"Smack---!!!"
After struggling to hold their own half of the inning, Kenshu Yasuda returned to the player's bench, feeling an inexplicable surge of anger in his heart. This fire grew larger and larger until it completely burned away his reason.
"What the hell are we even playing here?!!!"
Kenshu Yasuda threw his glove to the ground with force, then roared angrily in the direction of his teammates:
"If this is truly our ability, we might as well just forfeit the game now, go home, and never touch baseball again!!!"
"If we were utterly crushed by the opposing pitcher, fine—But we clearly have so many chances to hit, so why can't we make that critical hit when we could widen the lead?"
"If it were just one or two innings, we could blame it on a bad state or unfamiliarity with the opponent—but now we've played four innings, and are we still going to continue like this?!!"
