Dejected, the teen headed back to the dugout, not making eye contact with Ken on the way past. Or at least, Ken didn't think he was, it was hard to tell with that fringe.
Ken stepped up to the batters box, feeling a whole bunch of eyes on him. In the next moment he felt the sounds in his surroundings disappear, causing a smile to tug on the corner of his lips.
His skill Crunch Time had activated, bringing his whole body into a focused state.
'Lucky me.'
The ball left the pitchers hand and flew towards him, seemingly in slow motion. Ken's heightened senses made it feel as if he had a complete grasp of everything within a 2 meter radius of himself.
He could feel where the catchers glove was, could see the trajectory of the ball and could even count how many times it spun through the air. Information continued to pour into Ken's brain as he calculated the most optimal timing to swing his bat.
DONG!!
Looks like Ken can't seem to throw the way he wants with the left arm. At least he's making up for it with his batting prowess.