WHOOOOSH
THWACK!
“ORYAHHHH!”
Ken jumped to his feet, unconsciously screaming out an old catch phrase that his forr captain used to shout all the ti. He had been so wound up that he didn’t even notice his outburst until after the fact.
Following his shout, the rest of the bench whooped and cheered as the ball made its way into the outfield. It didn’t take long for it to reach the back fence, clearing it by at least 15 feet.
With the ho run now secured, Max couldn’t hide his grin as he ran around the bases. He pumped his fist, the adulation evident in his figure.
“Damn, he smacked that thing…” Steve said, giving a whistle of approval. But he turned to Ken in the next mont with a weird look, “What the hell did you shout out just then?”
Ken shrugged, “Just a war cry.”
Steve blinked a few tis, suddenly imagining a bunch of Samurai Warriors wielding their Katana’s and screaming the phrase “ORYAHHH” before running into battle.
“Mmm, truly terrifying.” He mumbled, scratching his chin.
Unaware of his friend’s weird fantasy, Ken grinned as Max made his way back to the bench. Though it was only the first step towards his goal, the ho run would leave a lasting impression on the scouts.
His teammates were ecstatic as Max returned, dishing out high fives like they were on sale. Ken let them go first, sitting back and watching with a smile.
Many of the players in the team had played with Max for many years now, so he didn’t want to get in the middle of their celebration. But when he moved past them, Ken stuck out his fist.
“Just a few more of those and you won’t have to worry about not receiving any offers.” He said, flashing him a grin.
“Heh, no problem.” Max replied, completing the fist bump.
With Max’s ho run, the Gladiators were now ahead by 4 runs in the bottom of the first. To no ones surprise, the ga quickly beca a rout.
The pitcher who was a good prospect, crumbled under the pressure from the batting line up. It was rather sad to see, but he was taken off in the 2nd inning after giving up even more runs.
Eventually, the ga was brought to a close in the bottom of the 4th inning with a score of 11-1.
Happy that the ga ca to a close early, Ken stretched his muscles and let out a satisfied sigh. Even though he was walked in his 2nd at-bat, Dion had sent him and Max ho with a stellar ho run.
‘Now I can finally start pitching.’ Ken mused inwardly, his gaze falling upon the mustachioed coach.
As if feeling soone looking at him, Coach Wyatt froze and slowly turned around. He saw Ken smiling weirdly at him, causing a sense of unease to creep up into his psyche.
Ken approached, the odd smile still gracing his lips, “I’m pitching next ga right?” He asked sweetly.
“Y—Yes. Of course…” The coach said, placing his hand on the guy’s shoulder. It felt a little weird to do so since Ken was around half a head taller than him.
“Okay great. For a mont there I thought you were going to exile into the outfield again next ga. Haha…” Ken’s laugh was haunting, causing a shiver to run up the coach’s back.
“Ha-Haha, don’t be ridiculous.” Coach Wyatt replied, trying to smile back. However, a cold sweat began to form on his back.
After seeing Ken walk away, the coach let out a sigh of relief. He had been considering putting Ken into the outfield next ga and saving him for the tougher matches, but thankfully he hadn’t announced it.
‘I guess I can always switch him to outfield mid-ga if needed.’ He thought, however just imagining Ken’s expression made him feel goosebumps.
Coach Wyatt quickly shook his head, discarding the idea. It was better off if he just let Ken play the entire ga, then he wouldn’t have to deal with any annoyed scouts that might annoy him after the fact.
“Alright guys, pack your things up, we’re going to go look at our potential opponents.” He said, hurrying the players off the field.
Thanks to the ga finishing in the 4th inning, they had plenty of ti till their next match. This also ant that they would be able to go watch the ga which would decide their next opponent.
Everyone left the field after about 5 minutes, following the coach along the pathway and over to field number 2.
Ken moved his eyes to the scoreboard and felt a little odd. The two teams playing were the Ho Plate Chili Dogs and SBA Bolts National, such odd nas for a baseball team.
However, he soon moved past it. The Chili Dogs were ahead by 1 run in the bottom of the 5th, which ant the ga would likely go the full 9 innings, not that he was too eager to begin right away.
Ken got settled in, taking a seat on the grass as he watched the ga casually.
“So we’re facing the winner of these guys?” Steve asked, plopping himself down next to Ken.
“Apparently.”
“So? What do you think?”
Ken turned his gaze to Steve, an incredulous expression painted on his features. “I’ve been here for 30 seconds, what do you expect to say?”
“Mmm, you’re right. But I think Chili Dogs are going to win.” He said confidently, turning his attention back to the ga seriously.
‘Hmm? Does he know sothing that I don’t?’ Ken thought, looking at his friend curiously.
“Care to elaborate?” He asked.
“Well, Chili Dogs are delicious. Any team who is nad after sothing so good can’t be bad right?”
Ken felt his eye twitch after hearing the absurd reasoning, resisting the urge to deliver a gut punch to the guy beside him. Only soone stupid would base their decision off of sothing like the na of the team.
“Haaahh. Sotis I worry about you man…”
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