Fuyuri Ren had a dream one winter day.
In the dream, he found himself in a place called Blue Lock, taking part in a soccer player battle royale for one hundred and one players.
When he woke up, he understood.
So soccer was a sport about scoring goals. The winner became king, and the loser was forgotten. If he wanted to become the greatest goal king, he had to become the most selfish player!
The gloomy dorm resident makes his grand entrance!
But wait, aren't I a volleyball player?
Fuyuri Ren's little head was full of big questions.
Oh, whatever. Master one thing and you can master them all. They're both ball sports, anyway.
That was what he thought.
"A view I can't see on my own, but if we have a group of people..."
"Don't worry, we're right behind you!"
"Come on, let's make the next play together."
"It's okay. Volleyball is a team sport, and teamwork is what matters!"
"We are the blood. To keep the 'brain' functioning properly, we must keep flowing forward and carrying oxygen."
Listening to the Haikyuu!! boys encourage one another, Fuyuri Ren furrowed his brow.
"Disgusting!"
His life in the prison up to this point had taught him one thing.
On the other side of the net...
Are enemies!!!
And the people on this side of the net are enemies too!
Except for setters.
Fuyuri Ren looked at Tōru Oikawa, surrounded by girls outside the gym, and smirked.
Setters were... useful tools.
Tōru Oikawa was no genius.
In junior high, he led Kitagawa Daiichi's volleyball club and suffered three crushing defeats at the hands of Shiratorizawa, where Wakatoshi Ushijima played. They only managed to take a single point off their opponents in their final match, ending their junior high run with a 2–1 defeat.
Everyone said that anyone who teamed up with him for the first time could quickly perform at one hundred percent, but Tōru Oikawa was no genius.
"The strength of six people is true strength."
Holding fast to his own beliefs, Tōru Oikawa set out on his own pilgrimage.
After enrolling at the private Aoba Johsai, he lost again to Shiratorizawa, where Wakatoshi Ushijima played, in his first year. To him, a ticket to the national tournament seemed as distant as the sea at the edge of the world.
At times, Tōru Oikawa was lost in doubt. Did he need to work hard to cross that seemingly insurmountable gulf between himself and a genius?
In his second year, a clueless new kid joined Aoba Johsai's volleyball club, always muttering chuunibyou phrases like "ball trash, evolve." His arrival changed their fate and declared something to the world:
Tōru Oikawa might not be a genius, but he was no worse than anyone else!
Talent will always blossom in the end.
Theme: Talent will always blossom in the end.
It is true that there are enemies in front and behind the net. I think of some serves that hit the back of the head of the same team.
Haha, volleyball can't be all forwards like football next door 😂
Finally sent out! I eat, I eat, I eat like crazy! Hahahahaha, I was thinking about Wakaren's reaction when she heard Ushijima inviting Oikawa: The second set is my wings, what? If you want to break my wings, then I will destroy your entire paradise!
Everyone who wants to see small volleyball more and more has heard the winter net enemy theory hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha
I suggest you strictly check the identity of the teacher! How complicated! 😂😂 (The worst thing is that I didn't watch any of them, and I couldn't get the meaning of them all [turned out])
Hahahaha, falling into one pit is a clown, but what if I fall into thousands of pits? ——It's Joker Plus [Joker]
There are enemies on both sides of the net!!!!
I really like the male ghost scent of blue locks
[Comparison of Hearts] It's so cool and I like to watch some shady boarders
Come on, author, I'm so nervous, will I win?