Coach Hanada had already asked a few of the locals on their way out of the arena for some Ramen recommendations since he hadn't expected Ken to actually succeed.
Not only did he keep Tatsuo off base, he prevented anyone from getting a single hit.
After saying a silent prayer to his bank account, he led the group of hungry teenagers from the arena to the closest Ramen joint. Thankfully it was only 450 meters down the road.
"Did you see my big homer? It was like DOKANG!"
Makoto's loud voice broke through the sound of traffic as he placed his large muscular arm around Tatsuya's shoulder. There was a mocking look on his face as he waited for the teen's response.
"I-I guess it was alright." Tatsuya muttered under he breath.
He knew that he had this coming from the moment he'd seen the impressive hit on the field, and now was the time where he would receive his just desserts.