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As I laid there chocking to death I couldn't help but feel anger? I wasn't sure why I was so angry but I wanted to hit something.

The light faded from his eyes when suddenly he awoke. He was choking still he quickly coughed trying to clear his throat. Gum? I spit it out onto the ground before realizing I was in a formation with a bunch of people… everyone seemed to be wearing an athletic uniform and I quickly realized it was a baseball uniform everyone was wearing.

I quickly stood back up in place. I recognized a man wearing shades… and a woman standing behind him… Rei Takashima?

I was baffled! It was daiya no ace. Ace no diamond, all the same to me. But one thing was for certain it was at least similar… but, this is a anime but everything looks so real…

I couldn't help but shake my head.

"Alright now that we're done dealing with those three let's continue introductions." Kataoka spoke.

Eventually it reached me but I wasn't sure, a small panel popped up.

"I am Akira Naga, I play center field, but I also have experience in playing catcher." I said a little unsure as I read a bit of information about my self that popped up like a system screen.

As they moved on to the next person another prompt popped up that read. "This system will only provide information about what you already know about yourself or what you have learned. It has no other functions."

I couldn't help but blackout in anger again. 'What? I have a system that helps me remember information? Come on at least make me an op player? I only played up to the end of middle school in my last life thanks to an injury. I never became a pro! Damn it.' Black hash marks appeared on my head. Then I got another prompt.

"System message: user is now immune to injury or backlash from over exerting or over working themselves. Iron man or extreme fatigue resistance and passive healing ability unlocked. No other perks will be given."

Seeing this I smiled. 'Well I'm happy with this, I don't have to worry about being injured from working out or exercising to much. And also extreme endurance? Couldn't I pitch?'

But before I finished thinking the end of my line finished introducing themselves and I found that we were heading to warm up.

And soon the first years began our fairly light training. My years of physical training in my previous life easily made this look very easy. The perks probably helped.

As the coaches watched the new comers one of the players who ended up joining the school through academic means was Akira Naga, he was standing out from all the others physically. He had American features was taller than most of the others, but had a fairly average build making him look more mature but for some reason he had long hair that would reach his shoulders of it wasn't in a ponytail and very very soft blue eyes that look grey when inside and a light blue when outside.

I continued following the guidance of the coaches and eventually it was time for lunch. Being a typical American in my last life I readily ate the three bowls of delicious rice and could only smile and say. "Can't eat rice that good in the states." With a smile on my face drawing attention to myself from my fellow first years. They seemed to look at me like a monster. I also spotted a few notable characters including one who looked like he was about to barf… Sawamura!

Of course I'm placed into this time frame… I roll my eyes, typical reincarnation stuff.

I finish eating the other items on my plate before I leave and head out after lunch as I did a coach looked at me. "Done already? Okay well first years are on field two for today, you're going to take a quick assessment on you ability to play in your preferred positions." Looking at the man I nodded and thanked him before I changed into my cleats and put them on and grabbed my glove from my bag.

I headed over there and with hardly anyone there I decided to go ahead and try for infield, outfield by the time I finished with both there was already a large number of players here but Sawamura ran over into this field when I heard a shout. "Where are you going?!"

Looking over it was coach kataoka looking at Sawamura. I couldn't help but cringe but I decided that it's not my battle and headed to go get some catchers gear on.

I got changed and headed to wait in line to catch and when I finally got into position a good number of players were waiting to go on the mound.

There was only two other catchers and it seemed like they were going to be thoroughly investigated here. As they had the catchers throwing the ball to a coach over at the second base and after every few throws the coach behind the catcher would tell him to throw to second whenever he felt like it.

With a line of guys blocking your view to second from home the blind throw was t simple to the other two guys eventually Akira made his way to the plate in catchers gear. He had played in middle school but that was a long time ago. His hand eye coordination was quite good but he wasn't so sure.

The pitchers throw was a bit high I quickly stood up and jumped and as I was on the air the coach said throw to second… I caught the ball keeping it from going past as I landed I gained my balance and threw to second.

I had to be honest I wasn't sure about my throw it felt a bit… wonky.

A moment later I felt it was obvious, it's not my body… it's someone else's, I could t help but sigh. This guys body isn't my own…

I got back into position and waited for the next pitch and continued this for a few times before Furuya walked up. The coach asked if I was tired yet. "No im good coach, let the other guy continue his break." With only a few guys who wanted to be catchers they of course rotated us in the position.

Using us to catch for the pitchers is obvious. So as I was asked if I wanted a break I could only deny after seeing Furuya. A smile on my face, I wanted to see if I could catch them… I wasn't good at framing but I knew I could probably catch it… my reaction time and sporting ability was one of the few things I could brag about in my last life.

As he threw the pitch it was actually high. I quickly raised the glove and caught it but only just. The pitch was a bit wild but it made a good sound… I stood up and threw the ball back. The coach behind me seemed shocked as did the coach standing behind him at that moment. I only furrowed my brows… I had been to the batting cages a lot on my previous life. It was how I dealt with my anger, hitting bombs in the cages and that felt. Slow.

It felt more like 80 mph, not slow by any means but… I remember Furuya could throw faster…

I threw the ball back and smiled, "come on you can throw faster right?"

Furuya seemed offended by my statement but then nodded, a lot of players were trying out to be pitchers. Few had talent and velocity; Furuya throwing above 80 mph, 135 kph, at the beginning of high school is already quite good. Meaning he had talent but I knew he was hiding his true potential.

As I got back into position I focused very clearly and held my glove low, I knew he pitched high so placing his target low may let him keep his pitches on the low side.

Furuya looked at the catcher who seemed to egg him on. I couldn't believe a nobody catcher dared to say my pitches are slow. In annoyance Furuya smiled and decided to scare this guy. He lifted his leg and as he launched his leg toward the catcher and swung his arm a fierce look could be seen in his eyes.

The ball launched out of his fingers strait towards Akira's face. The ball was like a white laser aimed at his head when suddenly.

*Bam*

The sound of the ball entering the pocket of the glove sounded.

The coaches seeing the throw were surprised by the speed, his first pitch could be said to be okay. Maybe even good for a first year in high school considering he had no previous experience playing… but that speed that velocity! Was insane!

The speed was so surprising they didn't even realize that the catcher caught the perfectly. However, one person didn't overlook that face. Furuya's face turned into a slight shock then into a smile. He nodded towards Akira.

'I'll have to ask him to catch for me to practice later.' Furuya thought before he looked at the coach who spoke, "that's amazing but, we don't want you to get worn out so if you have any other positions go do that."

The coach quickly made sure to note down the player but then also looked towards the catcher… a thought in his head. 'I didn't realize it but… he caught that pitch.' He nodded. I'll make note of that as well.

After moving on to the next pitcher and soon enough the last pitchers were coming around the three catchers including myself rotated around every few pitchers to let us take breaks until eventually we finished. As I took off my gear I had to admit at one time I wanted to be a pitcher but, I realized it wasn't for me. Although I messed around in pitching I didn't take it to seriously I had no real game sense for the position. It felt unnatural to me to be there. I felt comfortable everywhere except for there on the mound.

I had of course practiced in secret for fun but I didn't have the talent to play the position and knew it would only be in a true emergency if I ever played there it means bad mistakes had been made… even in the beer league I was in I couldn't play there.

As the training came to an end I took off the catchers gear and wanted to go wash but found myself attacked by furuya. "Let's go play catch."

I felt a slight ache in my heart. "After dinner if we are allowed."

Later that night after eating dinner I went to see about using the catchers gear I wore during practice and grabbed it along with a glove. Although I previously played outfield thanks to my strong arm and good running speed. Or I should say the previous owner of this body. I personally felt more comfortable behind the plate.

I grabbed the gear and found Furuya waiting for me. Putting on the gear I looked at Furuya and said. "We're only doing 85 pitches then you're done." He looked at me but after a short staring contest he didn't fight me on it.

Soon enough a bunch of time had past and he finally pitched his last pitch and I took of my gear then began swinging my bat with a weight on it. I couldn't help but feel anger rush through my bones… for some reason whenever I hold a bat and I see a baseball I just feel the need to release all my anger on that ball. Like it hurt me or something.

My aura seemed to have made others want to leave me alone or maybe it the anger on my face but I could only release my anger this way. My anger from my previous life maybe the anger form this one as well.

Eventually I felt a tiny bit of sweat. I decided since I was alone I would throw a few pitches.

As I released I could feel the tips of my fingers well and launched the ball with everything I had and soon enough I heard someone behind me… it was to my surprise Rei.

"Why practice pitching? You didn't even try out for that position."

I could only smile a little embarrassed. "Ahh, my talent lies elsewhere, plus I always feel awkward on the mound…" I smiled

She nodded, "well your speed isn't bad, 120ish, better than most of the guys who tried the position but your form was all wrong. Anyway I thought of suggest talking to Chris if you want to join the first string. Especially as a catcher. Catching a pitch at that speed is difficult for anyone. Well I'm off."

I watch as she turns and walks away and nod to myself… now that I think about it they have pitching staff… they just conveniently ignore that in the anime. I should go talk to some of them. Maybe next week?