Reborn In Tokyo After Picking Up Sayu Who Ran Away From Home

   Chapter 392 Sparring

  Return to the classroom of Class E of the first year.

   The two separated as if they didn't know each other.

   Shinjoka was pulled over to chat by Chiyo and Rika... the two girls who were always around her.

   Kato Yusuke just returned to his seat.

   Yamaguchi and Takei were staying at their seats and eating bread. As for Megumi and Kako, they were nowhere to be seen and seemed to have not returned from the cafeteria.

   Seeing him coming back, Yamaguchi greeted him heartlessly.

   "Yo, you're back, busy man. How are you~ How do you feel about watching Shinjo classmates' European style up close?"

"Um."

   Kato Yusuke hummed without any ups and downs, but did not answer.

   Takei also carried a chair and sat down in the aisle in order to chat with them conveniently.

   "Speaking of what are you going to have for lunch? Kato."

"bread."

   He said and showed what he had in his hand. It was bought at the canteen on the way back, but he was laughed at by Yamaguchi.

   "...Hey, why did you buy that dry and hard long bread? Isn't this something that no one wants at all? It's too miserable??"

   "It doesn't matter, this will do."

   Kato Yusuke ignored it. After all, when he and Shinjoka came back, the popular bread in the canteen had been snapped up long ago. In the end, only this thing was left uninterested, so he bought it back.

   Seeing him drinking oolong tea, he ate the long bread without changing his face.

   Takei couldn't help but feel a sense of sympathy, so he took out one of his rations, put it on the table, and pushed it over.

   "I also have a fried noodle bread here. I wanted to eat it after training. You still want to eat this, right? Kato."

   "Wow~? That greedy ghost Bamboo Well is willing to hand over his inventory, what is this! It's unbelievable, has the sun risen from the west?"

   Yamaguchi was joking exaggeratedly, and he couldn't say whether it was hurting him or what, which led to Takei's retort.

   "No matter what, this is too much for me! Ah Xiao."

   "It's love's trick, idiot."

   Kato Yusuke didn't say a word about this, just reached out and pushed the fried noodle bread back, said no to Takei, and then continued to eat the long bread calmly.

   At this moment, Shinjoka came over.

   "President Kato, this juice is for you, thank you for your previous guidance~ That's it."

   She said, putting down a soft box of pomegranate juice on the table and walking away.

   A pair of white over-the-knee socks looks a bit dazzling, but they fit nicely on her legs, and they look pure and cute because of her petiteness.

   "Tongyan big breasts..."

   Yamaguchi muttered and turned his head.

   "By the way, how did you deal with classmate Shinjo?"

"approved."

   "Huh? Are you serious?"

"Um."

   Hearing this, the Mangosteen brothers glanced at each other.

   "Aha... Like this, Kako is probably going to be uncomfortable." Takei on the side said so.

   Yamaguchi also nodded in agreement, and then said again: "Well, but this is an internal matter of your student union after all, don't worry about us, you can do it yourself, Kato."

"I know."

   "Hey! Are you acting a little more thoughtful? Especially in front of Yoshiko."

   "What's the matter with you and her?"

   "Huh?? Who??"

   "Himekawa Yoshiko."

"Aha??"

   "Ah~ Speaking of which, Yoshiko often comes to see us for training recently, Xiao?"

"so what!"

   "My nose smells the sour smell of love."

   "Don't talk nonsense, that guy's obsession with Nakamura-sensei is not ordinary."

   Yamaguchi said, and shoved the last bite of fried noodles into his mouth, then clapped his hands and looked at Yusuke again.

   "...I said, I want to talk about what happened to you a while ago?"

  “…”

  “…”

  Because of this sentence, the scene fell into a strange silence for a while.

after awhile…

   "It's nothing." Kato Yusuke slowly chewed the bread in his mouth, his chest was dark and his face was like a flat lake.

   A brief silence.

   "Is that so?" Yamaguchi nodded, but he didn't ask any further questions, and lightly passed the topic.

   "So, are you free lately?"

   Kato Yusuke looked back at him and asked, "…Is something wrong?"

   "Speaking of which, I'm now in the baseball club as the team's No. 1 club."

   He pointed to himself and said, "But before the spring meeting in March next year, I still want to try and see if I can move up to the third position."

   "…the third stick?"

   "—He's the key gentleman in the batter's position." Takei took the initiative to explain.

   "Because there is a greater chance of having teammates on the base in the third inning than the batters in the first and second innings, it is usually the stronger batter."

   He paused when he said this, then looked at Yamaguchi again, and said with emotion: "I only played baseball for less than a year. It's a shame that you have such a big goal, Xiao."

   "You're so noisy, you idiot. Anyway, as a catcher, you just need to watch my uncle's performance obediently."

   "It would be nice if it were like this~~"

   Kato Yusuke understood their words and asked, "What do you want me to do?"

   "Oh~! That's of course—being my opponent."

   Yamaguchi said confidently: "Because your ball speed is very strong, as long as you can get used to it, other people basically have nothing to worry about, so come and practice with me!"

  “…”

   Meeting his piercing gaze, Kato Yusuke began to think.

   After school, he has a job in the student council, and the Mangosteen brothers also train in the baseball club, so this time is not enough.

  The only thing that can be spared seems to be the lunch break, or after school after the respective affairs of both parties are over...

   "Then it will start at noon tomorrow." He agreed after thinking for a moment, but he never thought of rejecting it.

"it is good!"

   Yamaguchi just grinned and accepted the plan.

  …

   The next day's lunch break, which is Thursday.

   The three who had lunch came to the school playground together and began to warm up.

   Hearing the news, there was also Sato and his party, the former baseball club trio.

   While Takei was wearing protective gear over there, Kato Yusuke also briefly greeted them.

   After Takei put on his visor, put on that bulky protective gear, and was seated behind home plate.

The    trio also spontaneously dispersed to the outfield, ready to help pick up the ball.

The    scene was quite grand, attracting many students to watch from the windows of the teaching building.

   Yamaguchi, who was standing on the strike zone, was wearing a helmet and holding a bat, adjusting his condition.

   There was excitement on his face, as if he was excited because of the audience, but he was defeated in the next second.

   "Come on~~~ President Kato!"

  From the far away classroom of Class E of Year 1, there was a girl's coquettish cheering sound.

   "Is it Shinjo-san?" Takei, who was squatting behind home plate, kindly reminded: "No one cheers for you at all, Ah Taka."

   "—You don't need to remind this kind of thing! This uncle will turn things around with a handsome home run! Just wait and see!"

   "Ahahaha, you look murderous."

   Yamaguchi ignored him, just raised his hand and pressed the edge of the hitting helmet, used spikes to level the ground, and then held the bat to enter the state.

   "Okay! Kato! The speed of the ball is 165 kilometers! Throw me a Koshien-level ball!" Yamaguchi, who was posing, shouted aggressively.

   Standing on the mound, Yusuke rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, nodded at him, and then bent over to take a baseball from the iron bucket under his feet.

   In a good position, raise your right arm back and throw the ball "lightly".

  —pop!

   The hardball fell neatly into the glove.

   "Hey~ Good shot, still such a monster." Yamaguchi whistled, tsk tsk amazed.

   What was the speed of the ball just now? 165? Or 170?

  I don't know, I don't know, dynamic vision is completely unable to capture the trajectory of a baseball.

   As if in the blink of an eye, the ball fell into Takei's glove.

   was too fast to give him a reaction.

   "...Ah, Axiao." Takei hissed, his palms going numb, "If you insist on playing this kind of ball, I won't go with you!?"

   "Hey, who knew that **** was so serious! He doesn't have any humor at all~"

   Yamaguchi first defended, and then shouted again: "—Please try to keep the speed of the ball below 145 kilometers, playball!"

   "Ah, there it is, Ah Xiao made a bad joke on Kato with a playboy."

   "You're making a lot of noise, Takei."

   On the pitcher's mound, the boy took a ball from the iron bucket under his feet again, and weighed it twice in his hand, as if looking for a touch.

   Yamaguchi held his breath, his eyes fixed on his hand for a moment, his eyes became serious.

  In baseball, eyesight is the key to hitting.

  The small white ball flew at a speed of one hundred and dozens of kilometers, sometimes drawing an arc and sometimes falling.

   In order to hit the ball with a slender bat in this situation, it is natural to have extraordinary eyesight.

   In order to be a good baseball player, in addition to physical strength and physique.

   Including dynamic vision, batting skills, swing speed, also occupy very important factors.

   Coincidentally, his qualities in these areas are not bad.

   That's why I was able to be promoted from a substitute to a full-time member in such a short period of time, although I can only serve as the first team at the moment—not so important responsibilities...

  —Om.

  —Om.

  —Om.

   "...Uh, Ah Xiao?"

   "I know, the four are empty, you don't need to remind me specially."

"Oh…"

   Kato Yusuke stopped, thought for a moment, and then asked, "Would you be slower—?"

   "—No need! Just keep the pace now! I'm almost getting the feel!"

   "Do you need me to send you the belt you're used to?"

   "—what! Are you so caring! Kato my god! Come, come, come!"

  “…”

   Kato Yusuke nodded, took out the ball, and threw it out again.

   With the blessing of the [Proficient - Shooting] skill, the baseball accurately entered the center of Yamaguchi's chest.

   bang, bang.

   The little white ball bounced high behind the home plate.

   "..." Zhujing pouted, looked behind him and said nothing.

   "It hit the bottom of the ball, I know." Yamaguchi said with a look of indifference.

  —bang bang.

  The baseball flew low, hit the ground out of bounds, and was finally picked up by Sato, who was guarding nearby.

   "It's too high again this time."

  —boom.

  The baseball flew back toward the mound, and Yusuke reached for the glove.

   "Hmm... that's about it."

   Yamaguchi adjusted his posture and raised his right wrist holding the stick a little bit.

  —Kang!

   Baseball draws a sharp arc that stretches toward the sky in left field.

   "Oh! Home run!" Takei complimented: "Are you used to the speed of 140 kilometers?"

   "It doesn't count. After all, Kato is deliberately throwing the ball in a place where I am comfortable, but he can almost capture the trajectory of the ball..."

   Yamaguchi grinned at this point, gave a thumbs up, and said proudly, "You don't need to remember those just now, this uncle just hit a home run~!"

   and shouted at the mound again: "—you can add a little variation, Kato!"

   Yusuke on the pitcher mound nodded slightly in agreement.

  "..." Seeing this scene, Zhujing sighed softly and watched the change.

   Soon, Yamaguchi couldn’t get up easily…

  —crack.

  —crack.

  —crack.

   "You only hit three out of ten balls. You have to think of a way, Ah Xiao."

   "Being able to hit three in baseball is top-notch!"

   "Huh~~ But that's about batting average, right? There's only a 30% chance of hitting a decent ball, isn't it outrageous!"

   "It's annoying, I know!"

  “…”

   Kato Yusuke doesn't know much about their small theater, he just keeps feeding Yamaguchi with the ball, just to the point where he can hit with a little effort, but doesn't let him hit easily.

   Since he promised to be a sparring partner.

   Then in order to improve the other party's level, he will also take this matter seriously.

  …

   He pitched the ball, Yamaguchi played, and Sato and the others picked up the ball.

  The **** in the iron bucket go from full to empty, and then fill up again.

   Repeated this many times…

   Before I knew it, more than half of the lunch break had passed.

   Yamaguchi's movements were smooth and smooth from the very beginning, and gradually became heavy and slow.

   see this.

   Yusuke made a stop gesture to the three outfielders, and then walked to the home plate.

"So be it."

   "Why... are you dying?" Yamaguchi slumped on the ground, panting, "No, no way... Today, today, let's go here and let you go."

   "Hmm... Basically, your mouth is tough all over your body, Ah Xiao."

   "Huchi...Huchi, have you counted how many **** I hit? Takei."

   "I think about it, there are a total of 100 balls. According to the batting average, you probably hit nearly 10%."

   "Okay! Let's continue tomorrow! Kato!"

   "There will be a sports meeting tomorrow, no." Kato Yusuke shook his head and extended a hand to him.

   "...Well, that's what I said too, damn, I forgot about this." Yamaguchi muttered, grabbing his hand and standing up.

   "Speaking of which...you throw so many **** today, won't it affect tomorrow's games?"

"fine."

   "...You seem to be less and less human."

   Yamaguchi lightly beat his shoulders, but his expression was extremely cheerful.

   "Exercise is really great, although in the end the body will be too tired, but it just makes people have no time to think about those things, what do you think?"

  “…?”

   Kato Yusuke frowned slightly, not knowing what he wanted to express.

  “…”

   Yamaguchi didn't explain much about this, and while shaking his neck from side to side, he said nonchalantly, "...This is the way I personally use to decompress, how is it, does it work for you?"

   The scene suddenly became quiet.

  The breeze picked up the dust on the training ground, bringing a little dullness and choking…

  “…”

   Kato Yusuke stared at him for a while, then turned to look at the sky on the north side, only to feel that today's damp weather with a hint of haze is very characteristic of the Hokuriku.

   I hope it won't rain for the sports tomorrow.

   he thought aimlessly, and responded with a dull low voice.

"Um."

  …

   (end of this chapter)