For the players of Seido High School Baseball Team, the sky seed to dim all at once after the final out.
They stood on the field without moving, looking at everything around them without seeing any of it. Their eyes held nothing. The loss had not yet fully translated itself into a feeling — it was still sitting sowhere between the brain and the body, not quite processed.
Not far away, Inashiro's players were celebrating with the unrestrained energy of people who had genuinely earned it. Today's ga had not been easy for them. They had faced a team that refused to die, clawed back runs when the ga looked decided, and kept the outco in doubt until the very last out. Getting through it had required everything they had. Winning from that position, avenging the Sumr Tournant loss in the process, gave them every reason to feel what they were feeling.
They certainly had cause to celebrate.
The mood on Seido's side was sothing harder to na.
At Coach Kataoka's signal, both teams gathered at the center of the field and lined up facing each other.
"Thank you for the ga."
"Thank you for the ga."
Four words. Short, formal, the standard exchange at the end of every ga.
Several Seido players could not get through them without the tears starting. Once they began, there was no stopping them. It was only in that mont — standing across from their opponents, saying those four words out loud — that the reality fully arrived.
They had lost. Cleanly. Completely.
From the stands, Seido's supporters were still shouting.
"Go, Seido! Go, Yuuki! Go, Zhang Han!"
The cheering made it worse sohow. The louder it got, the less the players could hold back. This was not a sumr ga. The Autumn Tournant was early in the season, far from the final reckoning. There would be more chances. The true fight was still a year away. None of that changed what was happening to their faces right now.
Tears, when they co from sowhere deep enough, do not wait for a logical reason.
When Inashiro's players moved through the salute, they carried the easy bearing of winners. Narumiya i, operating at the extre end of his own natural range of self-satisfaction, walked directly toward Miyuki and Zhang Han with a beaming expression.
"You don't need to be so dejected. You lost to the Koshien champions."
The implication was clear. Not just the Autumn Tournant. The Jingu Tournant, and then Spring Koshien after that. He was announcing the itinerary.
Zhang Han forced a smile that contained a specific kind of bitterness.
"If the law didn't exist, you'd have been beaten to death by now."
He said it quietly and almost to himself. Narumiya's habit of becoming loudly insufferable the mont things went his way was apparently a permanent feature. There was no version of events where it would change.
Miyuki's expression was dark, but he answered imdiately.
"Co back and say that after you've beaten Ichidai Third High."
There was sothing real in it beyond the retort. The two teams eting this early in the bracket had cleared a path for Ichidai Third High School that would not have existed otherwise. Their players were not considered particularly dangerous this year. And yet an easier bracket was an easier bracket. The possibility of an upset was not zero.
Inashiro's players were not moved by any of this.
They had just knocked down two of Tokyo's biggest programs in succession — Teito High School, the king of East Tokyo, and Seido, the nation's top offensive team and Koshien quarterfinalists. The two largest obstacles in all of Tokyo had been cleared. Whatever Ichidai Third brought to the field in a week, Inashiro's players did not approach it with anything resembling fear. They were composed in the way that only genuine confidence produced.
Miyuki and Zhang Han looked at each other and felt sothing adjacent to respect, even now.
The loss, when examined honestly, had not co from a bad performance. Every Seido player had given what they had. Nothing obvious had been left behind. The luck had been mostly fair in both directions. The result ca down to sothing simpler: Inashiro this year was genuinely, frightening, historically strong.
This version of the team might be the best in the program's history, and that was not an empty assessnt. Scouts from other programs had spent the ga taking photos and making notes, already identifying Inashiro as the biggest threat on their schedule. The consensus was forming in real ti.
If Seido could not stop them, who was going to?
After the ga, most reporters drifted toward Inashiro's side of the field. Only four or five dia outlets ca to find Seido. Coach Kataoka t them without complaint, offered generous praise of Inashiro's performance, and took the responsibility for the loss onto himself without qualification. Then he gathered his players, led them onto the bus, and they returned to school.
A banquet had been prepared.
The school had anticipated that a quarterfinal win against Inashiro would be worth celebrating, and had arranged accordingly. When the result ca in as sothing other than what had been planned for, the food was already made and the tables were already set. The school provided it anyway. These players had represented Seido against the strongest team in Tokyo and had not embarrassed anyone.
The players sat down in front of plates of food they could not bring themselves to eat.
Even Masuko Toru, who maintained a relationship with food that was normally immune to emotional interference, stared at what was in front of him without reaching for any of it. Around him, his teammates were the sa. Nobody spoke much. Nobody knew what anyone else was thinking. The food sat there, warm and uneaten.
In the days that followed, the environnt around the team changed in the quiet, impersonal way that followed any elimination. The crowds that had co to watch weekday practices thinned out. By mid-week, non-Sunday practices had almost no audience at all. The city's attention had moved on to the matchup everyone actually wanted to see — Inashiro against Ichidai Third High School. Before those two programs t in the final, they would be the ones filling column inches and generating conversation.
The losers were not part of that conversation.
That was how competition worked. Winner takes the attention. Everyone else recedes.
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