The Blonde Saint Only Makes Strange Noises In Front Of Me, What Should I Do? - Episode 27: Light Pink Magic Ball (Part 2)
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Episode 27: Light Pink Magic Ball (Part 2)
“Sana, how did you just throw that?”
I went to the pitcher’s mound and asked Sana about her grip.
“How, you mean, the way Sakuma-kun taught me to throw?”
Like this, she said, showing me her grip on the ball. She had her index, middle, ring and thumb fingers all hanging on the seam.
I’m sure it’s a four-seam – a normal straight – grip.
This means that her arm swing and other movements are unique and moving. What the hell is wrong with this woman? She’s not even close to being athletic. It makes me angry. She’s a cheat.
“Just throw it again.””
“…? Okay?”
Sana tilted her head slightly, but without saying a word, I went straight back to the home base.
After confirming that we were ready, Sana took another swing and threw—
Hyu. Kyu. span.
This time, I couldn’t see the pink fabric, but it didn’t matter – my aim was right, and the ball came into my mitt like a sucker. The speed of the ball was about the same as before. And, as expected, it bent slightly in a different direction than before. It was a perfect spinning ball.
I see, this is the reason why I was making mistakes catching the ball earlier. I think she has a weird habit of swinging her arms, and that’s why she was unconsciously making changes every time.
“It’s so refreshing to throw with all my might! It’s fun to play catch!”
Apparently, she threw as hard as she could and still has good control. What the hell is this? I think she should be sold to the Japanese women’s baseball industry.
By the way, she’s not playing catch, she’s pitching. I wish I could borrow her catcher’s mitt. My hands hurt.
“Wow, Itsuki-san, you’re awesome! You’re on fire!”
As I was thinking to myself, Kazuharu started shouting something.
“Itsuki-san, that’s the game I mentioned earlier! One hit game!”
Then he suddenly offered Sana a match. He didn’t wait for her to reply, and stood at bat after holding a borrowed bat.
What is he talking about, this guy? What’s the point of doing that?
“Yes, fine! What if I lose?”
Why is it that Sana is also getting into it? It’s your first time pitching. Is it that much fun?
“If you lose, you’ll buy me a fancy parfait from Royal Most!”
“That’s sweet. It’s my first time here. ….Well, how about we buy Kaoru-kun and Sato-kun, some expensive parfaits as well?
“Gu… three high-class parfaits? No, that’s more thrilling and tense. Instead, I’ll let you go seriously!”
With a bang, he pointed the bat at Sana and declared war on her.
I’d like to say that you shouldn’t get so worked up over a girl, but Sana’s athletic ability is beyond that of most girls. She’s a girl, but it’s difficult to say whether she should be treated as a girl or not.
“Yes! Well, If I get hit, I’ll buy Sakuma-kun a parfait, okay?”
“That’s the deal. …It’s too late to cry, right?”
“You too. If you don’t have the money, I won’t lend it to you.”
The game is in such a heated mode that you can almost hear the sound of gogo gogo gogo in the background. And there’s even a bet going on. Was this the kind of game I was looking for?
“I’ll pick up the ball and be the umpire. If it’s a hit, it’s Kazuharu-kun’s win, right?”
Asuka asked as he walked to the umpire’s seat on the first base side. Sana, who didn’t really understand the rules, nodded her head happily.
Then, she suddenly realized. She probably enjoyed the feeling of playing like this more than winning or losing. That’s probably why Sana has had such a lonely student life.
By the way, it’s not just a game from Kazuharu”s point of view. The Royal Most expensive parfait costs 900 yen a piece, which is quite expensive. For three people, it would cost about 3,000 yen, including consumption tax. For him, it was a serious business.
Kazuharu struck out a few times and then stood in the batter’s box. Thus began the one-batter match between the novice moving bowler blonde-haired clunky saint and the handsome high-school boy (who has recently become a disappointment).