The fifth batter stepped up to the plate.
He was not the strongest hitter.
If they were to select the top three hitters from the baseball team, no one would vote for him.
"Strike one!"
That bastard Kunimi had pushed him down from the top four hitters in his second year.
"Ball one!"
He had been scouted from another county himself!
Leaving his hometown, and he hadn't even made it to Koshien! How could he face his old classmates!
"Strike two!"
That guy Yamamoto thought he was the only one who stayed back at the baseball field to swing the bat after the team dispersed!
But he always hid in the dorm, continuing to swing until the lights went out!
Every single time!
"Ball two!"
There is a limit to pitching practice, but no limit to hitting!
As long as he practiced, he could get stronger!
"Don't underestimate me!"
The fifth batter swung.
"Crack!" The sound of the bat hitting the ball.
"Run—!" Dropping the bat, the fifth batter roared as he dashed toward first base.
