Another ball start.
Miyuki actually couldn't understand the meaning of this thing's existence, and just wanted to end it quickly so that the game could start.
He squatted down and straightened his posture, placing his gloves casually, ready to stand up and catch the ball at any time.
——After all, the artist's pitch last time was about ten strike zones away from the strike zone.
However, a powerful straight ball went into his glove.
"Nice ball."
He heard his own subconscious voice.
[Instructions for consumption]
1. I love the role
2. After the timeline reaches adulthood, there are many private settings
Intention: It's a dream I had when I was young
