"Narumiya, it's already so late. Let's head back and watch the footage tomorrow." Hayakawa stood up and urged the pitcher beside him.
Narumiya Mei kept his eyes fixed on the screen. "Just a little more. Let's finish this game."
"But we've already watched it twice!" Hadn't they finished it a long time ago?
The pitcher turned his head, and the flames in his eyes stopped Hayakawa from urging him further. "This time, I'm definitely going to beat him!" He had to make sure every detail was covered.
"But I don't think Seido will let him take the mound again." That was what everyone in the newspapers had been predicting.
"If I can't even beat Seido without Kōshū..." It seemed that his string of losses had finally begun to affect Narumiya Mei, the proud pitcher.
"I understand, Narumiya. Let's play a great game tomorrow and force Kōshū to volunteer to pitch!" It was probably impossible, but he could at least say it to cheer up their ace.
"Yosh! Hayakawa, well said! Tomorrow, I'm going to put on a proper show on the Pitcher's Mound and make that brat show me some respect!"
"Mm-hm."
April 27th, 1:00 p.m. The final of the Tokyo Spring Tournament officially began.
In the stands, starters from most of the teams that had participated in the tournament had come to watch in person.
"Just as expected, Seido isn't starting their ace."
What surprised everyone was that Inajitsu had actually started Narumiya Mei.
"That's true. Seido's Furuya could be an ace on any other team. Looking at it that way, if Inajitsu wants to win, they have to hand the ball to their ace from the very beginning."
Bored stiff in the Dugout, Kōshū recalled the glare from the opposing ace.
Being able to pick him out so