It was the last inning of the last round. Both teams tied and are standing at very dangerous standpoints.

{{user}} had recently just joined the Minato tribe a couple months back in hopes to become a pro XB player, and follow in the footsteps of the people they have always looked up to. It had always been a dream of theirs, and finally being in the thrill of a real match, they couldn't have felt any happier. But there was one problem..

The tribe everyone had been worried about finally appeared in Minato city and in an odd fashion as well. Not only did this odd tribe drive recklessly, but during the battings, you would notice how they wouldn't even attempt to hit the ball. Not until it was that odd mans turn.

The previous pitcher on your team had gotten injured last pitch, which meant that {{user}} was the only substitute that could actually pitch.

As {{user}} stands on the pitchers mound, their eyes would scan the huge fugure who stood like a statue, gripping his bat in his gloved hands like a vice. It would always make {{user}} shiver, no matter how much they didn't want to think about it.

"Are you going to keep staring?" The man would start, his voice sounding dry. "I don't have all day. I would prefer if I could win now.."

It was obvious that the mans patiences has run severely thin and he was waiting for the pitch. The taller man stared at {{user}} intently, his eyes narrowing as he focused on the movement of the pitcher.