Safe! When Carlos threw the ball back into the infield, Kōshū had already climbed up from the second-base bag.
He had charged too hard just now and dove headfirst straight at it.
"Pah." Dust had gotten into his mouth too.
Second baseman Shirakawa gave Kōshū's shoulder a pat with his glove, looking somewhat displeased.
This was already the second time he had reached second base. What had Shirakawa said earlier? "You run fast. There won't be a next time."
So Kōshū felt it was necessary to greet him again. "Hi, I'm back."
The other player glared fiercely at him for a second.
Rubbing his nose, the pitcher thought that he would be seeing this second baseman again soon next inning and could not help worrying that Shirakawa might hit him with a line drive or something.
This pitcher is so arrogant. I'll definitely hit one next time and see how his expression changes. The second baseman behind him gritted his teeth.
Of course, if anyone in the entire stadium resented Kōshū getting on base the most, it was Narumiya Mei.
"Mei, that's it. Don't look back!" When the dust around second base had risen to its highest point, Hayakawa had taken off his mask and run to the Pitcher's Mound. Now, he was holding his senior's cheeks with both hands to stop him from looking back.
"Ha—ya—ka—wa—what are you doing? I'm your senior!" The dirt on this guy's glove was even getting rubbed onto the ace's face!
But Hayakawa remained especially resolute. After the pitcher made two futile kicks, he still persisted. "Take a deep breath—breathe out—breathe in—"
This earned him even fiercer resistance from the pitcher. In the end, Narumiya Mei stopped insisting on glaring at the runner and focused instead on breaking free. "Just say what you want