Chapter 563

With Natsume Chikage’s failing grades, he simply isn't worthy!

At the very least, someone like Vice President Hanyu would be about right!

Hanyu Masaki witnessed the end of this duel and was silent for a moment.

His slender fingers slowly straightened his glasses, and complex wrinkles gathered between his brows.

He completely did not expect that the final result would be Natsume Chikage winning completely with such an absolute posture.

Eight pitches, eight fastballs.

No breaking balls, no tactical deception.

Purely relying on the crushing of physical function to completely shut out the school baseball club’s ace hitter.

This Natsume Chikage... actually achieved this point under the premise of almost no systematic training.

His physical fitness is probably an extraordinary existence; he’s afraid he has natural divine strength.

Otherwise, it is absolutely impossible to crush technology purely relying on talent in this overbearing way of "great power creates miracles."

Hanyu Masaki sighed secretly in his heart.

Possessing such excellent athletic talent, yet never joining any club, never revealing his edge.

This person Natsume Chikage... is really hard to see through.

At this moment.

Natsume Chikage confirmed that the outcome of the match was settled and swept his eyes over the layers of onlookers around him.

The unfamiliar or familiar faces under the sun were full of shock, fanaticism, and incredulity.

He was not used to being the focus of such attention.

So he turned and walked toward the position where Konoe Hitomi and Hanyu Masaki were.

"The outcome is decided."

"Regarding Shinohara Shingo, as well as the baseball club members who went to the student council to provoke earlier... I will leave the follow-up to Hitomi and the Vice President."

Konoe Hitomi nodded slightly.

"Rest assured."

Her voice was as calm as ever, without any emotional fluctuation.

"You and the people around you will not see them again in the future."

Natsume Chikage heard this and always felt there was some subtle meaning in these words, but he couldn't put his finger on it.

He paused, then nodded.

"Yeah."

Hanyu Masaki was silent for a few seconds on the side, his gaze lingering on Natsume Chikage’s calm face for a long time.

"To be honest—"

"I didn't expect your strength in baseball to be so solid."

"But regardless, congratulations on your victory."

Natsume Chikage met his gaze and nodded slightly.

"Thank you."

Shinohara Shingo was still kneeling in the dirt of the batter’s box.

He seemed to have lost the strength to stand up.

He lost.

Lost completely, without any power to fight back.

He lowered his head, staring fixedly at the small patch of dirt on the ground soaked by his own sweat.

Impossible... how is this possible...

He roared repeatedly in his heart, but his throat couldn't make any sound.

Unless it was a prodigy descending to the world.

Otherwise, how could someone reach this professional-level pitching standard in just two days?

But he also understood.

Whether Natsume Chikage was a true genius or had hidden his strength in the past—

The result would not change at all.

Lost... is lost.

According to the bet, he and the other few members who participated in the provocation must immediately apply for expulsion.

Not only that, they would also be prohibited from continuing to engage in their beloved baseball sport.

Even... not allowed to approach Natsume Chikage and those around him in any form.

Among which what pained him most was never being able to see Yukimura Suzune again.

The girl he had secretly looked up to since junior high school and carefully hidden in the bottom of his heart.

But what made him even more unable to bear was another thing—

His professional baseball path.

That path he had firmly believed in since elementary school, leading straight to a glorious future—

At this moment, was cut off by his own hands.

Damn it...

Damn it, ahhhhh!!!

He clenched his fists suddenly and smashed them into the dirt beside him.

His nails sank into the wet, soft soil, embedded with gravel, but he didn't feel the pain at all.

He should have been a star player shining on the professional field.

Should have been receiving cheers from thousands on the pitcher’s mound at Koshien.

Should have...

Tears gushed out of his eyes uncontrollably, mixed with the sweat on his forehead, and dripped into the dust.

But... no one cared about him.

Those few baseball club members who looked like lackeys earlier couldn't care about comforting him at this moment.

Their faces were pale, pointing at each other’s noses, arguing emotionally.

"It’s all you! At the beginning, you were the one who insisted on dragging us to the student council to provoke!"

"Fart! It was clearly Shinohara Shingo who instigated us, and now you’re blaming me?!"

"It’s over, it’s all over... expulsion, and banned from competition... what will I do in the future!"

"If I had known this, even if I died, I wouldn't have gotten involved in this damn thing!"

Shinohara Shingo listened to the mutual accusations and shirking of responsibility of his former "partners," and the indignation in his heart almost exploded his chest.

He turned his head sharply, his eyes red, and cursed back hoarsely.

"Shut up!! What qualifications do you have to blame me?! Didn't you all clap and cheer at the time, thinking victory was certain?!"

The few people instantly tangled together, but were separated by the student council members who quickly stepped forward.

Hanyu Masaki paced in front of them, looking down at this group of miserable losers.

There was no mockery in his eyes, nor was there any sympathy.

Only a kind of calmness that things had reached this point.

"According to the bet, you have lost."

His voice was steady, but carried an irresistible weight.

"Please submit your expulsion applications yourself within today."

"Of course, you can also choose not to write them."

He turned sideways, his gaze sweeping over the few men in black standing quietly behind him.

"But the consequences—I think you understand."

Shinohara Shingo and his group completely lost their last trace of will to resist the moment they saw those men in black.

They went limp on the spot, as if all their strength had been drained.

The Mido family... that was an existence they absolutely could not defy.