The Conniving Crow

Chapter 115: Karasuno Is Going To Nationals

The match had been an electrifying rollercoaster of tension and drama, culminating in an exhilarating climax that left the audience breathless. It was a victory that defied all odds and expectations. The words "Karasuno is going to nationals" echoed through the gymnasium like a triumphant battle cry, a declaration that carried the weight of relentless effort and unwavering determination.

In the wake of this monumental win, the air was charged with an infectious elation that swept through the team like wildfire. Hugs were exchanged with unbridled enthusiasm, and the triumphant athletes, their uniforms soaked with the sweat of battle, reveled in their hard-fought success. Exuberant cheers of joy pierced the air, punctuating the momentous occasion.

(Y/n) was, of course, not immune to this wave of euphoria. She found herself swept up in the tide of celebration, unable to contain her own joy. Laughter and tears mingled as she shared in the embrace of her victorious teammates, each hug and high-five a testament to the countless hours of practice, the sacrifices made, and the sheer passion poured into the game. It was a moment of pure, unadulterated celebration, a memory etched in their hearts forever.

As the jubilant celebrations slowly began to subside, the team shifted its focus towards the essential task of tending to their fatigued bodies. Amid the echoes of triumphant cheers, the players dispersed to various corners of the gymnasium, stretching and freshening up in preparation for the highly anticipated award ceremony that would formally recognize their remarkable journey.

(Y/n), Kageyama, and Hinata found themselves congregating in a bustling corridor just outside the gymnasium. It was here that the mood was as lively as ever, with the triumphant trio engaged in spirited conversation. Hinata, brimming with enthusiasm, introduced his middle school friends to Kageyama and (y/n), their faces animated with the shared dreams of the court.

The conversation was a vivid tapestry of aspirations and stories, weaving together the experiences and ambitions of these young athletes. Hinata's middle school friends were filled with admiration for his accomplishments, and they eagerly discussed their own volleyball journeys. As they exchanged tales of their most memorable matches and proudest moments, there was a shared sense of camaraderie and understanding, as if they were all part of an unspoken brotherhood of volleyball players.

The camaraderie continued to grow, blending the past and the present, as they celebrated the hard-earned victory and the path that had brought them to this triumphant moment. Conversations were punctuated with laughter and excited gestures, the sense of unity among these players stronger than ever. The corridor, once just a pathway, had transformed into a vibrant space where the love of the game and the bonds of friendship intertwined.

Amid this spirited atmosphere, as cheers and laughter filled the corridor, an unexpected and dramatic turn of events unfolded. Ushijima, the formidable adversary from Shiratorizawa, made his way purposefully toward the trio. His determined expression spoke volumes, a clear statement of his unwavering commitment to excellence. He didn't shy away from the challenge of the future but instead embraced it with a solemn declaration: "I will win next time."

The words hung in the air, electrifying the space around them. It was as though the very corridor was charged with an intensified air of competition, a palpable desire to face off once again. Hinata and Kageyama, whose fiery spirits were ever-ready to accept a challenge, responded immediately. Their voices, laced with unyielding determination, rang out like a battle cry, filling the hallway with their resolve. There was no doubt; this rivalry would burn even brighter, igniting their competitive flames with newfound intensity.

Yet, in the midst of this passionate exchange, (y/n) seized a moment to interject. She saw this as the perfect opportunity to remind Ushijima of the prophecy, the fateful warning that had taken root in the hearts of Karasuno's determined crows. With a sly yet friendly smile, she looked Ushijima in the eyes, and her words rang out clearly amidst the fervor of the moment. "Don't forget, Ushijima-senpai," she remarked, "you were warned about a murder of crows taking down a great white eagle."