Editing Rapid Fire King:Volume1 Chapter 3 (section)

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It was Sunday and Takamura was playing an intrasquad practice game on the secondary sports ground next to the school.

It was 11 AM and his team was at bat for the bottom of the fifth.

This practice game was part of a round-robin tournament structure. The practice game from the other day had ended quickly since it was only the regular members playing, but with the freshmen included in this tournament, it was likely going to take up the afternoon as well.

There was no roof over the bench he sat on. The shade of a nearby tree kept the sun off for now, but that would change come afternoon.

They had divided into three teams for the round-robin tournament. He was on Team B and they had won against Team C 6-to-2

They had Naka, their ace, on Team B, so they had an easy time scoring on the aceless Teams A and C.

However, they were currently losing to Team A 1-to-0.

…''This isn’t working.

Their defense still was not working together well. The three outfielders on his team were freshmen. They had yet to figure out the whole teamwork thing, so they would often stare at each other while no one actually went to catch the ball.

So when the pitcher threw the ball so it would be hit but easily caught, they failed if it flew all the way to the outfield.

They had only managed to end the top of the fifth when Takamura forced himself to catch a line drive flying above his head.

“Ahh,” he groaned on the bench.

Then he realized that might sound like he was complaining about the freshmen, so…

“I’m so hungry.”

He tried to lie his way out of it and crossed his arms.

He was the eighth batter. The freshmen were all ahead of him. The current batter was the fifth, so there were still three ahead of him.

They only had one out, but he doubted he would get to bat this inning. The pitcher was a second year, so he was certain they would have three outs before the three freshmen batters ahead of him were done.

But he was not all that confident in his own ability to bat, so he was in no position to complain.

Also, he knew he was having trouble focusing today.

Something was bothering him.

And that was around 50% of the reason he was crossing his arms in thought.

He was worrying over something and even he could tell how seriously he was taking these worries.

Plus, this was something he could not tell anyone else about. If he did, they were bound to laugh.

His problem was not related to baseball.

Nor was it related to his love life or even school.

It was about a game, but not a baseball game.

It was about a video game.

He was worried about the bullets fired by the enemy ships in the shoot ‘em up game he had been playing.