A New Continent Beyond the Field

When Mishima saw the ball, his mind went blank. He had no idea what was going on.

But after freezing for a moment, he came to his senses.

Sticking his butt out, he picked up the ball in an incredibly goofy pose. After holding Kuramochi at second with his eyes, he threw to Sanada at first.

From the way he picked up the ball, it was obvious that even after making the throw, his brain still had not caught up.

Seeing this, Sendou covered his face with his right hand. That butt-out pose was just too painful to look at.

Even more painful was that Miyuki had been taken out by that pose...

"Sure enough, this idiot is a Lucky One!" Sendou muttered under his breath.

Maybe that was what they meant by fools having good fortune. Mishima was incredibly slow-witted, but his luck had always been good since childhood.

"He handled that vicious line drive back at the pitcher... Mishima-zai with a Fine Play!!"

Honestly, if that ball had not been so significant, the commentator would have been too embarrassed to shout like that.

Miyuki's hit had plenty of power. If it had not gone into the glove, it definitely would have made it through the infield. A double was practically guaranteed.

Mishima spread his arms, closed his eyes, tilted his head up, and took a deep breath.

"Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!"

"Wasn't that just a coincidence?"

"He himself was the most surprised person there!"

"Striking a pose like he'd overwhelmed the batter with pure skill somehow feels really embarrassing!"

"It really is shameful!"

"Seidou is so unlucky!!"

"That was such a powerful hit, such a good chance, and they still didn't score!!"

While Mishima laughed his heart out, the spectators at the sidelines had countless complaints they could