This afternoon's game was against a school from East Tokyo.
"So, tell them properly about the other team's strengths." Kōshū rebuked Miyuki, who had squeezed in beside the five first-years.
"What are you talking about? These guys can't even throw breaking balls, and they can't even get their fastballs into the Strike Zone." Miyuki instead felt that Kōshū was making things difficult for him, wearing an expression that said, What are you talking about?
The two pitchers, who had been about to protest, were rendered speechless together. They knew Miyuki was telling the truth.
"That's exactly why I'm asking you to guide them like a senior. Are you going to just watch them get crushed out there?"
"Yeah, yeah." The two pitchers chimed in from the side.
"Oh, so that's what you all think? Then, Kōshū, I'm counting on you." Miyuki picked up his tray. He had anticipated this situation, so he had finished eating quickly.
"Senior Miyuki!" Kōshū finally understood that the catcher had meant every word. What's the point of this, frustration training? But if you don't tell these two what their goal is, how will they know why they're suffering today or what they should work toward afterward?
The catcher stopped in his tracks and added, "Oh, right. This afternoon's opponent is Teito High from East Tokyo. Help them do some homework on them, okay? Well, there's not much time left anyway." Then he walked away with a snicker, leaving behind a weathered Kōshū.
"Big Brother, what's wrong?" Eijun poked the frozen person in front of him, while Furuya looked on in confusion.
"Haha." Haruichi stepped in to defuse things. "It looks like neither of them knows what kind of school Teito High is."
"Whether they know or not, they're doomed this afternoon." Lang Zhi took a