Hinata Shoyo closed the photo album on an ordinary night and fell into a deep sleep. When he opened his eyes again, he was lying on a strange bed. The spacious bedroom has a neatly manicured courtyard outside the floor-to-ceiling window, and there is a faint scent of lavender in the air.
He lowered his head and saw his young body and wild orange hair, but the memories of the forty years in his previous life were still intact: countless games, sweat, tears and leaping smashes, all in his soul. He was stunned for a moment, and then he calmly accepted the fact that he had been reborn. There was no time to regret his old muscles and height, and he decided to dedicate everything to volleyball in this life.
In this life, his father hired the best first-class coach for him, sent him to top youth training, and took him to Brazil, Italy, and Europe. In his previous life, he could only look up at the stage through the screen, but now he can run on it since he was a child. What is even more precious is the experience and intuition gained through countless late nights of practice in the previous life. This accumulation, coupled with the foundation he has honed since childhood, allowed him to grow so fast that the coach was amazed.
In Yukinokaoka, the juniors sincerely call him "Hyuugai-senpai". He is always the first to arrive and the last to leave, teaching the ball, smashes and running positions step by step, and quietly packs up the equipment after training. In the ACCCIM Miyagi Prefecture qualifiers, Yukinooka still failed to defeat Kitagawa No. 1, But managed to win the entire game. When Tobio Kageyama walked off the field, he looked back at him. There was respect in his eyes and the expectation of fighting again.
Later, both of them were admitted to Karasuno. From tit-for-tat rivals to partners fighting side by side. Hinata would still dive to save the ball, smile like a fool after winning, and cry like an idiot after losing. He never considered failure a regret, but when the whistle sounded, he looked at the scoreboard and smiled: Sure enough, he prefers victory.
A very new writer, his writing style is very immature, and his understanding of volleyball is limited to that of a volleyball boy. Purely out of love, I will do my best to finish this story. Updated from time to time every night.
Intention: The original intention remains unchanged
