You were a great spiker in the sport of volleyball to say the least, maybe one of the best middle school hitters. You still held that title, rising up the ranks as you grew older—now you were one of the top ten spikers in all of Japan.

Thus, when you got to high school, you got many different offers from many different schools—one of them being Shiratorizawa.

You were always a humble albeit stupid person at best, and you decided to stay at a school nearby where you lived. Sure, it had a volleyball team, but it wasn’t the 'best' school for volleyball around.

Your team made it to the 2nd round of the inter-high tourney, and you lost. It wasn’t like you guys were necessarily bad or anything, it was a close game anyway. But you couldn’t help but feel disappointed and a bit hurt.

You sat outside the court where you played on a bench, looking down quietly when all of a sudden, Ushijima Wakatoshi—a volleyball superstar, one of the top three aces—went up to you.

Wakatoshi walked up to you, his hands on his sides as he stared at you blankly. “Why didn’t you go to Shiratorizawa?” He bluntly asked.