"He relied on his instinct and athleticism to dominate our opponents. At least until the first round of Koshien when we met Yokohama, or should I say, you."
Kei's eyes shined as he came to this point in the story, his gaze staring at Ken as if he was his idol. There was a sort of fanaticism that should not have been present in his eyes.
Ken couldn't help but shudder subconsciously, not appreciating such a gaze from another man.
Yet the guy didn't seem to care, still looking at Ken like his prized possession.
"S-So? You're happy that we beat you guys because of Tatsuo?" While Ken probably could have put all the pieces together himself, he was having a hard time thinking while being stared at in such a way.
"Yes! Ever since you beat him, he's been serious about baseball, almost to the point of obsessing over it."
"Okay, that's good I guess." Ken nodded
Kei smiled warmly, "Our coach said that Tatsuo could be the best player in Japan if he ever decided to take baseball seriously."
