After packing up, the entire Seido team stayed to watch the next game between Inashiro Industrial and Sakurazawa.
"Hey, hey, Kōshū, what are you holding?!" The upperclassmen were shocked.
Kōshū looked baffled. "Binoculars."
"So... what exactly are you planning to look at?" They were seated directly behind home plate. From this close, what could he possibly see with binoculars?
"The details of Narumiya Mei's release when he throws different pitches." Kōshū patted Lang Zhi on the shoulder beside him. "I kept this guy here to help. His eyesight is better—he can roughly judge a ball's spin rate with the naked eye."
Lang Zhi was still somewhat reserved, but the upperclassmen barely paid him any attention. All of them looked preoccupied as they took seats in front.
"What's wrong with those upperclassmen?"
"Last summer, in the semifinals, they faced Inashiro Industrial. Narumiya Mei came in to pitch at the end, and they had no answer for him. In a sense, that guy is the upperclassmen's psychological scar." Kōshū explained it to Lang Zhi, while the three first-years beside them pricked up their ears as well.
"So watch carefully."
At that moment, the Air Raid Siren sounded. The two brothers silently spread notebooks across their knees, holding binoculars in one hand and pens in the other.
"This is a great spot." Through the binoculars, Kōshū could make out plenty of details, though it was easy to lose track of his point of observation. Fortunately, the brothers were already very accustomed to observing this way.
"Top of the second, first batter. Was that a Changeup? The grip looked like an OK sign." Kōshū wrote symbols only the two of them could understand in his notebook. At the same time, Lang Zhi marked down the same symbols in his own. Once the game was