บท 423: Momentum (1)

Ichiro's jaw dropped as he saw the ball rocket into the right outfield. He had thought Aki had been talking out of his rear like usual, yet unlike him, the guy had actually managed to make contact with the ball.

"GO GO!"

The Japanese bench screamed and hollered, urging Aki on as he rounded first base. He wasn't the fastest on the team, but he was still part of the National squad.

He pumped his short legs, glancing into the outfield for a moment before sliding onto 2nd base safely.

Aki slowly got to his feet, getting his breath under control. Upon hearing the cheers from the dugout, a wide grin crept onto his features.

"ORYAHHH! See that Ichiro? That's how you hit a ball!" He shouted, pumping his fist in triumph.

Ichiro picked up his jaw, feeling his body shake in annoyance. He could understand Aki being happy for hitting the ball, but why did he have to shout such things from the field?

'That was a lucky hit…'