Ken squared up in the batters box, turning his attention to Kazuhiro on the mound. The boy had an arrogant expression on his face, likely built up from being told he was a genius since a young age.
The problem with these players was that they always had a shock when realizing that there was always a bigger mountain to climb, or an even better genius waiting around the corner.
'Carlos is the only one who can hit my pitches. So hurry up and head back to the bench.'
Kazuhiro loaded up and sent the ball rocketing towards the strike zone once again, a victorious expression already nestled upon his features.
Ken felt as if time had slowed down, noticing the effects of his skill crunch time activate on its own. The system seemed to think that this was a turning point in the game, of which it was not wrong.
A smirk appeared on Ken's lips as he could clearly see the trajectory of the ball, feeling his strength and coordination increase thanks to the skill.