Masho no Otoko wo Mezashimasu

Bassin!

Wow!

Bassin!

"Wow!

Bassin!

"What the hell! Ha ha!"

... this kind of sight has been repeated since I served.

I am seriously hitting the service, but I thought I would miss it, but the service continues to come in smoothly so far.

And it's finally a match point.

I didn't think such a game would thrive on boulders, but the venue was thriving with such worries elsewhere.

Incidentally, the excitement is where boys are mercilessly defeated, where they still get up and work hard without giving up, and the most excitement is where I jump to hit the service.

... because my gymnastics clothes roll slightly and I see my navel when I jump and hit the ball. I noticed that and once I put my clothes in my kitchen and pants, I heard a voice of disappointment from all over the venue, so I couldn't help it, so I put out my coat.

Girl students (these guys) are absolutely wrong about the way they enjoy volleyball...

But each time they get a service, they don't roll around screaming.

My service is by no means extraordinary.

If you insist, it's just a good service for an amateur. And what's Aizura's reaction? It's like I'm crazy! Totally unexpected.

And I still want to put my hands on my coat and regret it.

"Shit! Why can't I take it?

I wonder why...

"Don't give up! I haven't lost yet!

"Yes! Not yet, now it's time to take the tyrant's service and turn it around!

You were encouraged by the words, and the two of you shouted "Ooh!".

Don't call me a tyrant...

There are two pairs of people who can draw mockery in such a good mood....

It is an unspeakable set of students.

"You idiots, look at the score."

"I don't even know that, so you guys are two."

"You know the difference between us and each other in this game? Why don't you give up?

... their words and deeds are like the villains of a boy cartoon. Besides, I don't suppose they forgot we were fighting each other till my service started. I don't know why I can get out so aggressively.

Anyway, let's start the game...

I play the service as usual. The ball just went to where the athlete was.

"Don't think you'll ever decide!

The receiver shook up his hands the moment the ball hit to avoid losing the ball's momentum.

Bang! and the loud noise distorted the face of the receiver, but the ball rose up and crossed the net.

"Stupid! You gave it back!

"Impossible!

A group of players who saw the scene shouted in agitation.

... don't say anything anymore.

I give up my heart and see where the returned ball is.

... but I...

The ball that went up higher came to me as if it had earned more flight distance than I expected.

Well, what is it... it can't be helped?

I will timing the ball when it falls and knock it back directly.

The ball pierced two coats without touching anyone.

After a moment of silence, the whistle rings at the end of the match. An applause rang from the venue.

"Kushino-kun is the strongest!

The two boys got up well too.

"If there is a wound, come to me because I will treat it. Yeah, I won't do anything lewd. It's just that I'm a health commissioner. It's true.

"One or two of them did their best, I'm impressed!

The audience is talking about something that doesn't make sense...

It wasn't, it was fun, above all.

But some people are sorry it wasn't just a good game.

I look at those people... two groups of students. There were not just two groups of boys there who regretted losing, but also one group of boys. Naturally, we are not honoring the good fight, but hurting the loser even more.

"Now you know, don't you? There's a difference between us."

"Don't ever listen to me like that again, losers."

"Damn it! You just won once and made me look great...."

As the two groups of boys say, it is a true theory that does not make any noise.

"One win is one win, right? I'll forgive you for what you've done."

"Hmph, we're not losing to you!

"What's so funny..."

"Look at that!

That's how the two boys pointed their fingers.

Beyond that is a scoreboard showing a set of victories.

A group of boys bent their necks and saw the two groups of boys.

"What's wrong with your eyes? You're showing our victory, aren't you?

Hearing the words, the two boys smiled "fufu".

"You still haven't noticed that? I knew it wasn't a big deal."

"What the hell!

"Sure! That shows our defeat. But we didn't lose to a team! Tyrant, I lost to Amber Kushino! Most of the points in the evidence come from Hayato! Other than that... no, it's no exaggeration to say that we were winning!

Follow the words of the other two groups of students.

"Yes! Even if you say one pair, you can count on Kushino!

"If you fight without Kushino... no, you don't have to excuse yourself."

A prized group of boys can easily put the word on.

"... it seems like we need to thoroughly prepare ourselves."

"Ah, one more match! You don't have to be Hayato!

What, are you guys gonna do it again? But it's a tournament, and it's going to happen, so why not? I think so, I turned to the teacher who was the judge, and the teacher returned the thumbs-up with a good smile.

... apparently it's okay.

Again... that? Isn't that interesting...?

But I'm going to support a girl!