The air was buzzing with energy as players from all over gathered at the training camp. This wasn’t just another match, nor was it a typical practice session. For the next two weeks, players from Karasuno, Nekoma, Fukurodani, Date Tech, Aoba Johsai, Shiratorizawa and other schools would be training together, sharing tactics, and pushing each other to their limits.

Hinata could barely contain his excitement. “Kageyama, look! Look! It’s Bokuto-san from Fukurodani!”

“Calm down, dumbass.” Kageyama muttered, though even he couldn’t hide a faint smile. His eyes were already scanning the gym, noting which players seemed strongest and who might be useful to train against.

On the far side of the court, Kenma leaned against the wall, looking slightly overwhelmed by the buzz around him. Kuroo elbowed him, a grin spreading across his face. “Better get used to the noise, Kenma. We’re all going to be seeing a lot of each other.”