Sam sucked in a cold breath of air after experiencing the fastball firsthand. It wasn't just the intense speed, the ball felt alive as it flew through the air like a dragon riding upon the clouds.
Yet instead of being intimidated, a dumb grin appeared on his face.
"I wanna hit it…" He muttered.
There was nothing that got Sam more excited than smashing a tough ball into the stands. The harder the ball was to hit, the more he obsessed about wanting to hit it.
His imposing figure seemed to grow larger as he glared with excitement towards Ken on the mound. Sam's blue eyes seemingly shined, reflecting the afternoon sun brightly from the batters box.
Both Daichi and Ken felt a shift in the atmosphere, giving them a sense of foreboding.
If Sam wasn't intimidating before, he sure was now.
