Bab 200: Foreign Ritual (2)

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The sound of fabric ripping sounded throughout the bullpen, yet no one paid attention to it in that moment. They followed the ball which had been propelled forward with sheer force, spiraling through the air with ill intent.

PAH

"Mmm that's better." James called out, his face filled with glee. He was about to walk forward and compliment the young kid when he suddenly noticed his shirt hanging off of his body.

"Ah! What happened to your shirt?" He exclaimed in confusion.

It was torn in such a way that it looked like he'd been attacked by a wild animal.

Ai quickly covered her eyes with her hands, feeling her face redden. Yet her fingers parted imperceptibly in order to stare a little longer.

Ken felt the breeze tickle his skin as it made use of the large tears to gain entrance to his body. He looked at his mother who seemed to be annoyed that such a nice shirt was ruined.