Fastball

After finishing their pitching practice, Seidou's pitcher and catcher sat on the Pitcher's Mound for one final confirmation.

However, under Seidou's catcher dictatorship, it was basically just chatting...

"You've... been working pretty hard lately, and you've improved a lot!

How about trying to pitch using only fastballs today?" Miyuki praised Sawamura until he was practically floating, then suddenly changed his tune with a wicked grin.

"Ah!

That villain face!!" Sawamura was jolted awake by that sinister smile.

"You can do it, right?

Show them! Your presence!

Make the people watching from the sidelines recognize you all over again!!" Miyuki said with a smile.

Fine! After Miyuki praised him like that, Sawamura was no longer angry...

Miyuki, Sendou, and the others all knew exactly how much Sawamura had improved over the winter.

Last year's Sawamura might still have been that carefree, but over the winter, he had spent plenty of time glued to Sendou.

Having realized he had no brains and decided to use Sendou as his brain, Sawamura now roughly understood his own level.

It was just that he had gotten too few chances to pitch at Koshien, leaving him with no opportunity to show it.

Just as Sawamura had said, this Koshien had ended as though nothing had happened.

After returning from Koshien, Sawamura saw that Sendou had plenty of free time and made him catch for him every day.

Only Sawamura could drag the trouble-hating Sendou into forced labor like that.

If it had been Miyuki... Sawamura would have had his head knocked clean off so he could learn why flowers were so red!!!

"Minna-san! Please!!" Sawamura shouted to his teammates behind him.

"Yosh!" Senior Maezono, who had just taken the field, instantly found that familiar feeling.

Since the one pitching was the Sawamura he respected, of course