The whistle sliced through the noise, and the second set exploded into life.Date Tech's captain wound up for the first serve like he was launching a missile. The ball tore across the net — but Hinata dove, arms scooping it inches from the floor. Akira was already moving, a blur of silver and blue, hands soft as silk, popping it perfectly to Kageyama. The King didn't even look — a high arc, hanging there like it was daring someone to try and stop it. Akira rose above the Iron Wall, body twisting in the air, and drove it down the baseline so clean it made the floorboards thud.
1–0.
Bokuto, somewhere in the Fukurodani section, launched to his feet so fast his chair skidded backward. "YESSS! THAT'S HOW YOU LIGHT THE FUSE!"Akaashi didn't even look up from his clipboard. "Bokuto-san, you're going to pull a hamstring yelling."From the stands behind them, Atsumu Miya nudged his twin, smirking. "That's the kid I told ya about. See that hang time? Betcha can't set for that."Osamu snorted. "Betcha can't shut up."
The next serve, Date Tech threw a triple block at Hinata. Kageyama's eyes darted like lightning — a mid-run switch, and Tanaka came flying in from the blind side, smacking it straight through.
2–0.
Izumi cupped his hands like a megaphone from Karasuno's bench. "OI! DATE TECH! YA LEFT YOUR WALL UNLOCKED!"Oikawa, two rows back, slapped a palm over his own face like it was physically hurting him to watch his little brother grin like that.
Date Tech managed to muscle one kill through Karasuno's defense — 2–1 — and their cheering section erupted as if they'd just won a set. Akira strolled to the service line, spinning the ball on one finger, a crooked grin on his face. "One point's charity. No more."
The serve was a cannon. The ball cracked through the air, the receive wobbled high, and Tsukishima and Hinata shut the next swing down like a guillotine.
3–1.
From the Shiratorizawa corner, Tendō cupped his hands around his mouth. "IS THAT AN IRON WALL OR A SCREEN DOOR?!" Ushijima didn't react. He just said, flatly, "They are losing."
Nishinoya was next to make the gym lose its mind — sprinting into the backcourt, sliding halfway across the polished floor, arms outstretched to pop the ball up before it died. Hinata, pretending to bail out, suddenly launched forward and tipped it straight into the center.
4–1.
In the Aoba Johsai seats, Iwaizumi muttered around a mouthful of takoyaki, "They're straight-up clowning."Oikawa's jaw ticked like a clock about to break. "They're… mocking them. On purpose."
Date Tech scraped one back — 4–2 — before Akira pointed at the blockers like finger guns and winked.
Then came the first real explosion: Kageyama back-row quick to Akira, the silver-haired ace spinning midair before hammering the ball so hard the thud echoed against the rafters.
5–2.
Bokuto punched the air like he'd just scored himself. "BACK-ROW DESTRUCTION!"Akaashi finally looked up. "…That's not even a term, Bokuto-san."
The chaos escalated: Nishinoya with two rolling saves in one rally, Tanaka leaping into the scorer's table to keep a ball alive, and Akira ending it with a no-spin drop so disrespectful the ball seemed to mock gravity before hitting the floor.
6–2.
Izumi's voice cut over the applause. "YOU'RE MAKING 'EM LOOK LIKE PRACTICE DUMMIES!"From the Miya twins' row, Atsumu whistled low. "That's not volleyball. That's bullying."Osamu grinned. "I like him."
The next play was a statement: Date Tech's captain pounded a spike… and Akira blocked it solo. The sound was a gunshot.
7–2.
Kageyama's serve followed — a laser that made the libero stagger — and Hinata finished the broken play with a lightning quick.
8–2.
Somewhere in Nekoma's seats, Kenma texted: This is chaos speedrunning.Kuroo replied: Don't tell them that's a thing. They'll try it.
Date Tech clawed one — 8–3 — but Karasuno answered with a quick that saw Hinata and Akira crisscross in midair, Hinata spiking before anyone blinked.
9–3.
Futakuchi yelled mid-play, "STOP MAKING US DANCE!"Akira smirked. "Dance better, then."
Triple block on Akira? He spiked into it on purpose, ricochet back to Kageyama, quick to Tanaka, kill.
10–3.
Bokuto stood again. "WHO EVEN DOES THAT?!"Akaashi didn't look up. "Them."
Date Tech found one more — 10–4 — before Akira leaned in to their front line. "Four's a lucky number, yeah?"
The next serve from Date Tech was brutal, but Nishinoya pancake-saved it, Tsukishima crushed the follow-up at the net.
12–4.
Akira sprinted the length of the court just to set Hinata for another kill.
13–4.
Izumi grinned up at Oikawa. "Taking notes, big bro?"Oikawa's eyebrow twitched. "I will end you."
The crowd barely breathed before Karasuno pulled off a triple fake quick — Akira faking, Hinata faking, Kageyama actually setting Asahi for the kill.
14–5.
Iron Wall crumbled again under Tanaka's full-arm swing.
15–5.
By now, Date Tech's bench looked like they'd just been told their bus left without them. The score kept ballooning — every Karasuno stunt sending the audience into fits. Even the Miya twins were doubled over laughing. Atsumu wheezed, "It's like Looney Tunes but with actual murder."
Finally, Akira's leap for match point seemed to freeze the gym. Silver hair catching the light, eyes narrowed — his hand met leather with a thunderclap, the ball screaming down the line untouched.
The scoreboard: 25–10.
The stands detonated. Bokuto's roar tore over the noise:"THE CHAOS DERBY LIVES!"