The fans gasped as one, disbelief ripping the air apart enveloping the fans in stunned silence.
Raya, Nagisa, Jiho, Kabuto, Haru every one of them froze, eyes stretched wide, breaths caught mid-chest. Only Kurogami stood different, a proud smirk spread wide across his face.
Izaya, now completely clear from Kazutora, quickly turned his body toward the opposing net and with effortless control he flicked the ball up once more, setting it perfectly in the air, then planted his standing foot, leaned back just enough, and drew his leg in, his balance smooth, his motion fluid, ready for the volley.
Then suddenly the world plunged into darkness.
And from within that darkness, a voice rose once again.
"I lost…"
"I lost…?"
Izaya's eyes sharpened in an instant and with flawless timing and speed he swung his foot into the volley, striking the ball with absolute precision causing the impact to crack through the air as he roared with everything in his chest,
"Scoreee! HarumaaaAaaAaAaaaa!"
