"For me, playing defense at first base was even more nerve-racking!
This seemed to be my first time participating in a game in any role other than catcher!" During the final defensive practice before the game, Miyuki looked at everyone positioned around the infield and thought to himself.
"How should I guide a batter with no data...
I could probably only gather information from his swing and stride!
I'm counting on you, Captain!" Miyuki then turned his gaze toward Qian at home plate.
"So it was center field after all!
I practiced several positions for nothing. I'd even been looking forward to it a little!" Sendou, standing in center field, pursed his lips slightly.
"Smack!"
"This was the last one!" Catching the ball thrown over from second base, Miyuki smiled faintly.
"Let's get one out first!
Stay calm and go!" He then threw the ball toward the endpoint before game start!
"Smack!" Yang and Miyuki exchanged smiles after Yang caught the ball, then bent down to pick up the anti-slip powder!
At the same time, America Team's first batter walked toward the batter's box!
"Let me get a good look.
What was the difference between players from the birthplace of baseball and guys like us?" Sendou narrowed his eyes and chuckled inwardly.
"Isn't your disciple standing too far forward?!
Was he nervous?!
If we blast his spot apart later, I'll allow you to tell me,
'You bastard, don't scare him!'
Then go give him a hug.
Even if you really did that, I'd still love you!" Coach Kevin looked at Sendou's defensive position and made an American Style joke that Easterners might not necessarily get at Coach Nakanishi.
"Don't worry, buddy!
That kid doesn't know the meaning of nervous. You can have your people hit that damn ball over there