Let Me Be Reborn

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This time, you launched a conventional underserv, not a spike serve.

Man, I can't believe I have to play this game for you.

After the ball passes easily, it's been a long time since I got the ball from the opponent. A female player strikes the ball in the air in two strokes. Hey, you used to be a player. You're pretty good.

The ball flew more fiercely than I expected.

But at the same time, my body also moved instinctively. Predict the drop point, move the receiver, and float it through proper force regulation. The whole series of processes flowed naturally as if they were imprinted on my body. After a perfect defense, I was amazed.

'Is this the power of the Talent Looters?'

A talented plunderer can literally plunder an opponent's lifetime of effort in a single moment. Yumi replicated perfectly, from elementary school to the drop of sweat that she had been sweating, every move she had trained thousands of times to drain her body.

This kind of talent, this kind of thievery, was a scam.

'Yuck, this is really unconscious.'

[It's rare for a master to have a conscience.]

'No, not that. Skills. It's a scam to steal athletic skills with one sex.'

[So there's an 80% limit, right?]

'It seems like the person who was taken away will explode.'

Suddenly, I thought that while playing volleyball.

If you can pick up a famous female pro later, maybe it'll be more authentic for every workout.

For example, if you twist a professional golfer, you will be at least as good a shot as a junior. Woman UFC player again? Can I make a sparring debut?

"Jonathan, get ready!"

Yummi sends a signal while he's delusional.

I'm going to fly the ball a little bit, which means I'm going to blow the whistle. I hurried up into the air as soon as I could. The fast ball of volleyball is a method of short-cut a ball coming up from a flying body like playing basketball with an Elihoop.

However, Yumi's ball fled outward, drawing a long parabola like an open attack.

Wasn't that a speed bump? '

I reached for the Buddha's hand in mid-air, but it caught on my fingertips and the ball went out in vain. The opposing team's score rises for the first time, and Yumi sighs with her arms around her waist.

"I gave you an open autograph!"

"When?"

"When submitting. Didn't you see it?"

Yummi in front of Nate decides to sign a finger on his butt while I'm putting the sub in. It means that one finger means an open, two on the back, and three on the inside. It was because I missed Yumi's call sign while thinking about something else.

"Oh, sorry. I must have been mistaken."

"Focus, we have to do our best every moment."

Yummi's annoying advice made me realize that. Yumi's appearance in the coat was clearly different than usual. Volleyball is a part of life for her who has touched a volleyball longer than she has in her lifetime of catching fans.

'Well, Yumi is serious, so it's kind of cool.'

[Of course. Isn't college volleyball professional worthy?]

'It's not impossible. But I didn't know you took volleyball so seriously. Not to mention the beach volleyball competition before the event.'

I heard lions do everything they can to catch rabbits.]

'Well, if you want to dream of being a professional, you have to start with a professional mind. I made a mistake this time, admit it.'

However, I mistakenly handed over the sub-right to the other team.

It was her turn this time. Yumi and her face were staring at Yumi obstinately from the moment she grabbed the ball.

What's that? Did you and Yumi have a bad relationship? '

[I thought it was fate in middle school?]

'It looks like a bad story, not a fate.'

The user flies a sub from the opposing team to the sound of the Judge's Cry. However, the ball was perfectly aligned with Yumi.

That's the whole point. '

Purpose?

'If you put the river sub in, it's bound to fly backwards. But you were aiming for Yumi on the battlefield and you blew her away.'

[I see. Is Miss Yumi the weak defender?]

'No way. The foundation of my volleyball skills came from Yumi. Yumi is all-weather, so to speak. Defensive assaults, maybe even setters.'

Yumi, as expected, was slightly shaken, but easily retrieved the ball. Yumi splits a spike in the light as I raise the ball.

Bam!

Visitors were buzzing to watch her attack as perfect as a textbook to leap, maneuver, and land.

"What is it, that player?"

"Have you seen it? Did you just attack?"

"It's a pro shot."

"Hey, good job on this team!"

Since everyone plays volleyball, one spike reveals Yumi's skill. When I hit the ball, even the foreign hybrid team that didn't care about it was slightly disturbed by Yumi's attack.

'Chet, what is it? What about them? Why are they unconscious?'

[Maybe Miss Yumi is more vigilant than you.]

'You're arrogant at the Black Horse theme that grinded the dog.'

[Isn't that racist? Plus, he's got his work cut out for him against black women.]

Achievements?

I'm with the black horse?

Oh, this isn't right.

'Absolute specifications. There has to be at least a black horse.'

The black sister of the foreign hybrid team was a true Negro.

Not racially abhorrent, academically speaking African Negro. The skin color was black as if it had been harmed, and the hair of my hair was curled up like a sponge. Furthermore, because she has great muscle tone, it made me confused whether the man is wearing a wig.

This is a dead motherfucker.

'This is really not it. I have taste, too.'

[You seem to have a racial bias.]

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. I mean, a lot of black women are hot. But he's a real man-eating prize. '

To put it bluntly, how much more humbly can the world accept the extinction of humanity if it's just me and my sister? I have absolutely no desire to.

The ball came back to us.

It's time to put Yumi in the serve.

The opposing man approaches to spread the screen in front of the net.

"From the looks of it, it looks like college students. Why don't you take it easy?"

"Yes?"

"What are you trying to pull? You risked your life for the game?"

The opponent looks thirty-four years older than me. But I also received a half-word because it was not a tone in the beginning.

"… if I walk, what do I do?"

"What, what?"

"Focus on the game. Don't be silly."

The target silences itself like a mute who eats honey as soon as it hits the target. If he had eyes, he would have seen it. If you take off your top even though you're about the same height, you won't be the opponent in your body weight.

In fact, I am the healthiest of all the male volleyball players gathered here. Not to brag, volleyball players are characterized by their long, fancy arms and legs.

You don't have to build muscles too much, but rather, as you become heavier, you should keep your jumping strength down and your fitness management down.

[That's a little harsh, don't you think?]

'I was just being rude, being rude to you. When did he see me? Half the time? Are you old? No, I'm actually older.'

[Yes, but the master will feel threatened by them.]

'Then let's not make any more trouble. Where are you going with this?'

Yumi puts in a soft serve. As I said at the Operations Conference, I thought of dragging the game as long as possible to practice.

Continuing assault on a female player.

She throws another punch at Yumi. However, the ball flew towards Yumi's head to see if the force had been adjusted incorrectly. Yummi twists lightly and dodges, bouncing away as the ball falls off the line.

While I was going to give the ball, I said,

"You don't seem to be in control. You're blowing it out there."

"... I was aiming for you."

"Huh?"

"He was after my face."

"What? It wasn't a mistake?"

"Let's see. It pisses people off."

"What's going on?"

"I don't know. He's been eyeballing me since the beginning, and he's only after me on purpose."

As it turns out, the other female player is focusing on Yumi rather than on the game. He continued to have nerve warfare as if he had met an arch-enemy.

"Did something happen between you two in middle school?"

"No. Ah... We hurt each other in the finals."

"Hurt?"

"He accidentally stepped on my foot."

"Isn't it treacherous to step on someone's coat?"

"It's not about cheating, it's about taking her straight to the E.R."

"Hmm. There was something between them."

"What do you have? I didn't put my foot on it. I stepped on it."

"But anything that has a grudge is unreasonable and unfair."

"I don't care. The game has to end with a match. I didn't know you were still working on it."

"Yes. You haven't done anything wrong."

One set lasted as long as we could, giving and receiving the ball as much as we wanted. However, the score was overwhelming at 15: 3.

According to the referee's order, Yumi alternates two sets of coats.

"Brother, I think I'm almost free. Why don't you just put it on?"

"Okay."

Yumi poured a hole into two sets from the beginning. It's like punishing an opponent's team of female players who are aiming at themselves without any interest in the game.

Volleyball is a skirmish.

The same goes for the beach volleyball, but the opponent's team was almost desperate against the car in the first set. When I enter the attack, I stand still, and there are many sub-rooms.

The unilateral crowd lost interest and left one by one, except for the next.

The score will be 14: 0.

One more point and you're in fourth place.

Yumi signs in front of Nate, and I blow the sub.

The opponent's last attack. Yumi tried to block as if nothing was acceptable.

"Huh?

But something was wrong. The opposing team woman stands next to the Yumi doing the block. As soon as I felt curious about the position that had nothing to do with the defender, Yummi, who was landing, fell to the ground screaming "evil."

"Yumi!"

The opponent brazenly injured Yumi intentionally at the end of the match. As soon as the referee confirmed this, he immediately declared treason. But it was like we had already won 99% of the games anyway.

When I saw Yumi in pain, I saw a fire in her eyes.

"Hey! You did that on purpose, didn't you?"

I yell, and the other man comes out.

"What are you talking about? You just said you're sorry."

"Is that all you have to say?"

As I get excited and try to get over the net, Yummi, who was lying on his ankle, stops me.

"Brother, don't. I'm fine."

"Look, he's fine. Anyway, I'm sorry. Win while you win. With my life."

The opposing team has the audacity to step down and die in defiance. The crowd went wild, and I also felt the urge to run and beat him up. But it was first to check Yumi's injuries.

"Yumi, are you sure you're okay?"

"I'm not sure."

Yumi sticks out her ankle, and it's swollen. The match-makers bring out the rooted parsnipers.

"Well, at least this."

"What is it? Is there a medical clinic?"

"I'm going on a business trip from the health center, but your publicist is on vacation today..."

It didn't even have a medical team. I sighed and knelt on my back to Yumi.

"Get on your back."

"It's okay. Stand up by yourself... Aah!"

Yumi wakes up and collapses again.

The injury seemed more serious than I expected.

"Just get on your back. We have to get out before the next team comes in."

"I'm sorry, brother."

"What are you sorry about? I didn't do anything wrong. Just-just those things."

"Forget it. Leave it."

I carried Yumi to the makeshift tent and asked.

"" Aren't you angry? It was on purpose. "

"I know. I was the only one who wanted to win the game from the start."

"Why did you do that?"

"We need to focus on the game. You shouldn't be afraid to cheat on your opponent."

"I see...."

Yumi's concentration was staggering. I wondered why she let the opponent go, who was more hotheaded than me, by the way.

"Should I go and pick it up now? The more I think about it, the angrier I get."

"Never mind. Every time I stand in front of the net, I'm constantly rambling."

"Excuse me?"

"My volleyball life was ruined because of my injury in middle school. But you didn't expect to see me here like this."

"That's not your fault, is it?"

"I know. I know, but it's unfair. I can't stand it if I don't get angry with anyone. That's your loss. I just want you to live like that for the rest of your life. In the end, you'll be filled with regret."

"Well…."

Suddenly, Yumi felt like an adult.

Despite the enthusiasm and concentration that I showed during the game every day, the broad-minded spirit that embraced the opponent's rebellion was clearly too different from the violent lure I had known.

'Well, Yumi certainly has a good mentality.'

[Are you sure you want to attack before the University Volleyball Division? You have that kind of capability, so you're defending your post.]

'Well, I didn't know it was this type, just because I was beaten by Yummi.'

Anyone can be shiny in their area of expertise. Yumi faced him on his coat. He was a really good player.

Skill or personality.

"By the way, can you run the next game?"

I looked at Yumi's puffy legs and asked.

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Author's Words

Adjusting speed for a naturalization event.

(Sobbing)

No matter what your understanding.