Chapter 703 - 703: Master? Shameless

Sawamura called Zhang Han from behind.

Seeing the sad look on his face, many of the other players felt a twinge of sympathy.

"Why don't we throw two more pitches? Three pitches is a bit too few, isn't it?"

Isashiki Jun suggested.

He spoke more harshly than anyone, but acted with extreme gentleness.

Zhang Han turned around and looked at Sawamura, who was pleading with him: "It looks like I won today's matchup!"

The expressions of the onlookers around them became more and more complex.

With such an obvious result, did Zhang Han really need to emphasize it so much?

It wasn't very magnanimous.

Sawamura's face was flushed, and perhaps due to too much blood rushing to his head, it even seemed a bit purple.

He nodded reluctantly.

"Think about why you lost. If you can figure out the reason, maybe tomorrow's matchup will be different. As things stand now, while I can't guarantee a Homerun on every pitch, I can hit any ball you throw into the strike zone out of the park. Continuing to hit like this is meaningless. It's not good for you, and it wastes my time."

After speaking, Zhang Han turned around gracefully and left the field.

Although he only hit three pitches and didn't expend much physical strength, Zhang Han had already completed all his practice earlier, and then spent more than two hours watching baseball in the afternoon.

While his body wasn't tired, his eyes were dry.

He wasn't willing to continue hitting.

Zhang Han left.

The remaining players immediately felt that it was pointless.

They had been so looking forward to it, but it ended so quickly.

Three pitches, three Homeruns.

It wasn't that it wasn't exciting; it just ended too fast, leaving them no time to react.

"Let's go, let's go. The main show is over, what are we, the spectators, still doing here?"

Kuramochi took the lead and stood up, heading out. The other players also followed him towards the cafeteria.

Kominato Ryosuke walked up to Yuuki, smiling as he asked: "If it had been you standing in the batter's box just now, could you have guaranteed to hit all three of those pitches out of the park?"

Miyuki looked at Kominato with surprise.

Shouldn't that have been his line? How could Kominato do that?

Yuuki Tetsuya stopped.

Several of the third-year regulars, including Miyuki, also stopped.

Everyone stared at Yuuki, waiting for him to speak.

"No!"

Yuuki didn't evade, but admitted it directly.

The teammates immediately felt their hearts clench tightly.

Even Yuuki couldn't do it?

That meant Sawamura's pitch was definitely not as weak as they thought.

In that situation, Zhang Han still hit three Homeruns.

His skill, wasn't it...?

"I can't guarantee a Homerun, but I can guarantee to hit those three pitches out."

Yuuki spoke again.

This statement was exactly the same as Zhang Han's earlier statement.

The teammates' previously serious expressions also relaxed.

"This is how our Seido captain should be."

"He's just a second-year junior; it's not his turn to be in charge yet."

"That's right..."

The third-year players all showed expressions of relief.

They were very satisfied with Yuuki's answer.

"As expected of the captain!"

Miyuki also nodded with satisfaction.

With such a captain in the baseball team, even if Zhang Han, who hit 38 Homeruns, were targeted in the future, they would have nothing to fear.

It wasn't that Miyuki liked to think negatively, but given the current situation of the Seido High School Baseball Team, the probability of Zhang Han being intentionally walked in the future was definitely going to rise sharply.

Except for those who were fearless and didn't know their place, or those like Narumiya Mei who were ambitious and wanted to challenge him, other pitchers, when the situation wasn't ideal, would absolutely not confront Zhang Han head-on.

In severe cases, they might even intentionally walk Zhang Han throughout the game.

After the Kanto Tournament, how would they continue scoring when Zhang Han was intentionally walked?

This was undoubtedly a problem that the Seido High School Baseball Team had to overcome in the coming period.

At this moment, for Captain Yuuki to step forward...

It was simply too important for the baseball team.

The dejected Sawamura even found the food he usually ate three bowls of unappetizing.

After the matchup ended, he dragged a tire and ran around the field repeatedly.

Eventually, he ran out of energy and collapsed completely on the ground.

Chris, his partner, was worried that he would get injured from his lack of restraint, so he stayed by his side.

"Master Chris, why do you think Zhang Han can hit my pitches out every time? Is it because my pitches simply have no power?"

The result of the afternoon's matchup was a huge blow to young Sawamura.

Although he was very unwilling, that result seemed to indicate that there was a problem with his pitch.

Chris wanted to comfort him, but he felt that no words of comfort would be effective at that moment.

Finally, after a moment of hesitation, Chris honestly said,

"I don't know either."

Hmm?

This answer was clearly unexpected by Sawamura; he looked up in surprise at Chris.

Chris shook his head again.

"I'm not joking. I'm not Zhang Han, and I don't know how he hit your pitches. From a catcher's perspective, your pitch certainly has many shortcomings, but it's also starting to show its unique characteristics. I believe it has power and shouldn't be hit out so easily."

"Then what should I do?"

Although Chris acknowledged his skill, it made Sawamura very happy.

But considering that he would be facing Zhang Han tomorrow, Sawamura still felt completely unsure.

No matter how strong his fighting spirit was, Sawamura understood one thing very clearly.

That was: no matter how hard he tried, it seemed very difficult to truly get Zhang Han out.

Even once was very difficult.

"If you truly want to improve further, then you might as well ask your opponent how he managed to hit the ball out."

Chris suggested.

Sawamura jumped up excitedly.

"That's right! I'll go ask Zhang Han now."

The guy rushed back to the dormitory in a hurry.

Miyuki, who had come along, watched Sawamura rush off and felt his head fill with questions.

"You're telling Sawamura to ask Zhang Han how to defeat him? Is something wrong with my ears, or is something wrong with your head, Senior?"

Miyuki always managed to infuriate people when he spoke.

Even if the other person was his respected Chris, it was no exception.

"It's not a solution to let him remain so dejected. It's better to just ask Zhang Han directly."

"While Zhang Han's personality is good, he's not a philanthropist. Why would he teach his opponent how to defeat himself?"

Miyuki couldn't understand.

Chris, however, seemed confident about this.

"It doesn't matter. If Zhang Han can teach, that's best. If he's unwilling, it can also boost Sawamura's fighting spirit. He's currently stuck in a rut and desperately needs something else to stimulate him. Whether it's guidance or provocation..."

After listening to Chris's explanation, Miyuki felt his hair stand on end.

As expected of the person known as Kanto's best catcher in middle school, his heart was quite dark.

It seemed that no matter how Zhang Han chose, this matter had no downsides for Chris.

"You really don't know why Zhang Han was able to hit the ball out three times in a row?"

Miyuki was an observer at the time, but even he, as an observer, had vaguely noticed some clues.

He had guessed some reasons why Zhang Han was able to hit the ball out cleanly.

Would such a shrewd Chris not know the reason?

"What reason could there be? Just a difference in skill. It's hard to make up for it with tactics alone."

Just as Miyuki thought, Chris had already seen the problem, but he didn't tell Sawamura, instead letting Sawamura find the answer himself.

Zhang Han's dormitory.

"Master Zhang Han!"

Seeing Sawamura enter, Zhang Han was very surprised.

Their relationship used to be good, but now they were direct practice opponents.

In Zhang Han's opinion, it would probably be difficult for them to get along harmoniously for a while.

He didn't expect this guy to actively seek him out on the very night the practice ended, less than four hours after it finished.

Even more unexpectedly, this guy called him "Master" the moment he opened his mouth.

Shameless.

Even if Zhang Han hadn't originally intended to tell him anything, he couldn't bring himself not to speak now.

He wasn't very emotionally intelligent and offended people everywhere. But when he truly asked for help, he made it impossible for others to refuse.

Zhang Han didn't know whether to say Sawamura had high emotional intelligence or was simply lucky.

"Don't call me 'Master' yet. First, tell me what's wrong."

Zhang Han quickly stopped him and said.

He stared intently at Sawamura, wanting to hear what Sawamura really wanted to do.

When Sawamura expressed his confusion, Zhang Han nodded.

"It's a good habit to ask when you don't understand. If only you could apply a bit of that habit to your studies, you wouldn't be at the bottom of your class."

"Senior~"

You don't hit someone's face or expose their shortcomings.

Zhang Han bringing up his studies at this moment was tantamount to slapping Sawamura's face.

His face was full of shame.

Zhang Han smiled and shook his head, deciding not to tease the little guy anymore.

"I thought Chris had already told you. Actually, it's very simple. The only reason I can consistently hit your pitches is because of your pitch speed! Your pitch speed is too slow."

Sawamura seemed to not understand.

Even though Zhang Han had explained it very clearly, he still didn't get it.

"Let me put it this way: your pitch speed is between 120 and 130, averaging around 125-126. Although your quirk ball changes and prevents batters from hitting the sweet spot, a pitch at this speed is simply too slow and lacks any late movement. Even if I can't fully grasp the changes, I can still rely on brute force to sweep the ball away. In this situation, I only need to aim for the general direction, and I can basically hit it every time. So, your pitch cannot get me out. At least not at this stage!"

"Then what should I do?"

Zhang Han had already explained it so clearly, but this simpleton still looked completely bewildered.

"It's very simple: to improve your current pitch, you can only work on two aspects. One is pitch speed; as long as you can raise your pitch speed by one level, your entire pitch's quality will undergo a complete transformation. The second is the change in your quirk ball. The current change is too small; if the batter's swing speed is fast enough and powerful enough, they can completely sweep the ball away with brute force. But if your quirk ball's change can go up another level, making the baseball change more drastically, then even if your current pitch speed cannot improve, it can still make your pitch more powerful."

Zhang Han explained with a smile.

People who are eager to learn always easily gain favor. Even this simpleton Sawamura, Zhang Han now found him much more pleasing to the eye.

However, this good impression only lasted for a few seconds. With one sentence from Sawamura, Zhang Han's good impression of him instantly vanished completely.

"Then how fast do I need to increase my pitch speed to get you out on the field?"

Zhang Han immediately felt his composure break.

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