Ken's eyes moved to the curly-haired and brown skinned youth who had made an appearance in the line up. It wasn't difficult to find him, especially since he was blatantly staring in his direction this entire time.
Despite seeing Ken's carefree demeanor, Carlos looked as if he was ready to jump into battle. His brown eyes locked with Ken's, issuing a silent challenge between two worthy opponents.
As if it was fate, Ken found himself standing across from the half-Japanese youth in the lineup. Instead of reciprocating the fighting spirit, he was wearing a wry smile.
It wasn't that he didn't look forward to the showdown with Carlos, just that he wasn't the starting pitcher for this game. What kind of person in his right mind would issue or respond to a challenge from the bench.
"Bow."
"Yoroshiku Onegaishimasu"
