He sat alone, eating by himself, yet his expression was perfectly at ease. Watching him, Kōshū felt that this person was far more complicated than he appeared.
Yui Kaoru tensed up, but he did not see any further exchange between Kōshū and Shimizu Osamu. The two simply lowered their heads and ate their own meals, and only then did he slowly relax.
What's going on? I can understand feeling nervous around Senior Kō, but why does Shimizu Osamu feel so intimidating too?
In any case, amid that undercurrent-filled atmosphere, Seido's facilities underwent a complete renovation. Several more batting cages had been added, the Equipment Room had tripled in size, and the equipment inside looked anything but cheap.
Ever since they returned from Koshien, there had been no shortage of OB members and reporters around them. This gave Seido another wave of publicity.
The constantly bustling Seido Baseball Field made Kōshū feel as though he had returned to a crowded market back in his homeland.
Only at night did things become a little better.
"Watch out. I'm going to increase the speed." The junior across from him was so nervous his throat tightened, so Kōshū could only raise the velocity bit by bit, allowing Yui Kaoru to gradually adjust.
"140 kilometers."
A white ball shot from the Pitcher's Mound, piercing through layers of air as it reached the catcher.
Smack— In the blink of an eye, Yui caught the ball—or rather, the ball found his glove. More than the blazing speed, what shocked Yui was the pitch's precision. Maintaining that kind of accuracy at such speed was something middle school pitchers could hardly achieve.
So this is the ace of a powerhouse? It's far more overwhelming than watching from the stands!
"Next, you can set your glove anywhere you like and