Author Rant-
Hey! How are you all doing?
Well, the only reason I'm writing this is to reduce the amount of cigarettes I smoke. It is affecting my ability to suck d*cks and the taste of c*m.
I'm just kidding..haha...am I?
I am currently doing 9 to 5 and I have work for like 2 to 3 hrs max and this increased my cravings a lot so to keep my mind occupied I have decided to write this.
Hopefully Ill drop another 5 chapters today.
Anyhow if you are reading this please do interact cause I do not wanna write something nobody is gonna read. I would rather read other books than waste my time.
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BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
Hinata's alarm blared, piercing through the early morning stillness.
Without hesitation, he swung his arm over and smacked the alarm off.
He blinked blearily at the ceiling for a moment, his breathing steady despite the early hour.
It had been one year since he had started his journey in this world.
A year of blood, sweat, and volleyball.
He had pushed himself every day, training with a fervor and intensity that even the most dedicated athletes would admire.
His daily missions had grown tougher.
Gone were the simple sets and passes—they were now full-scale drills, demanding more from his body and mind.
[Daily Mission Activated]
[Run: 0/10 km
Push-ups: 0/100
Pull-ups: 0/50
Squats: 0/100
Box Jumps: 0/100
Pass to a Wall: 0/100
Set to a Wall: 0/100
Spike Jumps: 0/50
Serve Jumps: 0/50
Reward: +0.01 Stat Points]
Despite the increase in difficulty, Hinata completed them every single day without fail.
Even on days when he was exhausted from matches, he pushed through.
Hinata swung his legs over the edge of the bed, planting his feet on the cool wooden floor.
He absentmindedly stretched his arms, feeling the familiar tightness in his muscles from the previous day's training.
As he walked over to the mirror, he caught his reflection—and grinned slightly.
The once-scrawny frame of an 11-year-old was gone.
In its place was a lean, athletic body with visible muscle definition.
His arms and legs were noticeably toned, and his core was strong.
Though he was still short, his explosive power and speed made him a force to be reckoned with.
"System, show me my stats."
The familiar blue panel popped up in front of him.
[Name: Hinata Shoyo]
[Age: 12]
[Stats:
Physique: B
Spike: B
Receiving: C
Serve: B
Set: D
Block: D ]
[Skills: {Passive: Monster Instincts}, {Spike: Out of Bounds} , {Spike: Dip} ]
Hinata grinned with satisfaction.
"B-rank in physique, spike, and serve already, huh? Not bad…"
His receiving had also improved, though it still had a long way to go.
"If only I could get my setting and blocking up faster."
Through the numerous matches he had played over the past year, he had gained steady stat points.
For every 10 matches, he earned 1 full stat point.
Occasionally, when he had exceptional performances, the system rewarded him with skills—though they were random and rare.
[ A/N: The skills he earned were overpowered—allowing him to dominate against opponents of the same stat grade.
The only way they could be countered was if the opponent had a higher stat grade, with increasing chances of success:
1 grade higher: 30% chance.
2 grades higher: 50% chance.
3 or more grades higher: 100% chance.
Example - A blocker needs to have higher stat grades in block than MC's Spike stat grade]
Hinata pulled on his black tracksuit, now slightly snugger from his increased muscle mass.
He tied his laces tightly and jogged out into the cool morning air.
The sun had barely started rising, and the streets were quiet, save for the faint chirping of birds.
He started his 10-kilometer run, his breathing steady and movements fluid.
The first few kilometers were almost automatic, his legs moving in perfect rhythm.
By the time he returned home, he was dripping with sweat but still had plenty of energy left.
As he walked back into the house, he was greeted by the sight of Natsu standing in the living room.
She was clutching a small, plastic volleyball, her cheeks puffed out in determination.
"Onii-chan! Teach me how to spike!" she demanded, stomping her foot.
Hinata blinked in surprise, then grinned.
"Oh? So, you wanna be cool like your big brother, huh?" he teased, ruffling her hair.
Natsu pouted fiercely, clinging to the ball.
"I'm serious! I wanna play too!"
Her eyes sparkled with determination, reminding him a little of himself.
Hinata chuckled softly, giving her a thumbs-up.
"Alright, alright! I'll teach you some basics later, okay?"
Her face instantly lit up, and she bounced around excitedly.
"Yay! I'm gonna be the strongest! Just like you!"
His chest tightened slightly with warmth at her boundless enthusiasm.
After freshening up, Hinata sat down at the dining table, his hair still damp from the shower.
His mother placed a plate of food in front of him, and he eagerly dug in.
As he ate, he glanced at Natsu, who was still clutching her volleyball while munching on her breakfast.
He smiled softly, watching his sister's excitement.
A wave of nostalgia washed over him.
"One year ago, I was just starting out. I could barely receive the ball, let alone spike it properly."
He thought back to the first time he had stepped onto the court—the awkward jumps, the clumsy misses, and the countless failed spikes.
And now… he was stronger, faster, and sharper.
But he knew this was just the beginning.
After breakfast, he grabbed his gym bag, slung it over his shoulder, and headed toward the door.
His mother smiled at him, her eyes filled with pride.
"Do your best today, Shoyo."
He grinned and waved as he walked out.
"I will!"
As he made his way to the coaching center, he felt a surge of excitement coursing through him.
His muscles were stronger, his mind sharper, and his passion fiercer.
"One year down… and still a long way to go."