[Volleyball Boy] This Is What I Will Do When I Become a Free Agent Again!

——"Makino-senpai is the ace of our department." Ace? What's the use? In the end, it's not like he hasn't won yet. In fact, he has been losing for six years. Makino Kiyoshi picked up the ball that rolled into the corner and put it back in the basket. The free man cannot score and can only catch the ball. This means that no matter how disparate the score is, he can only defend there blindly and never have a chance to tie. He worked hard to save every ball, from the first point to the last point, no matter how big the score difference was, no matter the outcome was already determined. There are old bruises on the inside of his knees, and the dense red blood spots on his forearms are like tattoos that cannot be faded. I still remember that in the third year of junior high, in the county semifinals, they faced a school that they had never won before. Makino Kiyoshi received twenty-seven first passes, only two of which were not in place. After the game, he stood on the sidelines drinking water and heard the opponent's coach chatting with others. ——"The free man is good, but it's a pity." What a pity. It's a pity that his teammates can't read the second pass route given by him, can't catch the jump serve from the opposite side, and are always half a beat slow in blocking. He can send every ball to the setter, but the setter will pass the ball to someone who can't dunk the net. He is like a precision-operated instrument installed on a sinking ship. Makino Kiyoshi thought of Harugao, the last year of his senior year in high school. "You know," sophomore Tanimoto suddenly said to him, "I saw you catch the ball for the first time in my freshman year of high school, and I was shocked." He turned his face sideways. "That kind of ball... It's impossible to catch it." Tanimoto looked down at his hands. "For a superhand smash at position 4 on the opposite side, you rushed from the three-meter line to the baseline, flew out, and used your wrists to cushion the ball. The ball landed firmly on the head of the setter. I thought at that time - Go ahead, there is a monster on my team." He was silent. "But when you stand up, the first thing you say is, 'I'm sorry, I didn't give you enough'." The fluorescent lamp flashed. "The ball was scored," Tanimoto said. "What are you apologizing for?" Makino Kiyoshi did not answer. He wanted to say because he heard the setter stumble when he caught the ball. Because he knew that no one on the team except Tanimoto could dunk that ball. Because he calculated that the opponent would focus on that side in the next round, and they did not have a second set of tactics at all. Because he saw that there was no fear in the eyes across the net. ——There is no need to be afraid when playing in a team that is only as strong as its free agents. He sometimes doesn't feel like a real volleyball player. The real player will win. Real players will be remembered. Even if a real player loses, he will lose like a warrior. And he just - landed exactly in bounds every time. Catching those dead balls, saving those moments that were too late, turning smashes that should have been scored into ordinary rounds that the opponent needs to play again. He never spiked the ball. Never been on the service line. He has never been the center of attention. He was just a guy in the corner mopping the floor. Six years. He didn't let a single ball fall within his range. But the team kept losing. . 1. Win the championship at home. 2. A small number of female characters appear. 3. The protagonist has a volleyball brain and only likes volleyball. 4. The protagonist loses more and wins less, while Inarizaki wins more and loses less. 5. "Volleyball Boys" comes first. It is our mistake to have any plot conflicts with the original work. 6. Youth is like a rain that is destined to rain soon. Even though I knew it would stop, I was still willing to rush in and get a good shower. Intention: Why persist when you know you will lose?