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... a Johsai was undoubtedly a powerhouse team, at least when it came to serving—they had no weak points!

Miya Osamu moved into position once more.

When he watched Aoba Johsai's match against Nekoma, at least half of Nekoma's first touches could be sent directly to the setter. So at the time, Osamu didn't think it was much of a problem.

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But now, against Aoba Johsai, they hadn't had a single perfect reception!

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