Sorry for the wait guys. My Grammarly subscription expired, and I didn't have any money to buy the annual, let alone the monthly subscription again. I wasn't confident to post a chapter without it. So please excuse any grammar errors here. Anyone willing to beta?

Two more chapters, I think. And then I am officially done.

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"Okay, that's all for today!" Coach said after he blew the whistle.

Hinata and I turned to the man in one and bowed, "One more set, Coach, please!"

"Please Coach!" Kageyama seconded.

Coach Ukai frowned. "You guys shouldn't push yourselves too hard just to make progress. Captain, why don't you talk them out of…" but stopped short when all of us are looking up at him with determination. "For crying out loud." I only heard him mutter this because of my enhanced hearing. "One more set and that's it, I have to be back to the store to take over from my mom."

"Hai!" We all enthusiastically answered.

I participated with my team at the volleyball inter-high games. Unfortunately, Karasuno lost on the day that I couldn't participate. The day before our match with Aoba Johsai was a full moon. I was scheduled to visit the mediwitch overseeing me and my sealing bracelet needs "recharging" the day before. This means that people around me would be in danger, so Harry had to pull me out. He spoke to the Coach about it. The team was disappointed but understood why I cannot participate. The fact that we lost made me feel awful.

I apologised the next day, but the seniors only brushed it off, saying that it wasn't my fault. Still, I cannot help but feel guilty.

We stopped practice to take a fifteen-minute break. I was doing some stretches when the gym door slid open and in stumbled our volleyball teacher Takeda-sensei. He landed on his face when he slipped. We all scurried towards him to try and help him up but the figure behind him made us all pause.

"Harry?"

He waved at the whole team and his eyes landed on me last. "Yo!"

I rolled my eyes at my godfather. Ever since watching anime, he's been greeting everyone with a "Yo!" instead of his usual greeting. I tried teasing him, but he only said that it helps him blend in. One of our neighbours is so laid back. Harry met him a couple of times and my godfather is slowly catching our laid-back neighbour's 'cool' greeting.

"Eh?" the whole team stared at my godfather.

I cleared my throat. "Everyone, this is my godfather, Harrison Potter-Black-"

"Call me Harry, please," he interjected. He removed his shoes before coming inside the gym. He helped Takeda-sensei to his feet and then closed the door.

"What are you doing here?" I asked my godfather in English, ignoring my teammates gawked expression. I saw the coach staring at Harry with his jaw hanging on the floor. After a few seconds, he got his composure back and grabbed Takeda-sensei by the arm, whispering frantically in his ear.

He only raised an eyebrow. "I want to talk to your teacher about training, but it looks like someone beat me to it. However, it's not late for me to offer additional help."

"What do you mean-"

"We're going, right?" I heard Takeda-sensei asked the room.

"Going where?"

"Your nose is bleeding!" Kageyama announced.

Takeda-sensei doesn't look like he cares but I saw Shimizu-sempai produced a first aid kit out of nowhere and handed our advisor several wads of tissues. He gave his thanks before he continued, "Tokyo!"

"Tokyo?" Hinata asked, puzzled. Then, his face morphed into a wide grin. "Then, that means… Nekoma!"

"Nekoma? We will be practising with them?" Kageyama added.

Takeda-sensei nodded. "Yes, but not only Nekoma this time. Fukurodani Academy Group," he explained, "is a group that consists of Nekoma and a few other schools in the Kanto region. I heard that these schools often have practice matches with each other. I got a call from Coach Nekoma yesterday and it's thanks to him that we are invited into their training camp."

Sounds of awe and excitement went around the room. Tanaka-sempai and Yu were the loudest.

"Groups like this are mostly created through good relationships built over the years," Coach Ukai added. "Usually, you can't join them if you aren't well-connected with them. We must thank Coach Nekoma for the invite and Takeda-san who kept on pushing them to do this."

Takeda-sensei shook his head. "Oh no, I didn't do much. Besides, it's not just me you should thank but Potter-san too."

The whole team turned to look at my godfather. "What does he mean?" I asked.

"Well, I've been planning this ever since you told me your volleyball team will be joining the inter-high games," Harry said. He walked towards the group and stood between Coach and Takeda-sensei. "I told Bill about you joining the volleyball team and he's been asking me all sorts of questions that are just jargon to me, so I decided to invite Bill into one of your practice games for a consult. I visited today to talk to your teacher and coach and ask permission. Maybe he can help with your training."

"A consult?" I asked. "What? I don't understand."

"Mikusa."

Everyone looked at Coach Ukai. However, Coach only has his eyes towards Harry. "You're him, right? Mikusa's Chairman. Youngest board member of the International Volleyball Federation," he got the attention of the whole room when he picked up one of the volleyball balls we were using earlier. He spun it in his hands and showed us the brand. "Mikusa is one of the official sponsors of FIVB and the official balls for all FIVB worldwide competitions including the Olympics." Jaws are all hanging open as everyone, including me, stared at Harry, who only smiled at our Coach. "In addition to that, he's also the President of UNIGO Scholarships."

Harry could only chuckle. He raised his hands in defeat. "I've been found out. Guilty as charged."

"UNIGO?" I heard Sawamura-taichou exclaimed. "That company sponsors any graduating student to any university and any country for any athletic sport!"

"But I heard they, I mean you, stopped accepting students five years ago," Asahi-sempai said.

"In exchange, anyone who is invited to the program becomes a member of a sports team I own. Dad and Sirius are really into other sports besides Quidditch, you know." He said that last bit to me.

The rest of the team exchanged puzzled looks, wondering what Quidditch is.

"The board members were very vocal five years ago," he complained as he sat on the floor, cross-legged, and he loosens his tie. All of us followed and listened to him. He, however, instead of addressing the group, turned to me to explain. "The board members have voting rights on an individual who they think will benefit from the program. Since its founding forty years ago in England, the company looks at the individual's skills both athletic and academics equally. The company receives millions of applications from hopeful students all around the world and only one hundred thousand students under the age of twenty are accepted on the first stage. The number would gradually decrease as the year progress and would only end up with ten percent of that number. However, I decided to take ownership instead of allowing the board members to have their vote. They only invited those that are on 'acceptable' status that doesn't need the scholarship," he frowned. "I'm not supposed to tell this outside board meetings and I hope nothing will come out from this gym?"

All of us gave him a nod of promise.

"Six years ago, the scholar was the only son and heir to a real estate mogul in Singapore." Harry elaborated. "He was only accepted because three of the board members are good friends with the father and exchanged the scholarship for a piece of real estate. Because of that, I decided to abolish the scholarship until I can do a thorough review." He sighed dramatically but perked up immediately. "I just got back from Tokyo and made some major changes with the scholarship selection."

"Er," I started, knowing my godfather and with his dealings with Gringotts, I think I got the gist of what he did, but my curiosity needs to be fed. "What did you do?"

His smile only widened. I panicked a little bit because it was borderline manic. He reminded me of Ganduk, his Gringotts Bank Manager. "Let's just say they are not happy with me at the moment. But they can't do anything anyway. Even if they joined forces to overthrow me, the consequences won't be good on their part."

I shivered at that. I felt Hinata and Kageyama did the same on either side of me. Tsukishima and Yamaguchi, who both were sitting behind me, scurried away towards the Coach, who was grinning madly.

"This year, only fifty students per country will be given the chance to enter the first stage of the selection. UNIGO teamed up with Japan Sports Association to select worthy students within the inter-high competition. Of course, to not show bias, I won't be selecting the students myself but a member of the newly formed scholarship selection board. Each representative is bound to attend all inter-high sports competition, from Figure Skating, Track Cycling, Swimming, Track and Field," he paused, as he glanced up to all of us challengingly, "And also includes the known sports of Basketball, Soccer, Tennis and Volleyball."

Harry's grin widens even more. I glanced around and noticed everyone looking at Harry seriously, especially the seniors. Their backs straightened and a look of complete determination showed on their faces.

"But wouldn't it be showing favouritism if you offer additional training to us?" Coach Ukai suddenly said. All members of the volleyball team, including myself, looked at him as if to say, 'what the hell are you doing?'

All heads bounced back to my godfather to wait for his answer, but he only shook his head. "Nope," was the only thing Harry said but he didn't explain further, his grin still plastered across his face.

Coach looked like he wanted to add more but I remembered something that Harry mentioned earlier. "Wait, what do you mean by Uncle Bill and a consult? What happened there?"

Harry blinked at me. "Ah, well, I did mention to you that Bill is now part of the training guild, right?" I can only stare blankly at him. "Right," he scratched the back of his head sheepishly. "He's helping the Olympic team to get in shape in time for the games." I heard Kageyama exclaimed and Hinata squeaked. The others let out an exclamation when they heard the Olympics part.

"Bill is officially off duty from work because of his leg. He broke it during the earthquake two weeks ago. The volleyball team was in the gym getting some training when the hoist machine tilted and landed on him."

I responded with a frown. One dose of Skelegrow and he should be right as rain. Why does Bill need to be off work for a broken leg that can easily be mended by a potion?

"The other coaches and the volleyball team managed to get the hoist off from his leg before the ambulance came," he explained further, enunciating keywords for me to understand. I understood immediately. The incident was witnessed by other people. I'm guessing muggles. Harry mentioned ambulance so muggle doctors are involved.

"He's been confined in bed and then on the recliner for a week each and he's getting bored," he winked at me when he knew I understood. I couldn't stop myself from laughing when I understood what he said next. Auntie Fleur must have given Skelegrow to Uncle Bill but had to wear a cast to keep up with the pretence or Uncle Bill is not given any Skelegrow and has to wait for his leg to heal the muggle way.

"He's been calling me every day to ask if I could put in a good word for him. He tried to go to the gym five days from the incident and the in-house doctors found out," he chuckled, "so they threaten him that they will call me if he doesn't go home and rest. That didn't deter him until the doctors threaten to call Fleur." I couldn't help it. I clutched my stomach as I tried not to fall to the floor from laughing. "Fleur found out-" my eyes widened, tears forming at the corners of my eyes, "-she then proceeded to threaten him that if he didn't behave and follow the doctor's orders, she's going to call her."

Both Harry and I let out belly laughs after that, all the while the others are watching us with confusion.