Riku was no stranger to professional games. After all, what inspired him to dive into this world was one game he watched with his family in Italy. At that time, he would always find himself in the stands every week to learn from those professional players, whether with his father, Sekine, or even alone.
Still, watching from the stands was one thing, and being part of the game itself was another.
"Agostini! Left!"
BAM!
"Oh! Nice spike, Uehara!"
"Damn, Uehara! Have mercy on their rookie, will you?!"
"Why would I do that, idiot?!"
Riku could only shake his head as he watched his teammates banter with each other. This was the third time something like this had happened, where the opponent's blockers read the play perfectly, only for the block to be as flimsy as wet paper, easily broken by a little power on the spike.