"Dadao, what's with that expression? Why are you looking at me as if we're at a memorial service?" Seeing his friend's expression, Ishijima Gen couldn't help but laugh despite feeling a bit frustrated inside.
After laughing, he shook his head and replied:
"So what? The final outcome didn't change, did it?"
"I handed him his record-breaking 22nd strikeout, and our Luzheng Society also lost this game—in other words, we have etched ourselves into Koshien's history in another way forever..."
After saying this, Ishijima Gen sighed; his gaze wandered into the distance, eventually resting on Lin Guanglai, no longer moving an inch.
"Dadao, gather everyone for the post-match ceremony."
"We're not sore losers at Luzheng Society—since the result is what it is, let's congratulate our opponents with dignity."
"As for this defeat..."
"Let's hope we have another chance this summer—by then, we must have our revenge!"
