Ken felt his body grow even hotter as he felt the primal gaze from the teen in the batters box. There was something noble about a duel between pitcher and batter that could not be replicated anywhere else.
He knew that the guy in front of him had otherworldly talent, but talent was not enough to win games. Even with Ken's system, he still had to work his backside off in order to get better over time.
So while he was never born with great talent, in his mind the system made up for that difference.
Yuta called for a pitch inside, wanting to either force a jam or at least a foul. However Ken shook his head, he wanted to beat this genius in the most overwhelming fashion.
Right down the middle.
Ken felt his heart beat in anticipation as he gripped the ball in his glove close to his chest. In the next moment he brought his left knee up and stepped forward, shifting his weight with ease.
THUD
