The new life that starts tomorrow may be better, it may be a bit worse, but I have a bigger room than before, which is good, I think.
In the spring when I was fourteen years old, I came to live in Miyagi Prefecture, Japan because of my father's job transfer.
It was one day before I first met Oikawa Tooru.
What I'm going to tell you next, about our story, starts roughly from here.
"What is Miku doing?"
Archer suddenly poked his head out from behind me, startling me, and the black part of his eyes almost came out of the frame when his hand shook.
"Props. The whole bird needs to be painted cyan."
"Is it the same color as the volleyball club's uniform?" Only then did I realize that the blue bird that I had been imagining in my mind, symbolizing happiness, turned out to be the same color as the uniform that Archer often wore, as clear as glass beads, the blue color of Aoba City West.
"Yeah, it's the same cyan color as the volleyball club's uniforms."
The teenagers who run and jump wantonly on the volleyball court, who condense all their youth and sweat on the one goal that determines the outcome, are also like birds that spread their wings and soar.
The future may be better, or it may not be satisfactory, but every minute and every second on the court creates unique memories.
Mission: If a young man has a dream, he should pursue it! The earth is round, and people who meet will meet again.