August 27th, summer vacation was ending, but the coolness of autumn still hasn't arrived, probably stuck in a stand-off with potatoes on the Siberian plains.
Kiyono Lin struggled up the long slope and only felt a bit cooler when she stood under the giant oak tree at school.
The playground was deserted in the distance.
Dubian Che had said that the baseball club had worked hard all summer and had finally earned tickets to the 'special spectator seats' at Koshien.
She remembered when she first heard about it, she had asked subconsciously what the special spectator seats were, and his serious explanation.
He was very trustworthy in critical moments, but usually, he was so annoying when he talked, infuriating, really.
After a short rest, she quickened her pace toward the music room.
She had been thinking of the script last night, which made her get up late today, and it was almost time for practice now.
