Chapter 54: Regardless of the game, the results are obvious.

Chapter 54: Regardless of the game, the results are obvious.

TL:Helena

ED: Animu

54.Just this one moment of passion.

The final game of the ball game tournament was a battle of skills.

The opposing team was filled with mostly athletic people and had several players with baseball experience.

Even if the bat hit the ball, it was either a fly or a ground ball, and the handling of the fly or ground ball was accurate, so we couldnt score any runs in the beginning.

Furthermore, the opponent was not only strong defensively, but also offensively.

Tsukamoto, who was on the baseball team, was the pitcher in our class, and he had been cooking his opponents with his imposing pitching (called windmill pitching). In this game, the pitches on both sides were flying.

However, our defenders, who had high morale, made a series of mysterious good plays, such as diving catches and jumping throws, and prevented all of those hits.

The opponents began to get quite frustrated with the lack of scoring despite a number of high quality hits, and their performance became more and more choppy in the second half.

After giving up a dead ball to Ginji, I made a mistake in handling a ball that miraculously got caught in the bat, allowing Ginji to advance while I was out.

The next batter, Tsukamoto, declared, Ive got to show my girlfriend some respect for the baseball team, and Id like to show her some good things soon, and made a hit to score a run. Thats what Ive come to expect from a legitimate good-looking sportsman.

When Ginji came back home, everyone said, Nice dead ball! Ginji rubbed his belly and said, I cant be happy about just hitting the side of my head. Ouch He seemed to be happy that he was able to step on the platform.

If we can keep this up, the game would be easily in our hands or so everyone thought

(Is this where its going to turn out like I remember? !)

In the last inning of the game, we took a one-run lead.

The defense supported Tsukamoto, who was starting to tire, drove them in with two outs, but at the cost of runners advancing to second and third base.

One more runner and everything would be decided.

Everyone was enthusiastic about the game, and the turnout was unparalleled in the past.

When I glanced over, I saw that Shijouin-san was cheering excitedly, alongside, of course, Fumihashi and even the normally quiet Kazamihara was watching with clenched fists.

Hang in there, Tsukamoto! One more!

Hit it! If you hit, Theyre dead!

Good luck! Weve come this far, lets finish it with a win!

Hit it high! Most of the outfielders are not very good, so just let it fly!

Softballs dont fly very well! Protect the front!

Stay calm! Dont worry about winning!

Both our class and the opposing class were as excited as if it were an official baseball game, and I could understand why. The last minute of a game where you dont know whether youre going to win or lose has the power to excite people, even if it was a casual game.

(No matter how similar the situation is, it doesnt mean it will come to me)

Since I started over in this life, I have yet to see the kind of historical repentance that is common in science fiction.

The proof of this is that I myself have been changing the future of everything from school festivals, final exams, family relationships, and friendships.

Ive been able to change the future of every single thing Ive done in my life.

(But even if it flies at me, Ill definitely catch it! Thats what Ive been practicing for!)

In this game, no ball has come to me at all.

I read the trajectory of the ball as it fell and held out my glove as I ran.

The timing was just barely right, and I was self-conscious.

And so the white ball, falling like a shooting star

Fell and hit my glove mercilessly.

(Ah)

The ball dancing in the air from the impact of hitting my glove was reflected in my eyes very slowly, like the slow playback of a movie.

The way the victory in the form of a white ball spilled out of my hand previously

(To)

At that moment, what dominated my mind was not blank despair.

(I cant let it go!)

Something that should never have been born in my mind.

There was only the fiery hot blood of passion, which was never possible in my previous life.

And

(!)

Catching the ball in a reckless position, I fell down with a crash.

A cloud of dust rose up from the ground, and I was drenched in reddish brown dirt.

Yeah! They dropped it

Turn, turn, turn!

Were making it!

Oh, so close!

Oh, fuck!

Shit, no!

The other team was excited and our team was down.

The reaction of the two teams was clear: winners and losers.

However, it was still a little too early to decide.

Oh? Wait, wait, wait! That!

At the sound of Shijouin-sans voice, the students gazes were drawn to me again.

The cloud of dust cleared, and I stood up, raising my arms to show my surroundings.

The ball hit my glove and floated in the air, but I grabbed it with my right hand and held on to it.

I literally grabbed the winning ball with my own hands and held it up high.

Out! Game set!

The referee declared as he recognized my catch, and the cheers from our class poured down on the ground as the game was reversed.

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