WHOOOOSH
DOOONG
This time, Jorge held nothing back as he smacked the leather off the two-seam fastball which broke inside. The ball soared into the air, its destination already apparent.
In a flashy display, Jorge turned his gaze to Daichi and let out a wide grin before flipping his bat onto the ground.
"Too weak."
With that, he let out a laugh and jogged onwards to complete his victory lap. The Cuban bench roared out in cheers after seeing the display.
Coach Takashi frowned. He didn't appreciate the showboating, though he understood that they were currently in a pinch.
"What do you think Coach Takagi?" He asked, his arms crossed in front of him.
Chris was silent for a little while as he observed the field. He saw that Kei was watching as Jorge jogged around the bases, his expression fiery.
"I don't think we need to make any drastic moves yet." He said after a while.
"Mmm. What's your reasoning?"