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“You saved me, why?”
Ochiai turned to the usually loud pitcher, looking at him coldly and cautiously, as if he hadn't been attacked by three grown men just a minute ago.
“Do you think I'm going to let a child die in front of me just because I don't see him being useful on a high school baseball team? I would have nightmares.” The old man lazily started to move away from the bloody scene he caused with his heavy steps.
Sawamura slowly followed him, no trace of relaxing around him was on display. The kid was well trained.
“Black market salesmen are much more active here than in Nagano,so annoying…” Sawamura starts grumbling as he walks with Ochiai back to the dorms
“It can't be helped, Tokyo is a big city, the underground economy will be big too.”
“Um... Well, you saved my ass back there, I think you deserve some praise.”
The irony in the brat's voice was evident, but Ochiai said nothing.
“Yeah, sure”
“I'm joking” Sawamura stops in front of the dormitory door and turns to look directly at Ochiai with those pretty golden eyes that are worth many millions at an auction “Thanks.”
He gives him a smile the coach assumes to be a genuine one, before opening the door and mutters him a quick good night.