"Hey, Conan, you were basically playing soccer! Who catches a baseball with their foot like that?!"
"Exactly! That completely breaks the rules! That's cheating!"
Conan looked at Ai Haibara's teasing expression and coughed awkwardly twice.
How should he put it? Of course he watched baseball, and it wasn't as though he had never played it. He had to take part a few times at school, after all.
It was just that after shrinking down, he had gradually gotten used to treating his enhanced shoes as part of his combat ability and kicking whatever came at him. Whenever he saw a ball flying toward his face, he instinctively wanted to stick out his foot...
"Let's not count that one. You guys can start over with a new ball..."
Conan handed over the baseball in his hand, raised his hands in surrender, and casually glanced to the side as he moved.
Only to discover that Yusuke Kitagawa, who was sitting there, was not looking at the children. Instead, he was thoughtfully staring at the elevated road outside the park.
They had been playing here for over an hour. Although Yusuke Kitagawa had not joined in at all, he had basically been keeping an eye on the children the entire time, looking every bit like a parent accompanying a bunch of kids at play.
So right now, he was...
Conan followed his gaze and saw a uniformed man laboriously pedaling a bicycle uphill from the lower road.
He did look rather comical and miserable, but generally speaking, someone wearing that kind of uniform during working hours was probably a service worker—a food deliveryman or courier, something fairly common.
Unable to figure out what Yusuke Kitagawa was looking at, Conan pondered in confusion as he let go and placed the baseball into Genta Kojima's