A/N - We are Top 200 power stone rankings. Thank you guys for you support. I hope we can clim the rankings!
We will have a 1 or 2 chapters showcasing some team bonding and then will move on to matches.
And also would appreciate it if you guys could give feedback on anything. Pacing or styling or anything you feel like its not upto the mark. I will try to improve it.
I'm planning this novel till around 100 chapters that hopefully I will finish this month. then will move onto the next world. And each world will be a separate fanfic. I never liked it when that MC visits multiple worlds at the same time.
Also the first world I'm thinking of is HxH or demon slayer. I definitely wanna do both and I'm leaning towards demon slayer first since he will be able to adjust to the combat part there and gain experience. Considering the fact that HxH is unfinished, Im hesitating. Let me know what you think and what world you want him to go. And please don't say DxD and HP.
Im actually thinking of doing on Food wars fanfic, let me know what you think.
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Team A – 2 | Team B – 0
The gym was still silent.
Not because the players were tired.
Not because they were uninterested.
But because no one knew how to process what they had just witnessed.
Hinata stood at the service line once again, bouncing the ball with a calm, almost eerie focus.
He looked completely unbothered, like he wasn't even aware that his serves had just destroyed Team B's defense.
But Daichi was aware.
Very aware.
His instincts told him one thing—
This is bad.
Daichi wasn't naive.
He had faced powerful players before.
He had gone up against strong spikes and impossible serves.
He had even seen Oikawa's pinpoint accuracy and Ushijima's brute force.
But Hinata…
Hinata's serve wasn't just powerful.
It was better.
And the most terrifying part?
He wasn't even trying that hard.
Daichi wiped the sweat from his forehead.
This wasn't just a gifted freshman.
This was a monster.
And yet… he felt a surge of excitement.
Because having someone like Hinata on their team?
It meant they were going to get stronger.
Much stronger.
Hinata rolled the ball between his fingers, exhaling slowly.
The moment he leaned forward, Daichi braced himself.
'I'll stop it this time.'
The ball went up.
Hinata took off running.
And then—
BOOM!
His body soared, his form almost too perfect, as he struck the ball with absolute precision.
It was mesmerizing—
Beautiful, even.
But Daichi didn't let himself get caught in the moment.
'I can do this.'
He positioned himself, knees bent, arms firm—
And then—
BOOM!
The ball slammed into the ground before he could even move.
His arms were still stretched forward, prepared for a receive that never came.
'Damn it!'
Hinata served again.
And again.
And again.
And every single time—
The result was the same.
BOOM!
BOOM!
BOOM!
Team A – 6 | Team B – 0
No matter how much Daichi tried, no matter how much he adjusted—
He couldn't stop it.
Each serve slipped past him like a bullet.
Each serve felt faster, stronger, harder.
And it wasn't just Daichi.
Everyone was silent, watching as one player single-handedly tore apart an entire team.
Daichi clenched his fists.
He was slipping into a daze, caught in a loop of failure.
'No more.'
He slapped his cheeks—
SMACK.
The sharp sound broke the tension, pulling him back.
He exhaled, focusing only on the ball.
This time—
I will receive it.
He met Hinata's gaze.
For the first time, he noticed it.
The presence.
The pressure.
Standing across from him, Hinata felt like a wall of pure, unshakable force.
It was like standing at the edge of a cliff.
And yet, Daichi grinned.
A bead of sweat rolled down his temple.
"Come at me."
Hinata's breath was steady.
His movements were fluid.
And as he jumped—
As he swung—
As he connected—
BOOM!
The serve exploded forward.
Daichi reacted on instinct.
His arms burned.
His fingers stung.
But—
He received it.
It wasn't perfect.
It wasn't clean.
But the ball was up.
"Yamaguchi!"
Daichi's voice rang through the court.
Yamaguchi, startled, rushed forward and set the ball.
It went to Tsukishima.
'Good.'
Tsukishima jumped.
His hand reached high above the net.
And for the first time in the game—
He was going to score.
Except—
Hinata was there.
Tsukishima's breath hitched.
His fingers twitched.
His body froze midair.
Because on the other side of the net—
He didn't see an opening.
He didn't see a weakness.
All he saw was—
A wall.
A wall so overwhelming, so massive, that he felt as if he were staring at the Great Wall of China itself.
His mind panicked.
'Damn it—!'
He tried to angle his spike out of bounds—
But Hinata's arms were already there.
SHUT DOWN!
The ball bounced back into Team B's court.
Point, Team A.
Silence.
Complete, utter silence.
It wasn't just Team B.
It wasn't just Team A.
It was everyone watching.
Because Hinata had it all.
Serve? Perfect.
Spike? Unstoppable.
Receive? Precise.
Block? Absolute.
Tanaka muttered, "This… this is unfair."
Yamaguchi whispered, "He can do everything…"
Even Tsukishima gritted his teeth.
'This… is pissing me off.'
The game continued.
Daichi kept trying to receive Hinata's serves.
He managed a few.
But—
None of them turned into points.
Any spike set up was blocked.
Any save was turned into an attack.
Hinata's presence alone crushed them.
And the final score?
Team A – 15 | Team B – 0.
Team A won the match.
Tanaka stood in shock.
For the entire game, he had done—
Nothing.
Kageyama, at the very least, had touched the ball once.
But Tanaka?
He had spent the entire game watching Hinata serve.
Watching Daichi struggle.
Watching Team B fall apart.
And the worst part?
Shimizu had been watching.
"DAMN IT! I WAS SUPPOSED TO BE THE STAR TODAY!"
As he screamed, Kageyama muttered under his breath—
"…What the hell did we just witness?"
And honestly?
No one had an answer.