Chapter 10: The Edge of Consciousness

The real hell journey begins!

With a heavy face, Sawamura got to the position and ran toward first base.

The practice of running bases is not only simple running but also mixed with skills such as sliding, which is very energy-intensive.

In Sawamura's group, there were 12 people because there were three first graders. The first man ran to first base, the second man followed, the second man ran to first base, and the third followed.

And so on!

It seemed like a lot, but after twelve people ran, it took less than a minute in total.

Then rest for 90 seconds and resume.

In fact, Seidou usually does such exercises, but because they are in the same field, the 20 members of the first string are together. It takes about a minute and a half to finish this round, with a 90-second break in between.

The total lap time is three minutes. Twenty laps an hour.

Fifty times and it's over!

This training intensity is already very harsh. It is not practiced every day, usually every two to three days.

And now!

The total time for one round plus rest is less than three minutes, and it takes twenty-six or seven runs in an hour.

Such a fast rhythm and a strong physical energy consumption are enough to drain a person's stamina.

On the fifth lap, Kominato and Furuya were already out of breath.

However, they were very fortunate, fortunate that they had replenished enough food before, otherwise it would have been a bit unbearable.

In their group, almost all first- and second-year players. The other group of third graders, with one less person, plus faster speed, is now one lap more than them.

"Can't you do it?"

"If not, do you want me to exchange with you?"

"Don't be so listless, move those legs."

"Kominato, Furuya!"

The seniors of the Second String who are in charge of supervising the training next to them, One by one shouted.

The sixth lap begins.

They sprinted for 500 or 600 meters with all their strength and added various sliding practices in the middle. The breathing rhythm of Kominato and Furuya started to become chaotic.

On the contrary, the second-year seniors and Sawamura basically maintained their faces.

Kuramochi glanced at Sawamura in surprise.

Because of getting along day and night, Kuramochi has a clear understanding of Sawamura's endurance. Although five laps are definitely not enough to drag Sawamura down, his breathing should not be so steady.

'This guy's physical strength has been trained to this extent?'

Two months after entering school, Sawamura's physical fitness has grown marginally.

He heard that he dragged the tires for extra training every night, and it seemed that he did it for nothing.

By the tenth lap, including the seniors of the second grade, their breathing rhythm was a bit out of order.

The rhythm and intensity are too fast and too strong!

But compared to the third grade with only eleven people, their rhythm is significantly faster. And because each of them ran with all their strength, the difference in speed was widened.

Now the third grade group has reached the thirteenth lap.

When Furuya fell, Haruichi's face began to turn red, and his sweat gradually increased.

Now, only Kuramochi, Miyuki, and Sawamura can maintain the normal rhythm in Group B.

On the other side, after ten laps, Chris backed out.

Although the injury has healed, the training at hell level is still a bit much for him. Chris himself did not agree to withdraw from the training, but Kataoka strongly enforced the supervision order.

"Instead of doing this kind of intensive training, you might as well imagine how you would game call for the four pitchers now."

Chris still understands Kataoka's kindness.

Although he won't be afraid of overtraining after his injury, the previous injury has indeed changed him a lot.

There is no need to risk overtraining, it is stupid.

When Chris stepped back, his face and breath were very calm.

This surprised Miyuki.

After the injury, Chris was out of the field for a full year. Why his physical fitness doesn't seem to be a problem at all?

Chris still didn't have trouble breathing after ten laps. That means that his physical fitness will definitely not be inferior to Miyuki's.

'In the year when he was not with the team, Chris-senpai was not idle.'

Seeing the expression on Miyuki's face, Sawamura immediately understood what he was thinking. No one can maintain their peak state after a one-year blank window, at least it takes a period of adaptive training to make it possible.

Chris was injured in his arm. During the injury, his arm was rehabilitated, but at the same time, he did not stop his physical training and adaptation training.

In a situation where he may never be able to get back on the field again, he persisted.

He never relaxed for a moment!

It was as if he was convinced that he would be able to return to the field.

"As expected of Chris-senpai!" Miyuki exclaimed sincerely.

"Then you have to work hard, partner. Otherwise, you may not be able to keep your position as the main catcher."

Sawamura said.

"Don't worry about me, I won't lose."

"I'm not worried about you."

"Just admit it."

Sawamura rolled his eyes, not wanting to continue quarreling with this black-bellied, thick-skinned guy.

"Stop chit-chatting, it's your turn!"

Ninety seconds are fleeting.

The eleventh lap begins.

An hour later, group b ran to the twenty-seventh lap.

What is the meaning of twenty-seven lap? It's three kilometers long. This is not the 3,000-meter run, but the 3,000-meter dash. Although there are pauses in between, almost everyone is out of rhythm.

Up to now, everyone can barely maintain their peak speed, including Furuya and Kominato!

If anyone else sees this, they will be scared shitless.

The foundation of the Giant Seidou is fully revealed.

Training continued for two hours and fifty-one laps.

Furuya Satoru's consciousness has begun to blur, he is just running mechanically.

Only Sawamura, Miyuki, and Kuramochi can maintain their breathing rhythm in Group B.

With pure physical fitness, Sawamura actually surpassed most of the second-year seniors.

Whether it is the senior who is assisting the training or the senior who is training, they all look at him like a monster.

Maezono was out of breath and looked at Sawamura, who had a straight back.

'Is this guy's endurance so good?'

Although Maezono joined the First String only through joint training, his training efforts were unmatched by others.

In the second grade, simply speaking of this kind of training, he might not necessarily lose to Kuramochi and Miyuki, the two veteran first-string players.

He never imagined that there would be such a big gap between himself and the mischievous Kuramochi and Miyuki, who was not active at all in training.

'Yes, no one really relaxes their training, otherwise, how could they appear in the lineup of the Seidou First String?'

'And Sawamura!'

Sawamura was among the last to return to the dormitory almost every day, and he was among the last to train.

Training pays off, and now his stamina can compete with Kuramochi and Miyuki.

Three hours later, after seventy-five laps, the sun was about to set.

At this time, everyone's consciousness, including Maezono, has begun to blur…

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T/N: The Third Chapter! Two more Chapters are on the way!