Inari wants to live in peace

Japan and the United States are losing fifteen games.

I only saw the results except for the first match, but I still didn't feel like I could win the final match.

I had to raise my heavy hips because I promised to help if the Japanese side lost in the second half.

Instead of just waiting at Inari Taisha Shrine for the time being, I took my feet to the stadium in Utsunomiya.

Passing through the front gate with a face pass, I walked down the aisle into the audience seat and stared at the electro-optical board.

You're losing.

"Yes, it seems so. I wonder if the Inari gods are coming soon."

The caretaker picked up a murmur that had somehow been leaked.

What she is saying is true, but it would have been better not to appear.

"... is it possible that you are deliberately losing?"

"Inari God is watching.I don't want to embarrass myself as a Japanese citizen. "

The caretaker replied immediately.

Apparently, there is no line of losing intentionally to get my help.

"I'm kidding. I trust all of you."

I sometimes make jokes, too.And as far as the audience was concerned, all the players were playing hard baseball.

So I thought this was going to be ready at last.

Incidentally, the first offensive was in Japan, where the four front attacks ended, with ten MLBs and two NPBs.

Considering that the last fifteen fights have continued with the Black Star, the big reversal from here will be honest and harsh.

And the representative of the baseball league rushed in a hurry, so I responded to the request.

This time, it was registered as a special case among the special cases, as a refraining election of the representative of Japan.

Back number 17 would be the Inari test, but for some reason a dedicated uniform was also available.

The tail and ears are peeking, so they do the same good work.

As for the craftsman who did the bespoke work, I just had to laugh at whether I could cry or not.

But just for now, I'd like to thank you for using me as an athlete.

The caregiver will help you put it on in a private room and put it through your sleeve in turn.

Shortly after I was dressed up just in case, the announcement at the stadium went loud.

"Instead of ~ Number 17! Inari God!"

Honestly, I didn't want to go to the game, but I couldn't help it.

I exhale a big sigh and hesitate to call the caretaker.

Well then, let's go.

"Yes, welcome."

Leaving the private room like that, Kintetsu and representatives of the baseball league were in a stamba, so they were guided straight to the bench where Japanese athletes waited.

As I walked through the hallway of the stadium, I thought about how this really happened, but in the end I didn't get an answer like this.

So instead of thinking about waste and getting sick, let's just reopen and finish the game and go home.

I quickly switched to the usual brain-muscular thinking.

When I arrived at the bench of the Japanese representative, I had already started five attacks on the table.

Now that I was two out of ten, it was just my turn whether the timing was good or bad.

So pull out the prepared bat appropriately and wiggle it a few times, then put on a helmet with a hole in the fox ear and walk out to the seat.

"It's been a long time since you've had a bat or shaken it.But it's going to work out. "

I've been playing baseball with my bat since I was a student in the future.Or was it a softball when I was a high school girl?

I remember swinging around several times when I taught the rules in the past, but I didn't make it to the game.

The opponent's pitcher was obviously confused, but the boulder was still professional.

It may be difficult to get in at low height, but it was thrown precisely at a narrow strike zone.

That's why I shaken it all out, even though it was a hassle.

As a result, the ball thrown by the pitcher hit the core of the bat and knocked the first ball out of the field.

"You're a little overstretched.Let's try a little harder next time. "

Even before she was reincarnated as a fox daughter, she put a little too much effort into the ball game that she had never experienced before.

A gust of wind erupts the moment the bat is shaken, and the catcher at close range first hits the buttocks.

In addition, the pitcher's hat in front was thrown back in the wind.

Moreover, the launched ball flew far beyond the stadium.

I don't think it will burn due to friction heat, but nobody knew where it would fall.

(I hope you fell into the sea)

The audience is excited and excited.

However, the Japanese and American athletes are all stunned because it was too extra-standard.

So after I released the bat, I walked gently toward the first base and pushed the back of the Japanese athlete around the base in turn to get along with the home base.

Unfortunately, soon afterwards, I was taken out.

Therefore, with 10 MLB points and 6 NPB points, Japan's rapid advance will be stopped.

And the attackers took turns.

The next attack will be on the American side, and we will each be positioned to consolidate our defenses.

"... why am I the pitcher?"

I'm not going to complain about the Japanese representative's exploitation, but I can't help wondering.

I practiced pitching to the extent I'm sorry, but I'm still an amateur at baseball.

I saw and remembered the change sphere several times, but I didn't really want to throw it.

"Must be a personality issue."

Fine work like making things is fine, but I don't want to be honest about deceiving or getting caught in a match.

In the end, the only thing I could throw confidently at a baseball was a straightforward match.

Still, the director and catcher gave the go-sign, so I really didn't understand the meaning.

After all, I am now confronted with American stars.

"Hah, it doesn't even start mourning.Let's just throw it out of hand. "

I take a fairly appropriate form after leaking a complaint.

Anyway, she took an easy-to-throw stance on the fox daughter and threw a strong shot at the mitt the catcher stood up for.

Wow! Strike!

Instead of paddling, a loud and heavy sound echoes through the stadium.

"... eh?"

The batter is a stick without blinking a single blink.

After asking questions, turn your eyes to the catcher's mitt for confirmation.

I've adjusted the speed at which people can take a shot in practice, but it's still over 200 kilometers out.

The catcher will throw it exactly where it stands, so no one will be able to react.

"Let's get this over with before the batter gets used to the ball speed."

I kept throwing fast balls, not to say that I didn't need a small workmanship.

And every batter sank in three shots.

Some athletes took the van's stance along the way, but it was too heavy to even change the trajectory, so they bounced and flew the bat.

But he was also a professional, so while the catcher was spilling, he ignored his numb hands and ran away.

At that time, I quickly rushed and picked up the spill ball within the threat coverage, quickly caught up with the runner without delivering the ball, and touched it from behind to get out.

Somehow the delivery was too fast and I thought the first base player would make an error.

It was a result of Japanese and American baseball, by the way, but it was our victory.

It wasn't a big win because baseball was a team game.

Even if the major league players sink with all three, there is no point in Japanese hitters not flying without ringing.

When the enemy team tried to make themselves walk with a fourball, they jumped and waved the bat and hit the off-site home run, but the difference remained almost unchanged because there was only one point left.

That's why I kept throwing a straight ball wrapped in fox fire at the back of my head for eight times.

Even though it was a phantom, it was visually flashy, and it exceeded the speed of 200 kilometers, so it wobbled like a sunburn and ended up in an incredible word.

Japanese and American baseball commentators admired this as a rising ball.

I thought the actual throwing was just straight.

So when I was interviewed after the game, I named it straight fox fire.

It was also discovered that US baseball players were spying on photography.

However, this is not for Japan, but for me personally, and I can convince you that America is experiencing an increase in the number of pelolists.

By jumping into and participating in, I was able to prevent the decline in baseball popularity, but other international competitions will also be called as helpers when Japan is about to lose, and I will be forced to think twice about what is not enough to refuse.

However, since I entered the war only the first few times and was robbing every sport of victory, protests from other countries were killed if I did not win.

As a result, I didn't have to lift my heavy hips, so I was finally relieved.