[ With how he's been told there weren't a lot of sports people in this place, Kuramochi seriously wasn't expecting such a nice cutter being thrown his way. With a speed like that, as well. Yeah, sure, his underclassman Furuya back in his home world may have thrown something just as fast since speed was always his selling point for being the Ace of the team, but control was always something Furuya needed to work on.
So as the ball flies by to hit the net, Kuramochi's just struck with awe for a moment before darting his eyes over to the mound. ]
......Dude, what the hell! [ He's yelling and he might look angry with how intimidating his face might look, but it's the surprise doing the talking, really. ]
Did you just aim for that?!
[ There's a part of him wondering if there's even any point to ask that question, since any baseball fan knowing how pitches work could tell it's deliberate... But at least he could get a verbal confirmation this way. ]
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So as the ball flies by to hit the net, Kuramochi's just struck with awe for a moment before darting his eyes over to the mound. ]
......Dude, what the hell! [ He's yelling and he might look angry with how intimidating his face might look, but it's the surprise doing the talking, really. ]
Did you just aim for that?!
[ There's a part of him wondering if there's even any point to ask that question, since any baseball fan knowing how pitches work could tell it's deliberate... But at least he could get a verbal confirmation this way. ]