A/N: No other anime in the world is as challenging to delve into as this. Enjoy! Oofuri isn't mine!
MIZUTANI
Nishiura is a nice place to be in—being that it's in first official baseball tournament and with no other members except First Years means that me and the other guys have the privilege of being its regular members. But with the kind of members we have—it's hard to resist shaking your head and thinking that you landed in some kind of warped dimension.
First of all, what's with our club adviser? Shiga-sensei is supposed to teach Math and yet every practice session turns out to be either a Science class or an entirely different thing—most of which only Nishihiro and Hanai understands. Most of the guys, myself included, wait until after practice to ask for a better—a.k.a dumbed-down—version of whatever madness Shiga-sensei has subjected us to. I can't guarantee that we would understand it any better the second time but we sure as heck need a refresher on some of the things he tells us. You can just imagine the kind of blank expression it gives Tajima and Mihashi. Come to think about it, even our Ouedan leader Hamada seemed pretty lost when he was dragged to join us one morning.
Perhaps the only other people in the team who makes my head ache worse than Shiga-sensei would be our spastic pitcher and of course Abe. Abe is brilliant—he knows baseball like no ones business—but he can be one scary bastard when the mood hits him. Have you heard the boy talk? He doesn't. He just shouts a whole damn lot. Maybe it has something to do with being paired with what he calls "The Worst Pitcher" ever. Anyone who lived with angst throughout middle school might have a reason to scream all the time. I mean if I were Mihashi and I wasn't spastic or fidgety as a cat on a hot roof—I would be after meeting him. Not that Mihashi is ever going to be a tower of serenity. The boy would work himself to an early grave if he doesn't slow down. Thank gods, Tajima and Abe's there to control him. Now if only he won't cry so much. I can't imagine the number of handkerchiefs he carry with him on a daily basis.Strangely enough despite Abe's less than nurturing actions, Mihashi has calmed down a bit. When I watch them together, I get the feeling that what we see isn't as deep or as real as what's really out there. Whatever it is that they share—I'm only glad that they have it.
And of course there's Momokan…man I thought I was going to faint dead away with the now infamous "orange incident". Had I been Hanai I might have ran screaming after the sight of what those frail-looking hands can do to helpless fruits. Most of all, its not like she doesn't have her own share oddness—that board was frustrating I tell you! I can't believe Tajima enjoys half the things she does for the team. But then again, Tajima would enjoy most anything that anyone says is a challenge.
The most unpredictable person in the team is definitely Tajima. I mean, who could forget that bus incident? I had earphones and loud music and I still heard him herald the word of doom. What's strange was that Shinooka didn't hear the damnable word—which was a god sent—that was until the great prodigy of Nishura blurted that nightmarish reply; I mean, who in the world thinks their would explode with the absence of THAT? I swear I was ready to toss him out of the bus. I know most of the guys were with me on this.
And if that wasn't enough to make you want to strangle the blasted kid—he had the gall to ask if we were scared of facing off with Tosei. TOSEI, I ask you?! Was he even thinking? They were the best team out there—the one that went all the way to Koshien and he was asking THAT?! But you know what was the scariest part of it all was? He was right on the money when he asked if we could win against them. We did..and it was the best moment in my life—the best moment in all our lives. We didn't even have a prayer in the world against them and against it all we won. I even had my own moment under the sun--no pun intended. I mean there was rain--and you know what I mean.
I guess when things are said and done, going to Nishiura was the best decision I've ever made. I can't wait to see what will happen next…in the meantime, I'll kick back and just listen to the tunes…and maybe next time…they could join me in the chorus of "We are the champions"…hehe….