"Batting 5th, 2nd base, Ichiro."
The stoic and serious Ichiro stepped into the batters box, no hint of emotion on his features. He turned his gaze to Daichi on 3rd base briefly before turning his attention to Gustavo on the mound.
While it might not seem like it, Ichiro was evaluating his options. He wasn't fast like Riku or Masayuki so a squeeze was likely out of the equation.
Since there was no outs, there was another way to secure an easy run.
Cuba seemed to have come to the same conclusion as the outfielders slowly made their way closer to the infield.
'I won't make it easy for you.' Gustavo said in his heart as he wound up for the pitch.
Ichiro kept his stance as he coldly surveyed the pitch.
WHOOOSH
DONG
The ball soared high into the center outfield, much higher than anything that had been hit today. It slowly floated in the air, giving the fielder plenty of time to get under the ball.
