"Eat properly. No matter who we run into, we still have to keep moving through our own lives step by step. Besides, the Spring Tournament is about to begin, Eijun—"
Eijun, who had just been wondering whether to cross the red line, felt a chill run down his back. "Big brother, I am at your service!"
"How many of your Numbers have you finished? Once you're done eating, get back to it! You've got the nerve to worry about other people over here." Kōshū successfully cut off the topic and redirected it to pitching.
"Yes!"
Kōshū continued eating, but he could no longer taste his food. My life won't change because of this variable, will it? That Shimizu Osamu... I'll have to meet him later.
In the blink of an eye, it was April 4. The newcomers, who had only been doing physical training for a few days, had already clearly split into two groups. One consisted of Little League players with solid training, while the other came from softball backgrounds. Under these circumstances, several outstanding first-years were singled out to train alongside the second- and third-years.
With the first game imminent, Kōshū could finally enter the Bullpen for proper pitching practice.
"Good, same spot!" Miyuki stood across from him, sensing his partner's condition today. His control was still there, though the power had weakened somewhat. It would probably be much better in an actual game.
Smack— A loud impact sounded from the right, its echoes darting back and forth through the spacious room.
It was Furuya again. With Ono across from him, he could throw at full strength.
At a glance, Kōshū saw that the new Bullpen could easily accommodate five pitchers.
The scent of plastic still lingered in the air, but before it could hang around their noses