Anyone who had watched a real volleyball final would know that, by the end, everyone would be in an utterly exhausted state. They were nothing like Hank, who only grew braver the more he was pushed back, looking as though he was about to complete some kind of breakthrough.
As a professional support team, they had witnessed many outstanding athletes, but they had rarely ever seen a genius like Hank.
It had to be said that, in their eyes, Hank was someone born to play volleyball.
"As expected, he's a monster. In such a short amount of time, he's already this familiar with switching hands for his spikes."
"There's no way to predict the course of his attacks."
Satori Tendō suddenly felt that he could no longer predict where Hank would spike from next, because he had realized that even when Toru Oikawa was originally preparing to set the ball toward the left side, Hank could already use his right hand to spike it. He could even make use of the gaps in Tendō's block to tip the ball over.
It had to be said that, in this short period of time, the other side seemed to have become even stronger again.
He was simply a monster among monsters. Tendō could no longer predict how Hank would spike next. For someone like him, who specialized in studying blocks, this was undoubtedly a heavy blow. For a long time after this, he probably would not be able to stop Hank's spikes.
It was unimaginable. Hank was clearly a volleyball player just like him, yet his talent was unfolding right before Tendō's eyes, leaving him with nothing to say.
Only three sets had passed, but Tendō had gone from being completely able to predict the course of Hank's attacks to being completely unable to predict them at all. The gap between those two states was far too great. Others might not understand how much talent that required.
But Satori Tendō knew.
If the Hank standing before him were given another year, then even Wakatoshi Ushijima in his prime might not amount to much in front of him.
That was what Satori Tendō felt right now. He knew that even if Aoba Johsai lost, Hank would not lose.
"…"
Wakatoshi Ushijima was now on the verge of erupting. Watching Aoba Johsai's score steadily draw closer to Shiratorizawa's, something suddenly appeared in his heart—something that should never have appeared there in the first place.
He had actually sensed that feeling from the Aoba Johsai team in front of him. Although it was extremely faint, he had no choice but to admit that the current Aoba Johsai was truly putting him under immense pressure.
If the other side continued scoring like this…
Shiratorizawa might truly be stopped at the gates of Spring High for the first time in years!
"Boom!"
What was going on with this guy? Why had his power suddenly increased so much?
When the first set had just begun, he did not seem to have this much strength. So why was it that at the very end of the match, his power had actually grown stronger instead?
"Terrifying… It feels like the current Aoba Johsai is being kept alive point by point entirely by their ace. They clearly look like they're about to collapse in the very next second, but he's forcefully dragged them all the way to this point…"
"Why do I feel like Shiratorizawa might lose!? This year's Aoba Johsai is way too unreal. First, they swept through the other teams in Miyagi Prefecture like nothing could stop them, and now… they've actually pushed Shiratorizawa this far."
"Can the gap in talent really be made up through hard work?"
(End of Chapter)
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