Haikyuu: Nah, I'd Adapt!

We reached the first milestones! Woohoo! 

I'm not sure if the second milestone (250 power stones) is possible this week, but maybe I was wrong.

Enjoy the bonus chap!

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"You know it'll make things hard if you choose to do this, don't you?"

Ichiro asked again to make sure Tsuna fully understood his choice. It was the hardest option for his current situation, after all.

"Hard?"

Tsuna frowned slightly. He looked at his father quietly before shaking his head. "The only thing that can make things hard is a woman."

Both your life and your d*ck.

"Hahaha!"

Seeing such a serious expression on his son's face while saying something like that made Ichiro burst into laughter. "You're fucking right!"

"Language!"

Tsuna grinned in response.

Still, Ichiro was relieved seeing Tsuna didn't seem to be completely helpless.

He knew just how strong his son's mental capacity was, though his own eyes shook slightly as he thought, 'As a father, I'm proud of you, son. But at the same time…'

He felt ashamed of himself. He had fallen to the devil's whisper and given up. Ichiro looked at his son, who was awkwardly wiping the tears from his face, and chuckled to himself.

'...Maybe… I shouldn't give up either.'

The company was gone, but Ichiro had a dream he had long forgotten.

Now, it felt like a spark had reignited in his heart, something that could grow into a burning flame in the future.

"Son, it's fine to cry. You don't need to be embarrassed."

"...Shut up."

"Hahaha..."

Ichiro laughed heartily, watching Tsuna sulk at his words. Then he paused, as if recalling something, and pulled out an envelope. "Oh! Do you remember that letter we got?"

"You brought it with you?"

Tsuna's expression brightened slightly at the sight of the envelope. He grabbed it with his left hand immediately, making Ichiro look at him curiously.

There weren't many things that got Tsuna this excited. Ichiro knew a few, but this was new to him.

"What is it, anyway? You seem to be looking forward to it..."

"It's from a publishing company, basically."

"Publishing company?"

"Well, I'm sure you don't know this, but there is this quite well known superhero light novel out there titled The Flosh." Tsuna smirked. "And yours truly is the author of the light novel!"

"...Huh? Since when?"

Ichiro was surprised, but Tsuna didn't seem to care. He shrugged. "Do you remember when I used all my savings to buy a proper laptop? That's when I started writing."

There was a time when they were rich.

Back then, Tsuna's allowance had been on a different level than most people's. Since the cafeteria at his international school was free for all students—thanks to the insane tuition fees—Tsuna didn't spend much of his money.

Now that they're broke, Tsuna had to be conscious of what he spent his money on. However, he took a proper laptop seriously even though it was on the expensive side even for his dad at the moment.

Tsuna consider it an investment and splurged on a laptop while invested the rest in Bitcoin.

"Hmm, that time, huh..."

Ichiro rubbed his chin, realizing what Tsuna meant. He watched as his son opened the letter and leaned in to peek along. Tsuna didn't mind the intrusion as both of them read the letter word by word before blinking their eyes... in confusion.

"Huh? Didn't you say The Flosh? Why does the letter mention Harry Poggers? What the hell is even that?"

"Language!" Tsuna frowned, rereading the letter. "It's my other story... something I made as a joke."

[Dear Matsumoto-san,

We at Fujikawa Shoten were impressed by your manuscript and your exceptional storytelling skills. However, after reviewing your portfolio, we were particularly drawn to your project, Harry Poggers And The Rizzlers Stone. Its new type of humor and bold concept align perfectly with our vision for unique and innovative stories.

We would love to discuss translating and localizing Harry Poggers for the Japanese market and collaborating on its development. Your input will be invaluable as we adapt it for our audience.

Please let us know if you're interested. We're excited about the possibility of working together!

Sincerely,

Sonoko Machida

Fujikawa Shoten]

"...?"

Tsuna stared at the letter, speechless. He had dropped Harry Poggers long ago to focus more on The Flosh.

Sure, he knew his crackfic had been gaining traction recently, but that was mostly because The Flosh blew up, and people started checking out his other works.

And now a well-known publishing company actually thought highly of it?

"...What in the world?"

And that's how everything began to change in an unexpected direction.

Tsuna might not be able to use his right hand for a while, but on the other hand, he had been offered an opportunity to enter the publishing industry properly as a writer.

Like how everything balances out in the world, receiving such misfortune also brought a blessing along the way. It might have been unexpected, but it had to happen to even things out.

That day, the others from Karasuno stayed for a while before leaving to play against Date Tech High. They were determined to win this game since they still believed it was Tsuna who had created such an opportunity for them in the first place.

However...

"We're... sorry, Tsuna. It appears that we're still lacking without you and lost the game."

When they came back to visit him at the hospital, Tsuna noticed the gloomy atmosphere surrounding the team and immediately understood what had happened.

He didn't even see Asahi among them and was told that this match seemed to have hit him the hardest.

The Karasuno players didn't know that Tsuna wasn't giving up and was already determined to adapt to his situation.

Tsuna wasn't the type to explain himself, after all. Besides, he might not see them often now that he needed to heal, put effort where his mouth was, and start familiarizing himself with using his left hand.

...

...

Since then...

It's been a year, and now he was a second-year student at Karasuno High.

Zzz... a loud sizzles were heard coming from the kitchen.

"...Did he mess up breakfast again?"

Tsuna mumbled as he smelled something burning from the kitchen wafting into his room.

He shook his head, folded his futon, and placed it neatly in the corner of his room on the tatami mat.

There was a small window facing out, allowing natural light to brighten the room. Tsuna looked outside and mumbled, "...I need to sleep more."

He then walked over to his old, worn desk and turned off his laptop with his right hand, which he could now use again.

Tsuna hadn't slept much last night, having pulled an all-nighter to work on some suggestions his editor had made for his current light novel, Harry Poggers and the Chamber of Gooning.

It was the second book in a series he had started writing just a few months ago.

Following the success of Harry Poggers and the Rizzlers Stone, Tsuna decided to double down and turn it into a full series.

Fujikawa Shoten, the publisher, was more than happy to support the idea, especially since the revenue generated was rivaling that of last year's infamous light novel, Blade Art Online.

Not only did it generate a ton of money for the publishers, but Tsuna also managed to secure a ridiculous amount of money along the way.

Just last month alone, his editor told him they had sold over 100,000 copies across the nation! The settlement alone had given him a whopping 6 million yen ($60,000).

It was a crazy amount of money for someone still in high school!

Though it might not be on the level of his dad's former company before it went under, they were now comfortable.

Yet, despite his success, Tsuna and his father had decided to stay in their old house.

It held sentimental value, as it was where his mom had grown up and been raised by his grandparents.

"Hmm... now that I think about it, it feels normal to use my left hand to do things now."

In his left hand, Tsuna was casually solving a Rubik's cube, completing it in under a minute without needing his other hand. He placed the Rubik's cube on his desk before walking out the room to grab a breakfast.

Last year, after the accident, Tsuna had told his doctor, Junichi, about his plan to make his left hand his dominant one so he could continue playing volleyball.

The doctor had been surprised and thought something might be wrong with his head.

However, after seeing Tsuna's determination—writing on his laptop with only his left hand while officially contracted with Fujikawa Shoten, and gradually adapting to doing everything with his left hand—Junichi decided to support him.

The rehabilitation procedure for his right hand then included small, smart exercises designed to help Tsuna rewire his brain and trick it into thinking of his left hand as his dominant one.

As he walked over to the kitchen table, Tsuna saw his dad frowning deeply while staring intently at the burnt bacon and eggs on the table. This made Tsuna twitch his mouth and mumble, "I guess he did mess up the breakfast..."

"Tsuna, go eat your breakfast before going to school," Ichiro said in a serious tone.

He seemed to have a lot on his mind before suddenly adding, "You know, I've been thinking this over and over. But I think I finally made up my mind to pursue my dream..."

"Your dream?"

Tsuna raised his eyebrows as he sat down.

"Yeah," Ichiro nodded before saying, "I'm gonna be a rapper!"

"...You're gonna be what, now?"

What the fuck?

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