"There was still a one-year gap, after all."
Kōshū watched the seniors' optimistic mood gradually fade and imagined Chris's situation. "But he must be really happy to be able to compete again, Senior Chris."
"Of course he is." Senior Kominato's tone was airy, as usual. It was always hard to tell what he was really thinking.
"You little brat who's never suffered a setback, don't talk like you've been through it all!" Senior Isashiki had once been a pitcher before being forced to switch to the outfield, but he still paid close attention to every First String pitcher. Especially after Miyuki told him that a famous first-year had come to Seido.
Let me see the reports on him. If he's that famous, there must be something written about him. Then he saw Kōshū's interview as the ace after the U15 tournament. Damn it! The thing he was proudest of was his pitching accuracy! From then on, his impression of Kōshū had become: A Heaven's Chosen who's never been through hardship, and the thing he's proudest of is exactly what I lack most.
"Huh?" Naturally, Kōshū had no idea about Senior Isashiki's train of thought. Ever since entering Seido, no one had ever said something like that to him.
"Well, looking at it this way, the candidates for the First String are pretty much settled." Yuuki had spent two years at Seido and understood Kataoka Manager's personality very well.
Kōshū did not ask which names the captain had in mind. He stared intently at the running figure on the field. So what should Lang Zhi do? Someone has to stay in the Second String and keep me updated.
Not far away, Kanemaru suddenly felt the back of his neck tighten. Who's talking about me?
On the field, the boy threw again.