In Miyuki's room, the usual suspects have gathered around...
Ryo-san smiles, "One of the managers was talking about a certain urban legend that's been circulating the forms. A baseball-related one. So, I wanted to share it with you guys."
"An urban legend?" Miyuki asks, a bit interested.
"How bad could it be, Ryo-san?" Kuramochi asks, used to this pink-haired demon's usual horror antics.
"Beats me," Ryo-san shrugs, "This is my first time reading it too."
He brings up the story on his phone and begins reading.
"Let's see... There was an Ace pitcher, let's call him Saito. His catcher wanted him to pitch a beanball...but he aimed at the batter's head, and it ended up being a dead ball."
Gulp.
"Some say the batter lived...while others say he was accidentally killed."
'K-killed?' the more sensitive people were already scared.
"Even since that day, Saito has never been able to pitch to anyone."
"Wh-what happened to him?" Sawamura stutters.
"Who knows?" Ryou-san shrugs, "Some say he was hired by a company of killers called Red Rum. Others say he got the yips and eventually committed suicide."
"Ah...but one person says that Saito may have gone to Red Rum, but got out of that business with the help of some friends. That he might be having fun playing baseball right now."
"I'd rather believe the third option to be the case!" Sawamura sighs in relief. The other first-years also nod.
"Well...that wasn't as scary as it could've been," Kuramochi sighs.
"But...let's just take that as a cautionary tale," Tetsu suggests, everyone agreeing with him.