"A different school?"

"Ah, the summer training camp is always at Shinzen."

Hinata looked in awe at the staircase leading to the high school, noticing the tall figure quickly making its way towards them. Soon enough, he heard his name and Lev jumped in front of the Karasuno and Nekoma first years. "Hinata! Did you grow any taller?" the giant called, waving his hands wildly.

"That's a rude thing to ask! Who grows in two weeks?"

Lev raised his hand, mumbling "I grew two millimeters."

The Garbage Dump group made their way to the gym, passing by several familiar faces. Except… for one. A new group was seated in the corner, idly glancing over at the amount of noise Lev and Hinata were making. Red eyes met those of Asahi, whose soul began leaving his body. Cries of "Asahi!" and "Senpai!" echoed throughout the gym as the third year sank to the floor.

Hinata hummed his bathroom song, moving to open the door. They were set to play in a little while, so he was in no rush. At the same moment the small teen went to push the door, a force from the other side pulled it open. However, no one was there. "What? There's no one there?" He looked behind the door, making sure that it wasn't Kageyama playing a prank on him. A shiver ran down his spine as Hinata found that the bathroom was empty.

Oh well, when you gotta go, you gotta go…

By the time he returned to his team, Asahi was up and moving. Hinata began recounting the tale of the bathroom to Sugawara, only to be interrupted by a deep voice. "Excuse me," the green-haired teen began, "I am here to apologize for the personal injury that Akashi inadvertently caused. My name is Midorima Shintarou, a first year from Chika-"

"Midorimacchi! Aomincchi is going to kill me!" A blond had now appeared, sobbing onto Midorima's shoulder, who had stiffened. His taped hand was clutching a pair of scissors tightly, when yet another rough voice interjected. "Kise! Give me back my magazine!" Dark eyes were alight with fury as the newest addition began pulling Kise's hair.

Karasuno was very, very overwhelmed.

Hinata was shaking. From fear or excitement, he couldn't tell. Actually, he mused, probably a little more fear right now. A shadow loomed over his head, which now had a hand sitting on top of it. "Aka-chin is going to be upset if you keep arguing." Several heads jerked upwards, trying to find the top of the speaker. Long purple hair framed a laid-back face, which was munching on a chocolate bar. The three apparently didn't hear him and continued the squabble. All it took was a quiet throat-clearing cough, and both teams froze.

"Daiki. Ryouta. What did I say about fighting?"

Kise quivered, mumbling under his breath.

"What was that?"

"That you'd double our training menu." Aomine and Kise cringed in unison.

"Well, consider it tripled. After all, you've scared our new acquaintances." The teen, presumably 'Aka-chin' turned his attention to Karasuno. "I apologize for my team's actions. My name is Akashi Seijuro, first year and captain of Chikara Academy Volleyball Team. It's a pleasure to meet you. Now, if you would excuse us." With a glance at his team, Akashi turned on his heel and strode back to where the other members of the team stood, looking rather amused by the situation.

As soon as the strange team was out of hearing range, Asahi's soul began to leave his body once more. Daichi pulled his friend up, looking back over their shoulders. "That team…" he started, looking towards Coach Ukai.

"Yeah, they're going to be trouble."

"Damn it," Kuroo Tetsuro cursed under his breath. This team that Fukurodani Academy had invited to the summer training camp was troublesome, indeed. Chikara Academy was an old school with a strong history of sports… All sports, that is, except for volleyball. Last year, they were just a mediocre team that never made it past the second round. Now…

"Tch!" His thoughts were cut off as his fingers bent backwards painfully. A grin crossed the tanned face of his opponent and the Nekoma #1 grimaced, looking away towards Kenma. The blond's eyes were moving rapidly as he worked to figure out Chikara's next move. Both players saw it at the same time, calling out "Number 4!" and quickly moving to block the teen from before. However, the ball went the opposite direction and was hit by a tall blond.

As the monster team in front of him celebrated the point, Kuroo stared at the main source of his troubles – the blue-haired setter of the team. The aforementioned person returned his gaze with a blank stare, seemingly unfazed. It was this player who was responsible for the two spikers' repetitive scoring. He used funny mind tricks to make his team move to counter players that wouldn't even touch the ball.

The whistle rang out and groans could be heard from Nekoma. The match had finished 25-21. "Up the hill, let's go!" Kuroo called out, attempting to hide the annoyance. Once again, the captain's attention returned to Kenma, who was staring at the winning team.

Chikara Academy had a fairly small team, similar to Karasuno. Only one person had sat on the bench during the game, a pink-haired girl who must serve as manager. Which means they probably don't have a coach. The #1 jersey, almost always reserved for the captain, was worn by a small red-haired teen, Akashi, if he remembered correctly, who looked to be lecturing the rest of the team. Beside him, a purple-haired giant (taller than Lev, possibly) was eating his way through a bag of potato chips, occasionally offering them to the setter from the game. The two powerful spikers looked as if they were listening, but they moved constantly. Aomine looked to be inching towards the manager, who held a notebook that seemed like a magazine was tucked inside of it. Kise was poking the setter, looking like he was whining for all he was worth. However, the entire scene suddenly froze as smoke came from a pair of scissors that was digging into the bench between the blond's legs. Midorima teen looked startled as he stood next to the captain, his hand out straight as if he had been holding something.

Kenma glanced at the rest of the members who weren't quite as… eccentric. There was one who had gray hair and a crude look on his face, looking like he had better things to do. Another with black-hair and a serious face stood next to him. The setter's observations were interrupted as his captain spoke.

"Oi, Kenma. Don't sweat it, alright? We'll pay them back next time we play."

"Hai."

A glance over at Fukurodani's and Karasuno's showed the former winning 25-12. Karasuno fell into line behind Nekoma.

Daichi rose from his bed of grass, heading to receive the tablet. They needed to watch the synchronized attack again, so that maybe, just maybe, they could get it right in the next match. He knocked on Coach Ukai's door, entering after hearing a "Come in!" His eyes fell upon the coach, who was bent over the same item he was looking for. "Ah, you're looking for the synchronized attack video?" A nod answered him and the tablet was given to Daichi. The captain of Karasuno turned to leave, but hesitated.

"Coach?"

"Yeah?"

"Who is Chikara Academy?"

"Those guys we had a run in with this morning? I'm not really surprised you've never heard of them. None of their sports teams are really outstanding, but they're good. The volleyball team was only started a few years ago, I think. Definitely not as strong as the other clubs. Do you remember seeing the one by the bleachers, black hair?"

Although it was a general description, Daichi remembered him. After all, he was one of the few that actually had normal colored hair.

"Well, that was their captain last year. His name was… Nijimura? Yeah, sounds right. Anyways, he's a good all-around player. What I can't understand is why he isn't the captain now. It's almost unheard of to have a first year in that position."

"Connections within the school?" Daichi suggested. After all, a name could get you a lot of things.

"Maybe, but we shouldn't speculate anything. We play them tomorrow, so let's focus. Take the tablet and go over the video. Oh, and have a good night, Daichi."

I know, it jumps around a lot, but it's the first chapter!

Oh, and I don't own either manga, but I wish I did.

The GoM will not be all powerful, because the plot does need to move forward. And now, if you excuse me, I have to update my other stories before I'm brutally attacked.

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