara Taichi hadn’t even touched the ball yet, and they were already down 0-4.

Is this match even worth playing? His mind raced.

He glanced toward his coaches—there was no sign of a timeout.

This lineup had been carefully planned by the coaching staff, meaning there was purpose behind it.

If winning wasn’t the objective, what was?

“Boom!”

The fourth serve came flying. Goshiki barely got under it, sending it back into Team Washij?’s court as a free ball.

“Finish it!” Oikawa called.

Hyakuzawa ran forward, unopposed.

“One! Two!” Aone’s voice boomed like a drum.

Taichi and Aone sprang up together—a sudden iron wall.

“Smack!”

The ball deflected back into Team Washij?’s side.

Team Irihata scored!

[Team Irihata 1 – 4 Team Washij?]

Taichi felt a flicker of understanding. It was finally coming together.

“Taichi, focus on the block,” Aone instructed.

“Right!”

A substitution followed. Irihata’s coach pulled Goshiki Tsutomu back, putting Kanji Koganegawa in.

Shirabu narrowed his eyes, calculating as he lined up to serve

The ball zipped toward Ushijima’s side. With the angle and power targeting his flank, Ushijima had to pass it himself.

Taichi's mind raced through the possibilities:

The current front row consists of Terushima, Hyakuzawa, and Oikawa. The back row has Kunimi, Yamagata, and Ushijima.

With Ushijima forced to receive, the likelihood of a back-row attack diminished. Even if he spiked, his approach would be limited—

And Yamagata wouldn’t participate in the offence. Kunimi’s back-row attacks were manageable.

The biggest threat? Oikawa’s surprise setter dump.

But if I were Oikawa, I’d prioritize getting the ball to Hyakuzawa first.

Taichi watched intently, catching every subtle movement. Oikawa revealed nothing until the last moment.

“Swish!”

The ball soared toward the middle. Just as expected—Hyakuzawa!

“One! Two!”

Taichi and Aone leapt, mirroring Hyakuzawa’s timing.

Blocked. Again.

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