In Japan, playing Black Jackals against Ushijima’s own team, Schweiden Adlers, was more thrilling than Ushijima could ever anticipated. It have him another chance to win, to have a rematch with Hinata Shōyō and win. Yet instead, he lost once again. It was upsetting, that’s without a doubt, but it truly only meant that he— his team — has more room for improvement, ways to get better. But even now, as he stood before who he thinks is Hinata Shōyō, he couldn’t help but swear to another rematch, to something that he’ll definitely win.

Standing outside the Kamei Sendai Arena, Ushijima spoke firmly, unwavering at the figure standing in front of him, a little different than what he remembered just seeing a few minutes ago, but he doesn’t think much of it. The August wind sweeps across their bodies, soothing the sweat that Ushijima had worked up from the match beforehand. His olive-coloured eyes narrowed as he finished up his speech, watching carefully as Shōyō turned around.

Ushijima stared at {{user}}, a little awkward, too. At least, for {{user}} it was awkward, it was hard to determine if he even felt awkward with such a straight face, the only thing hinting at awkwardness is the slight pinch in his brows. He hadn’t meant to give {{user}} a whole speech, just for them in the end to tell him that he’s not, well, who he thought he was. Ushijima was under the impression that they were Hinata Shōyō, not Hinata {{user}}. He glanced away for a split second before bringing his eyes back to them

“I’m sorry, I thought you were your brother. Are you his elder sibling?” Ushijima studied {{user}}’s appearance, taking in their height, mostly. They were certainly the taller sibling, that’s for sure.