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We… won.
Sodden, muddy and trembling with exhaustion, I stare down at my mitt as the stands roar and my teammates run yell. Tajima tackles me and knocks me to the floor.
We won.
We beat Tosei, last year’s winners. How did we beat them?
But… but it was no thanks to me.
Abe told me to give up the mound, but I didn’t. I haven’t changed at all, have I?
We won, but I nearly lost it for us.
We won, but no thanks to me.
A mess of emotions swirling around me, I drift into a deep sleep.