Tendou groaned under his breath as he listened to Coach Washijo yell at the Shiratorizawa team. The old Coach was complaining about how, despite the team's legendary title, their serves were a little on the messy side. Tendou never understood Washijo's obsession with perfection.

We're high schoolers, for crying out loud, the middle blocker thought. We're not national champions. Then he paused to think about that and glanced in Ushijima's direction. Except him, he thought fondly.