Nice Hit, but What a Shame

"Kurakura! Where the hell are you looking?!!!

Honestly!

I'd wondered before whether joining this team had been the right choice...

No matter how I batted... no matter how I pitched!

Nobody ever noticed me!!

Since I'm just as unnoticed here, maybe I should transfer straight to Seidou and throw in my lot with Sendou-san!

Then I could get close to that man!

And Sendou-san has always been watching me!

I can just endure a one-year suspension somehow!"

Watching Raichi and Amakusa gaze deeply into each other's eyes as if they were kindred spirits, Mishima was so furious that his thoughts started running wild.

"Pfft!"

"Tch!

You too, Kurakura!

Don't just go treating people like small fry!!!" Seeing Amakusa step forward, Mishima vented all his resentment on him.

"Whoosh!"

"Ping!"

"Urgh!" Startled by the pitch, Amakusa hurriedly turned his head.

"Pfft!"

"Foul!"

"That was close!

Less than ten centimeters. If that had stayed fair, the runner on second would've scored at least!!" Kuramochi cried out.

"Yuuta has always been an amazing batter!

Beneath that rough style, his batting technique is incredibly delicate. You could say he's a combination of Jun-san and Masuko-san!

If you underestimate him, you'll pay for it!" Sendou said with a smile.

It was precisely because Sendou had noticed those details that Mishima felt as though Sendou had been watching him.

"I'll take you down before it even gets to Raichi!!" Mishima grinned at Amakusa.

"What are you getting so excited about?

You're just an appetizer!" Even then, Amakusa still considered Mishima nothing more than a pre-meal snack.

The two then battled through three pitches, and Amakusa began to grow impatient.

Although Mishima had been pushed into a corner, he had started catching up to Amakusa's pitches.

"Go down already!"

"Pfft!"

"Whoosh!"

"I can hit it!

No!