Believing She Has Been Reincarnated into a Baseball Game, My Little Sister Is Aiming for the Koshien, While I Give It My All to Keep Her from Finding out That It’s Actually an Ntr Game - Chapter 35

“Training camp?”

A month had passed since our practice games during the Golden Week. During this time, all members of the Netora Academy Baseball Team continued with rigorous weight training, achieving significant muscle hypertrophy and strength gains. We were also on a winning streak in practice games. (By the way, I start games only at public stadiums with space behind the bench, while Nomo starts games held at our school grounds.)

Team spirit was soaring. Not just me and Nomo, but everyone was seriously starting to believe we could make it to Koshien. Yogi’s catcher’s mitt was still catching my fastballs with a good snap. Recently, he’d been proudly saying that his mitt had developed a nice texture and color due to daily care. I’m sure his dad would be smiling down from heaven.

During one such day in the training room, in the middle of a squat interval, an unusual topic was brought up.

“Well, I don’t think it’s a bad idea,” said the beautiful girl with flowing long black hair, the main heroine of this world, Sakura Miyakotona.

“No, I’ve said we’re not doing it this year. Training camps are just for a ‘sense of achievement’; they’re practically meaningless.”

“Is that so?”

“Yeah. Either way, we can’t keep up intense training for long hours. It’s best to push hard for a short time, head home quickly, and sleep as long as possible to be in the best shape for training the next day.”

I explained calmly, but my heart was pounding inside.

What’s with her…? Why bring up the idea of a training camp now that we’ve already avoided it? Could this be the true nature of an NTR main heroine? Is she determined to push for an NTR scenario?

“Okay, I understand.”

However, Sakura simply nodded.

“If Kyugo-kun says so, I believe it. I’ll let the student council know we’re declining. Oh, and I have something I want to discuss with you alone later, so please make some time.”

With that, she quickly went off to take pictures of other members’ forms.

“What was that all about…”

As she said, it seems there was a proposal from the student council. They suggested using the school’s dormitory for the baseball team during the month leading up to the summer qualifiers.

During Golden Week, another club had used it because the baseball team declined, and they really wanted someone to use it until mid-July since no other clubs would need it until summer break.

I don’t understand why they’d make such a proposal this year of all years, but well, it’s easy enough to decline. Instead of worrying about it, I should focus on doing more squats!

—

“Training camp?”

The next day, in the training room during an interval in military presses, another strange report came in.

“Yes, it seems to be decided. Nee-chan told me. The coach has also agreed.”

Nomo Makoto, the reliable second pitcher with silky bangs, said. Nee-chan… That sounds like a recipe for getting cuckolded…

Seriously, what’s going on? This is annoying.

“What? That old man is making decisions on his own? Is it finalized?”

“Yes, after our continuous victories in practice games, the school and the coach realize we really could make it to Koshien, so the school wants to back us up seriously. They’ve already reserved the dormitory until mid-July.”

“That’s too long…”

“Maybe we could just use it on weekends? Nee-chan and I will follow whatever decision the captain makes.”

“No, we don’t need it, not even for a day…”

“But everyone is really excited about it. Even I am.”

Seriously? While we were talking, the news seemed to spread, and the training room was starting to buzz—actually, everyone was getting excited. Right, these guys were really disappointed when I canceled the camp last time.

Why? What do these bundles of libido expect from a training camp… Wait, our female managers are just Riko, Maika, and Sakura, right? There’s no way I’d let Riko and Maika stay in the same building with these guys, right? To avoid NTR scenarios, Sakura won’t be staying either. So, no girls would be present… What are they even looking forward to? If they even think about Riko or Maika, I’ll kill them, seriously.

But, right. If the female managers aren’t participating, there’s no special problem, right? While I truly believe a training camp is pointless, if it raises their motivation, maybe I should just let them do it.

—

“Baby. Two more months till the baby.”

What is she talking about?

Friday, 8 PM.

After dropping off my family at home and about to head back, Maika clung to my back. “Get off, you beast,” I said, as Riko continued kicking at Maika’s ankles.

Thinking that this would be a routine every weekend evening gives me a headache!

I still had to go back to school for training. I need to make sure these overly eager teammates don’t overdo it, especially since the managers won’t be around to watch.

“But it turned out to be a good thing, didn’t it, Niisan? It’s become a meaningful training camp! Your foolish sister couldn’t stand those trash defenders causing you trouble!”

As Riko pointed out, it was true that this training camp allowed us to dedicate time to the defensive drills we had been neglecting.

We practiced defense on the field until dark, and only then did we start weight training—something that could only be done because of the camp.

However, I still see significant drawbacks.

The risk of overworking was real, and even if not, the fatigue from the defensive drills might reduce the quality of our most important weight training sessions. People like me, who can sleep immediately after training, might be okay, but there are many who get too wired to sleep, especially in an unfamiliar environment.

Honestly, to me, the student council members who forced this camp seem like nothing but busybodies… But well, I don’t want to dampen the spirits of the guys who are so hyped up, especially not when the lovely managers (plus the student council president who came to observe) made us such a great dinner.

So, with all that, I decided to cautiously accept this camp.

But true to her form, Maika, the competent manager, seemed opposed to the camp too.

“I don’t want to be away from Kyugo for even a night… We’ve been slowly making a baby over two months… Slowly getting pregnant…”

That’s not how new life is created. What does she mean, slowly getting pregnant?

“Can’t be helped. Endure it until the summer’s over. Anyway, it’s just for the weekends. On weekdays, we’ll be right here at home, the three of us, and I’ll be enjoying your cooking.”

I said as I patted their heads, trying to separate the two. Not gently, really—I had to use quite a bit of force.

“I’m off then, you two get along.”

“Wait, Kyugo. You forgot something.”

As I turned around to her suddenly calm voice—a warm sensation touched my lips. The 62nd. Maika leapt up to kiss me goodbye, the 63rd. Sneak attacks are unfair. I might fall for you again, the 64th.

“Aaaaaah my brain is breaking!!!” Riko screamed.

Sorry, really sorry. I’ll refrain from such displays in front of Riko from now on.

After the 67th kiss, Maika, with teary eyes, looked at me.

“I’m the one who supports Kyugo the most. We’ll realize the dream of Koshien together. Right, Kyugo?”

She declared forcefully, as if retaliating for something recently.

I just smiled quietly, patted their heads one last time, and finally stepped out the door.

Honestly, I couldn’t say anything but “Yes.” That’s why I couldn’t speak in front of Riko. In terms of dedication as a baseball player, no one surpasses Maika. I talk about taking Riko and Maika to Koshien, but in reality, it might be Maika taking me.

Well, anyway, nothing changes what I have to do. Now that the fear of an NTR setup is finally gone, I can focus solely on baseball. I’m going to train hard and throw a 160 km/h pitch!

Watch out, Maika, Riko! Wait for me, Koshien!

—

“Huh? What are you doing… Why are you still here…?”

A few minutes later, back in the training room, Yamatonadeshiko-san was timing Yogi’s bench press lift speed. She’s a diligent chief manager.

Not really.

“Hurry up and go home, Sakura-san. I’ve said female managers aren’t supposed to be here at night.”

“Oh, it’s fine. Last year, female managers participated too. It’s your choice not to let your beloved girlfriend or sister join, but you have no right to dictate what I do.”

Uh, what’s with that slightly prickly tone? I thought we were building a good relationship since last month’s victory. I thought she trusted me. Still, I couldn’t back down. It should be completely safe, but you never know.

“Even so, Sakura-san. If you do that, look, even Nomo might not feel too good about it, right?”

“…That’s why, about Makoto…”

Sakura mumbled something unclear as I glanced at Nomo, who continued doing pull-ups silently, his scapulae moving smoothly—excellent form, completely oblivious to our conversation.

Insensitive…! That’s why you get NTR’d, dammit.

“Come on, Yamada, Sakura, don’t be so cold.”

Amidst this, the person who stepped in between us was the Netora Academy Baseball Team’s cheerful third baseman, Kaneko Tetsuya. As always, he grinned annoyingly—not cute at all.

“Come on, Yamada. Let her stay, Sakura too.”

Kaneko lazily placed a hand on my shoulder.

“I mean, we all feel better having Sakura’s… uhuhu! She’s safe to fantasize about at night, right? Uhuhu—!?”

My right straight buried into Kaneko’s stomach. If Maika had seen me using my dominant hand, she’d have been furious, but that doesn’t matter.

Kaneko crumpled to the floor groaning, Sakura covered her mouth in shock, and the training room fell silent. Nomo continued his pull-ups. What’s with this guy?

Looking down at Kaneko, who seemed to be begging for his life, I spoke with a stern, yet calm and significant tone, making sure not just Kaneko, but all the team members could hear.

“Listen up. I will not tolerate any harassment towards Sakura-san, under any circumstances. Severe punishments will be enforced, up to and including expulsion from the team. Understand?”

A chorus of shaky responses echoed back, the room tense with anxiety. Nomo continued his pull-ups.

I don’t care about arguments against physical discipline. I will overlook countless baseball mistakes, but I will never ignore unethical behavior. It’s not just me venting frustrations from Kaneko’s poor play in practice games. It’s not personal. It’s education. Above all, I cannot overlook a scenario where someone other than Nomo might make a move on Sakura. I will not tolerate any sexual harassment towards Sakura.

“Kyugo-kun… thank you.”

“No need for thanks. It’s only right. Look, Sakura. You were about to just laugh off what Kaneko said, right? That’s not okay. It’s hard to speak up against these muscleheads, but from now on, in the team or outside, if you experience any harassment, report it to me immediately. I’ll come running to throw a punch.”

Sakura blushed and nodded. “Yes…”

Alright, that should restore her trust in me. Problem solved—or so a dull and optimistic guy would think. I’m not that kind of man. After quitting baseball, I spent two years devouring eroge and gal games. I’m a romance master, an advanced player in love comedies.

I fully understand that there might now be a flag between Sakura and me. She’s blushing, after all.

Yeah.

I messed up. Really, what am I doing? Am I an idiot?

Wait, hold on. That wasn’t my fault, right? I did everything I could to avoid an NTR scenario with Sakura. And yet, she’s just too easy. With her enthusiastic participation in the camp, she’s practically asking for it!

…Well, okay. Let’s stay calm. No need to panic. It was just a little blush. If I do nothing, nothing will happen. If I act like a dense protagonist, it’ll all be over.

With a cough to signal the end of this discussion, I announced.

“Alright, let’s resume training. Nomo, you take Sakura home. She’s your precious childhood friend, right?”

Perfect. The perfect dense protagonist.

“Eh? No, I still have more pull-ups to do.”

What kind of dense protagonist keeps doing weighted pull-ups?

“Enough with the pull-ups. How many sets have you done? That’s enough.”

“But I still have to do reverse grip pull-ups.”

What kind of love comedy protagonist changes grips and hand widths to target different parts of the latissimus dorsi? That’s why you get NTR’d in every possible way.

“It can’t be helped, Kyugo-kun. Makoto has always been like this. When it comes to baseball, he just doesn’t see me.”

Sakura smiled sweetly, yet there was a hint of sadness as her cheeks bloomed.

“If you insist, maybe you could escort me home, Kyugo-kun. You said you wanted to talk, didn’t you?”

That upward glance she gave me.

Ah, it’s a bit cute. About one five-hundred-millionth as cute as Maika.