'Looks like we're not the only team that wants to hide their trump cards before nationals.' He mused.
Without their Ace and Carlos in the squad, Yokohama's victory was all but assured. While this would be good for morale, Ken had no interest in watching such a show.
He stood up slowly and began to stretch his arms and back, limbering up.
"Shiro let's go, it's time for our training."
A whimper came from beside him. It was so high pitched and full of despair that he wasn't even sure if this was a sound that humans were capable of making.
After a few moments without a proper answer, Ken had no choice but to lift the shorty by the jersey and carry him off.
'N-No please NO!'
Shiro screamed inwardly, however no words came out of his mouth.
By the time Hiroki walked up to bat, Ken and Shiro had already disappeared to the open space beside the field and began their training.
