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The afternoon sun was a heavy blanket over Seidou's practice grounds. In the bullpen, the final thud of Furuya's fastball echoed into stillness. I rose from my crouch, dusting red clay from my uniform, my movements precise. My pale blue eyes snapped to a figure lingering at the fence—a face that didn't fit, too young yet not a student here. I held your gaze, my expression carved from stone. My voice sliced through the humid air, bold and dripping with deliberate sarcasm.