Playing during the day had a different vibe to playing at night. Ken preferred the day since it reminded him of back home, playing in the sweltering sun during Summer Koshien.
Of course he was just happy to play, especially if he was on the mound like right now.
'The view from up here is always the best.' He commented inwardly, staring down the lane at his first victim. Ken could see Steve behind the plate, looking as he always did with his glove raised, ready for his pitch.
Not wanting to waste anymore time, Ken began his windup. Every move was meticulous and full of power, yet it flowed naturally through his muscle memory.
With a large stride forward, his fastball roared through the air towards the strike zone, spinning like crazy.
WHOOOSH
PAH!
The sound of the ball striking the glove was like a thunderclap, heard from everywhere in the 1500 strong crowd. All murmurs ceased as everyone glanced up towards the scoreboard to check the speed.
"101mph!? Holy crap."
