Over the past few days, Kōshū had mainly been running and strengthening his lower body. During evening self-practice, he also joined Furuya and Eijun's training as a pitching instructor.
"That was a good pitch." Eijun's cutter had stabilized by now, and Kōshū did not hold back on his praise.
Miyuki, however, poured cold water on it from across the field. "It's decent, but we still don't know how effective it'll actually be. Besides, his main focus should be his fastball. He couldn't even throw into the Strike Zone a month and a half ago. I wouldn't dare trust him too much in a game."
"Hah? Miyuki Kazuya, why are you always like this? Can't you look at my strengths more, like everyone else does?"
"Hm? I wouldn't dare praise someone who's always messing around too much. Otherwise, certain people will hear nothing but compliments and get carried away." Miyuki was not wearing his mask, so the juniors could see every expression on his face clearly.
Furuya completely ignored the atmosphere and walked over to Eijun. "My turn."
Each of them threw twenty pitches in turn, with Miyuki crouching behind the plate to catch for them.
"So soon? I haven't thrown that many yet!"
"I've been counting. You've thrown enough already." Furuya immediately pointed it out sharply when he noticed Eijun trying to bluff his way through it.
The two tugged back and forth on the Pitcher's Mound for a full minute before Eijun stomped off angrily to the net on the other side. "That's enough already! I'm completely fine now. I can throw into the Strike Zone. So annoying. You just don't trust me."
Furuya remained where he was, his momentum from yesterday's victory still carrying over. "Senior Miyuki, I'm pitching."
As soon as he said that, he went Full