"Yeah! We're a team aiming for nationals, and I was the one who dragged everyone into this. For my sake alone, a bunch of beginners practiced until late every day.
And Sendou too. If it weren't for me, he'd probably be comfortably enjoying air conditioning, watermelon, and manga right now!
This isn't the time to be selfish!"
Standing in the Batter's Box, Sawamura thought about many things. He was dumb, but not stupid, nor was he truly incapable of reading the situation.
"Damn it, another left-handed batter! And this one's countless times more troublesome than the previous second batter, right? That Slider entering the Strike Zone in the last at-bat was just our luck. Morishita's control isn't good enough for him to throw such nasty Ball Trajectories! There's no choice!"
The opposing catcher's mood instantly soured when he saw where Sawamura stood. He had just been tortured half to death by the left-handed Aoki, and now another one had come up—and this one was their Main Gun!!!
"Bring it on!" After matching Signals, the catcher forcefully brought his right fist and left glove together before his chest, settling into his receiving stance.
"Smack!"
"Ball!" An outside ball!
"He didn't move at all! As expected of the Main Gun—he could tell it was a ball without even needing to study it closely! And after this batter stepped into the Batter's Box, the runner on third stopped moving too. Is this batter really that trusted? Then let's keep going! Slider!" Deliberately misled by Sendou, the other side had indeed misunderstood something just as he expected, engaging in a battle of wits with the air. Though this catcher was a little slow to begin with, Akagi Middle School had not shown any openings. Against an opponent with no information available, anyone would think