Diamond Ace's Passionate Swing

Canteen.

Everyone sat together to prepare for their meal.

Lin Xiao looked at the huge lump of rice in front of him and couldn't help but feel ashamed.

The food in front of Sawamura, Furuya, and Kominato across from them was even more extravagant.

"You need to eat at least three bowls of rice, you hear me?" Kanemaru said seriously.

"The senior students said that if we dared to leave any food uneaten, we should report it to them."

These serious words instantly enveloped the three of them in a tense atmosphere.

They could only chew the rice with great effort, each bite an incredibly difficult experience.

I'm so tired that I have no appetite.

"Here, take these and eat them." Kanemaru took out a plate of fruit and said to Sawamura with a smile, "Congratulations on making it into the first team."

"Are you doing this on purpose?" Sawamura looked at Kanemaru with a resentful gaze, knowing that Kanemaru was definitely teasing him.

"You still have a lot of energy, Sawamura." Izashiki turned to look at Sawamura and said half-jokingly, "You seem to have much more energy than Lin Xiao."

"Should I give you some extra practice this afternoon?"

"No... I'm almost done for."

"I'm not that monster Lin Xiao," Sawamura quickly explained, his face full of fear.

He was really afraid that the training volume would be increased in the afternoon.

The intensity of the training that day left the team members exhausted, especially Sawamura.

When class started, he was so sleepy that his head was nodding off, and he fell asleep in no time.

"Sawamura-kun, wake up! Kanemaru said if you keep sleeping, he'll report you to the coach."

With Kanemaru's surveillance on top of him, Sawamura is definitely in a terrible predicament.

Training starts at 4 PM.

Lin Xiao is practicing in the outfield.

He stood 100 meters away from home plate, gripping the baseball tightly in his hand, his body slightly leaning forward, like a cheetah poised to pounce.

Suddenly, he darted out in one stride, swinging his arm forcefully at the same time.

The ball hurtled toward home plate like a cannonball.

"boom!"

The ball, carrying immense force, slammed into the receiver's glove.

With a "snap," the receiver's glove was almost blown off by the ball.

The receiver couldn't help but exclaim, "Ah!"

Shirasu and Sakai stood to the side, witnessing this scene, their faces showing amazement.

They were amazed by the speed at which Lin Xiao passed the ball back; the speed was astonishing.

"Hey, Shirasu, Sakai," Isashiki teased the two, "I think Lin Xiao is pretty good in the outfield too."

Upon hearing this, a resolute glint flashed in the eyes of Shirasu and Sakai, and they said in unison, "We will absolutely not give up our starting positions."

"I won't lose."

Their tone was full of fighting spirit, clearly aroused by Lin Xiao's performance.

As Izashiki looked at them, he thought to himself that he wasn't worried that Lin Xiao would take his place as outfielder.

After all, his offensive and defensive capabilities are stronger than both of theirs.

The ones who truly feel a sense of crisis are Shirasu and Sakai.

Chris, observing from the sidelines, commented, "Lin Xiao's ball control is even better than when he first arrived."

"The outfield defense is getting better and better."

"Compared to him, Sawamura, you..."

"Boom!" Lin Xiao finished his training, and it was Furuya's turn to go on stage.

Furuya stood at the pitcher's position, took a deep breath, and then threw the ball with all his might.

"call out!!!"

The ball flew into the glove at an extremely fast speed, no less than Lin Xiao's speed.

Suddenly, Shirasu and Sakata were under even more pressure.

The presence of Lin Xiao, a powerful pitcher, had already put them under considerable pressure, and now they had added Furuya, a player who excels in both hitting and defense.

A player with good hitting ability and fast ball speed can pass the ball back even if it is not passed immediately.

With that amazing ball speed, they were able to catch up.

"Damn it!"

"These two first-year students are complete freaks," Shirasu and Sakai couldn't help but complain.

Despite their complaints, they understood that only by training harder could they keep up with the competition.

Nobody wants to lose their starting position at this point.

"Furuya is also performing exceptionally well now," Chris commented objectively.

Then he turned to look at Sawamura.

"Sawamura, I think you shouldn't go practice catching in the outfield."

Hearing his most respected senior, Chris, say these words, Sawamura couldn't help but feel a little ashamed.

He reflected on his behavior over the past few days and realized it was indeed very embarrassing.

Compared to Lin Xiao and Furuya, the gap between them was simply too great.

"Well, I guess I'll let you try throwing the ball," Chris said, pushing out a standing net.

"What?!"

"Pitch!" Murakami was overjoyed.

I thought I was going to have to do boring outfield practice again, but I didn't expect to have the opportunity to pitch.

"No matter what ball you throw, he'll catch it." Chris pointed to the net.

"He's the best player on the team! Shoot as many as you want."

"A net?!" Sawamura stared blankly at the net.

"Chris... Senior Chris," Sawamura asked cautiously, "Weren't you supposed to help me stake out the place?"

"Don't be so naive," Chris said mercilessly. "If you want someone to catch the ball for you, go ask Miyuki or Miyauchi."

"What happened to the friendship we built up?!" Sawamura said, sounding somewhat aggrieved.

But Chris ignored Sawamura's little tantrum and continued, "Practicing a fixed pitching form still requires getting a feel for the ball."

Sawamura looked at the several boxes of baseballs laid out in front of him, a little uneasy: "Do I have to...?"

"It's okay if it's close," Chris said. "Just shoot each ball carefully."

"Never forget the feeling of that shot you made back then."

Upon hearing this, Sawamura's memory instantly returned to his pitching match against Kuroshikan. That pitch was perfect; he still remembered the feeling.

"You need to make sure your whole body remembers the pitching form," Chris said sternly. "Did you hear me?"

"Chris-senpai." Sawamura nodded seriously, determined to cherish this opportunity and practice his pitching diligently.

......

The third day of training.

The intense daily training left the team members exhausted. Running bases, catching the ball, batting, and running constantly drained their energy.

Kominato, a first-year student, was no exception; he was already exhausted.

What is usually a very easy ball-catching drill turned out to be unusually difficult for Kominato today.

With every step he took, every movement brought on aches and pains in his muscles. He couldn't catch the ball at all; his body seemed to have lost its ability to obey him.

The assistant coach, seeing Kominato's state at home plate, tried to provoke him with words: "What's wrong?"

"It's already failing so quickly?"

"The real training has only just begun."

Kominato wanted to move, but her body wouldn't obey: "I... can't move my legs."

At that moment, Kominato Ryosuke walked up to his younger brother, Kominato Haruichi.

Seeing how tired he looked, she said, "If you're too tired, go and rest."

"There are so many people who want to replace you that they could form a long line."

Upon hearing this, Kominato Haruichi was startled, and a look of shock appeared on his face.

He let out a long sigh, then forced himself to stand up and said firmly, "I can do it, continue."

"Again."

Looking at his younger brother's determined eyes, Ryosuke Kominato felt a little gratified, but still said with a straight face, "Then don't look tired, you idiot."

"Okay." Kominato Haruichi nodded, then went back to training.

During this arduous training camp, every team member is constantly pushing their limits.