"Do you want to open the novice gift package?"
At this moment, John Howe, who was about to go on stage, had no choice.
"Open!"
No matter which skill in the ninja world, John felt that it was enough to make him reborn.
This is the difference between different dimensions!
"The novice gift package is opened, congratulations to the host for obtaining the S-level skill, Sharingan!"
Sharingan?
Seeing this skill, John's heart was shocked. Could it be that his eyes would turn into windmills?
Now there are high-definition cameras. If someone sees him, he will not be locked up and examined, right?
Feeling uneasy, John quickly opened the Sharingan.
"When the Sharingan is opened, there is no chakra in the host's body, and he can only rely on mental and physical strength to support the consumption. According to the host's mental and physical strength, you can use the Sharingan for 60 seconds. The countdown begins, sixty! Fifty-nine..."
As the Sharingan was opened, inexplicably, John felt that the world in front of him seemed to have changed.
But at this time, he didn't care about these at all.
Hearing that he could only open it for sixty seconds, John hurriedly grabbed Kevin and asked, "Look at my eyes, what has changed?"
Not to mention the later windmill Mangekyō, even the initial form of the Sharingan, one magatama, two magatama, and three magatama. It is enough to be regarded as a freak.
Hearing John's request, Kevin looked at him seriously.
Then John saw that Kevin's pupils suddenly widened.
It's over!
John felt his heart sink.
Could it be that his eyes have turned into some strange shape?
"Did you not sleep well at night? Such a big piece of eye booger!"
Hearing Kevin's words, John glared at his friend fiercely.
It seems that his worry is unnecessary.
Without the special energy of the ninja world, it can only rely on physical strength and spirit to activate. John's Sharingan will not turn into that strange shape.
"Close!"
It can only be used for a total of sixty seconds, and five seconds have just been used.
Although the consumption is not too great, John can still feel a little tired in his body.
Is the power beyond this dimension really as strong as John imagined?
He didn't know.
But the consumption of this power was definitely something John had never thought of before.
The game was still going on, and the batter who had just been substituted was sitting on the rest chair in a daze.
Being substituted at such a critical moment, it is understandable that this boy will have no chance in the future.
Seido High School Baseball Club, as a nationally famous baseball giant, has nearly a hundred members.
Each player can only get a few opportunities at most. Sometimes you miss it once, and you may never stand out again in the future.
It's not just this boy, John is the same.
Rachel Thompson invited John to play so solemnly, and it was such a critical scene.
Once John made a mistake, he would be banished to the sidelines. At least before the arrival of autumn, John would not have any chance.
Taking a deep breath, John stood in the batter's box with the bat.
One out, a runner on second base.
John had no impression of the runner on second base before.
It should not be a freshman of their grade, but a senior in the second or third grade.
It was such an unknown senior who hit a double cleanly when facing Carl before.
It was also such a senior, but he was not even selected for the second team of Seido.
This is Seido!
"Mr. John is on the field!"
"Who is Mr. John?"
"It's the foreign student who is good-looking and has nothing to do with him."
"On the baseball field, you don't rely on your looks to get results."
"It's a waste of our efforts until now, thinking that we can catch up and surpass? Now there is no hope at all."
"What nonsense are you talking about? The victory or defeat of this game is not that important. The key is to see the individual performance of the players."
"No matter what, the players on the winning side will be more favored, right?"
The players talked a lot, especially John's side.
They were originally one point behind, and John's appearance at this time made them feel that they had completely lost hope.
Inevitably, they complained off the field.
In fact, at this time, John's attack had nothing to do with them.
The only thing that mattered was the senior who ran to second base. If John plays well, he can take the opportunity to show off.
But compared to the complaints of others, this unknown senior has a very kind attitude.
"Come on!"
He not only cheered John with a smile but also put pressure on Carl on the bases.
He left second base and made a gesture to steal the third base.
In this way, Carl on the pitcher's mound had to pay some attention to him.
"As expected of a senior, you are really tough!"
In today's game, Carl has already lost three hits.
He is also under a lot of pressure.
Fortunately, it was John who played at this time, not Michael, Kevin, or Ben... who were in the same grade as them.
Otherwise, Carl would be under even greater pressure.
"Sorry, Mr. John, I want to enter the second team no matter what!"
The promotion of pitchers is completely different from other positions.
All pitchers have to practice in the bullpen, so their rankings are clear.
Carl feels that he is not far away from being a pitcher in the second team.
Some of the newcomers of their grade have been promoted to the first team, and he can't fall behind.
You know, for baseball, he left his hometown at a young age and came to Seido.
He raised his legs high and ignored the runners on the bases.
Carl's pitching was extremely confident.
This was completely different from John's impression.
Of course, his previous impression of Carl was when Carl was pitching to those second- and third-year seniors.
As a practice pitcher, Carl always acted timid and lacked confidence when feeding the ball to his seniors.
Now facing these newcomers of the same age, Carl showed his ace momentum in junior high school.
"Swoosh!"
As a side pitcher, Carl's pitch came from the side of his body.
The route of the baseball flying was completely different from the pitching of other pitchers.
After John saw this, he felt a chill on the back of his head.
"Was it going to hit me?"
It looked like the baseball was thrown towards John's head. However, just as the baseball was approaching John, it suddenly turned, avoided John's body in advance, and got into the strike zone.
"Snap!"
"Strike!"
One strike, zero balls.
The newcomers who had been complaining before were even more rude at this time.
"No reaction at all, that guy must have been scared, right?"
"You have the nerve to criticize others, you weren't much better when you came on the field just now, right?"
"Who said that, at least I touched the ball."
Captain Owen nodded with satisfaction, bulging his big belly.
Even the opposing party, Rachel, smiled.
"Carl is in good shape. It may be because he has no pressure facing players of the same grade, so it is easier for him to show his strength. In this relaxed state, he can definitely compete for the main force of the second team. When the third-year players leave, he may be able to become the team's backup pitcher."
"Little John is in a bad situation. It's too early for him to pitch a ball of this difficulty."