CH 77.3

For the following week, I had leather workers make gloves and balls, woodcarvers make bats, and the civil engineering department cleared the site where the theater was to be built.

Of course, baseball is an eighteen-man sport so I selected team members.

I asked the mainstay adventurers such as fishkin Roast, scalekin, Mince, sheepkin Mamu, and others to practice with overtime pay.

Pickles the centaur and Vongo the birdkin also wanted to join but I didn’t include them because I thought they would cause too many problems.

Vongo would have a hard time communicating without Pickles and if Pickles were up to bat, the strike zone would be too high for the catcher to catch.

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So, today, we were playing baseball on the field that had been built with a group of people who knew each other well.

For some reason, a group of bored slaves had gathered around the field with drinks to watch the game.

Before we knew it, it had turned into a festival but that’s not a problem.

「One more pitch!」

Laura-san, who had just hit a home run, tilts her head and urges me to pitch.

It’s okay, it’s still only a practice.

I grabbed the ball back from the outfield and threw it with more force this time.

I’ve hit 95 kilometers per hour so you could call this a service pitch.

「Oh」

Bang!

The bat that she swung lightly with a carefree voice caught the ball beautifully and went easily over my head again.

Haha, ha…..well, Laura-san is a former military man so she’s like a pro.

「Alright, let’s begin the match!」

I stood on the pitcher’s mound while Laura-san stood on the batter’s box. I announced that and the peanut gallery around us applauded loudly.

「Shaaiiii!」

「Young master, let’s win today!」

「Ueiii! 」

The defenders in the back also responded with cheery shouts.

Alright, it’s a recreation game but still a game and we’re going to win today.

Laura-san, wearing her helmet and a serious look on her face, stares at my hand.

I stealthily change my grip, swing, and throw.

「Haa!」

The ball curved downward slightly in front of the batter’s box. Laura-san’s bat only grazed it. It landed in Isuka’s mitt in the end.

Hehehe, this is a competition.

「It curved!」

「There’s a technique like that!」

I grinned and threw a curveball.

The ball curved down to the left halfway in front of the batter’s box. It was hit hard with the bat so hard that it landed outside the home run fence.

The curve was so little that it’s no different from a straight……

「Whoahh!!」

「Madam! As expected!」

「That’s only one point? I think that should get at least a hundred point.」

While the outfielders were saying whatever they wanted to say, Laura-san moved to all bases and went home.

M-maa, Laura-san’s a no go.

The other eight are amateurs so they shouldn’t be able to hit, right?

『Number two, from the adventurers’ group, Mamu-kuUUnn!』

Mamu, a sheepkin, entered the batter box with the unique intonation I had taught the announcer.

As you can imagine, there’s no way I, who used basen* could lose to baseball amateurs.

TN: Baseball center

「Here it go!」

「Yeah!」

I and Isuka, the catcher, nodded to each other after I shouted and threw a killer slider.

The ball curved to the left in front of the batter but it was hit with a sharp sound and the ball disappeared far beyond the outfield.

Yeah……

I can’t……

「Pitcher change!」

「Eh!」

「But, you’re only pitching for the second? 」

「Please be more persistent!」

The slaves were saying things like that but there’s no way I can play this game.

All I have left is my breaking ball, a slow ball that makes the slow ball even slower and fireball that’s straight which will probably result in a home run.

「What do we do now? Only master and madam had practiced pitching!」

「But, didn’t you say “leave it all to me?”?」

「Eh? I did?」

「You said you’ll show us your seven colored magic ball!」