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One-time table attack. Our team ended up in a triple retreat.

I'm the facial assault pitcher liner. Shinji strikes three. Mr. Cui is the pitcher goro.

"How am I supposed to hit a ball like that... Nice hitting you, Chief?"

"It's easy if it's just straight. It's a little tough at first sight when you can mix a change sphere with it."

"Easier than 150km straight..."

"Reef, that's what the general says. Listen up."

"You did."

... Listened to.

"Now let's get to the defense. Total, mass-produce center goro on your shoulder."

"You, you know the defensive position of the center and you're telling me?

At least I know how cheesy you are.

We got into our respective defensive positions while we were talking such nonsense.

"Tighten up."

Catcher Mop inspires our temper from home base. It also sounds like "tie it up" for some reason when Mr. Mop says it, but this would be something he deserves.

When Mr. Mop lowers his hips, Hanzo on the mount shows the motion of touching the chat screen. Perhaps even an exchange of signatures.

"Oh, throw it."

This first ball will determine how far we can fight. If Hanzo's throwing doesn't work, our wins are thin.

But if it works, we...

"Sutra aaaaaaaaaaaa ik!"

You should be able to beat them.

"Oh, Hanzo, nice pitch!

"Wow, it's 140 kilometers out."

"Sasa but Hanzo"

Hanzo answers the voice from the infield by raising the grab.

But don't do it, Hanzo. Is that sphere speed also due to the benefit of skills?

But Hanzo smiles delicately when we cheer. Naturally, too. Anyway, that bonkra catcher, he's here to take the ball, not the mitt, but the belly. The mitt is carefully placed on the ground. He sucks.

I'll send a chat to Hanzo, who's confused.

[If you care, you lose. Please hold your heart strong]

"Straaaaaaaaik"

Shake off the clutter Mr. Hanzo desperately looks only at the batter and throws it. Catchers should not look, never.

But did you push him early? Will this minute make the game a pitcher fight?

As far as I can tell, Hanzo suppressed all three of us this time brilliantly.

"Hanzo, nice pitch"

"Thank you, Mr. Sow. But not yet."

Hanzo turns to the batter box with a thin laugh so as to shake off his very big hard work.

"I'm going to work number four."

Akan, this is cool. I'll tell Aoi later, too. Now it's time to stop.

"Cover it. - Hang on!

Cheering for his wife, Mr. Sakura. I can't be jealous. No, there's someone cheering on me, too. The lawn next door always looks blue. Don't let the clutter fool you.

That's how Hanzo decided on a two-bass hit breaking through the right middle as I was shaking off the clutter.

"Ka-han! I'll serve you tonight.

The lawn next door. Oh! Mecha, it's blue. This lawn. Damn it! I lost the clutter.

And the next bat, Mr. Mop, decided on a brilliant feed batting, and the situation went to one-out third base.

Come on, let's go.

Standing in the batter box is a dependable housewife, Mr. Sakura. He said he wasn't confident in motor nerves, but instead he has acquired many baseball-related skills after Hanzo among these.

This is the one point I want at all costs.

And the first ball against Mr. Sakura,

"Uh-oh!

She set the brilliant squeeze on the first base line.

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It was us with precious precedents on the two tables, but behind them. Cutting off the two bases of the lead batter's lightover, he got a series of good hits to keep up and returned three points in a row.

And two more times back, the score is 1-for-3. He was pinching that all the bases would be filled with birds even though he was two outs.

"Hang in there - Hang in there!

"Hanzo, two out, two out!

Hanzo's rough breath is about to convey to me in the center.

Please, be polite.

but my wish is ruthlessly shattered by a sharp swing of bird humans.

"Left-o-o-o-o-o-o-o!"

The hitting is flying over the short Snow Princess and moving in a straight line toward Aoi's protected left. However, Aoi has not even acquired the skills to strengthen his own flesh, rather than baseball skills. I mean, she's a normal girl in the present situation. To her like that, a hitting ball called a leftliner is too high a hurdle.

"In time!"

Kick the lawn with all your might towards Aoi. But I don't care what you think. So much so that the hitting is well flown towards Mr. Aoi.

Then...

"Thunder!"

Activate the boot thunder on the handsome feet. I managed to deliver the white sphere to Mr. Aoi after getting an acceleration that I hadn't thought about landing.

"Total!

That's why I crashed into the fence.

It hurts.

Three tables. Me for the no-out and the hitting. This is our second match against the guy today.

But he was wary of the pitcher liner, his eyes were so congested that he could see it in the distance, his breath was getting rough. Do you see a reaction here even if it's one provocation?

"What did you do? Are you freaking out?

but bird humans don't move at all to it and stare at me even with bright red eyes.

Hmm? This vibe...... no way.

A touch of anxiety felt at this time. As if to affirm that anxiety, the ball thrown from the big form jumped in my face.

"Oops."

Well, still 150 km high. There's no way I can hit it. But my obsession with me was still seeping out of the face of a bird human.

This is going to come another ball.

All right, that fight. I'll buy you one.

Originally, I set it up first, but it's all about winning. Don't feel bad.

Oh, yeah.

"Judge, give me a time"

Once I got away from the batter box, when I took the gun out of the item box, I stuck the muzzle in my own head and pulled the trigger three times.

The bird humans peel their eyes at the way it is and look at this one. Well, there's no choice, either, because the man who fought until just now suddenly turned into a ghost after he killed himself with a pistol.

But now, we're ready.

And then...

second ball thrown. If I put a sound effect on the ball that flew in the face, I would decide to strike a bad ball that sounded like a ghoulnut wackin '.

Where's the hitting? That is decided.

"Piggyyyyyyyyyyyy!?

I won.

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The developments since then have been extremely tragic. First of all, he was a bird human who ate to keep my pitcher liner up, but he changed pitchers without being able to rise to the boulder.

But there are nine of us. The replacement was a left, not a bench. In other words, there are currently bird humans on the mount who were protecting the lefts. And the lefts have bird humans on defense who were pitchers. Well, there's no sign of any Left bird humans rolling to the ground to wake up.

The game from then on is a complete brawl. Hanzo keeps pitching for me the same way, but I have a lot of problems defending him anyway. Defense, or Mr. Aoi, who doesn't like sports. Mr. Smith with movement and firm body. Hebocatcher who doesn't stick the ball to the mitt. A fucking catcher who gets tackles from the front in cross-play and gets blown away with a trance look on his face. A perverted catcher blushing her cheeks at the scolding voices from us. They poked me through that hole every now and again, and our team kept losing ground.

But the hole is no exception to the enemy team. Instead the bird humans standing on the mount were only granted the ability for lefts, and the throwing itself was only thrown about the ball of the boys baseball team.

The defense itself was made a pro move and fairly clumsy, but still managed to eat down to keep the disparity apart, seven tables. Make it a no-out. The batter greets me again.

Point the bat at the pitcher. It is not a backscreen. Pitcher. Not a teaser home run, of course. It's a teaser pitcher liner. To that proof, the bat-targeted bird man trembles his body vividly and looks at me like a deer in a tiger's cage.

But it's smart, bird. Sad, but this is war, isn't it?

"Whoa, whoa!

"Piggyaaaaaa!?

All right, seven more.