Laughter is Born From Madness

Chapter 88

"He brought down the seasoned Edward Midford with one delivery...? What on earth was that ball!?" the crowd shouted as they cheered.

"Leave it to you to come up with that, Bluewer. A delivery calculated to within an inch of its life is so like you." Greenhill spoke as he walked up to bat. "However...there's no such thing as a ball I can't hit!"

"The last batsman's Greenhill. It's a P4 showdown! Brains versus brawn...which will prevail!?" the crowd shouted.

"Here we go!" Bluewer exclaimed as he pitched the ball with the same move he used before, making the blue house players yell in anticipation.

Greenhill let out a yell as he swung the bat backwards, nearly hitting Ciel in the face, and smacked the ball far out to where it hit a seat in the crowd.

"A-...A...! A six!! It's one hundred and five to one hundred three!!" the announcer announced as the crowd cheered.

"I've seen right through your bowling!" Greenhill shouted over to Bluewer.

He swings his bat down from overhead like he's wielding a sword. It's normally impossible for a ball hit from that form to make it all the way to the stands. Physical strength, dynamic visual acuity, and cricketing instinct. By excelling in all three areas, Greenhill makes that unviable batting form viable. It is a power only the chosen may wield. A mighty blade that lays waste to all in its path...

Sword Excalibur!

"With Greenhill at bat, our lead's been reduced to almost nothing...blue house is finished." The blue house supporters in the crowd commented in defeat.

"With this, our victory's assured! Come from behind! Come from behind!" the green house supporters in the crowd cheered.

I put everything I had into mastering this delivery. For it...to be overcome so soon is...I haven't any other weapons with which to fight..., Bluewer thought before he was interrupted by a small hand on his shoulder.

"Bluewer." Ciel spoke calmly. "Let's give it another go."

"That bowl didn't work! Shall we just hand them the runs, is that it?" Bluewer objected.

"Bluewer...I'm grateful to you. Because you took this seriously, the students of blue house were able to come together and fight as one. That's why, I want you to bowl without any regrets. Win or lose. Yes...I think I can safely say everyone feels the same."

Both males looked over to see the entire blue house team giving them a thumbs up in support.

"Please bowl us the best ball you've got." Ciel finished before he walked back to his position behind Greenhill.

This delivery will decide it all. The last bowl of my school life. I'll bet the pride of blue house...and my own pride too...on this one ball!!, was Bluewer's only thought as he pitched the ball, using the same move from before.