The thing that Uesugi Sakura hates the most is probably having her nap interrupted during lunch break.
Under the shimmering heat of May approaching summer, leaning as much as possible on the shade of the trees planted on the right side, Uesugi Sakura walked absentmindedly along the path beside the spacious playground, with a bow bag in her left hand.
The constant clanging sound of metal hitting baseballs was ongoing. It was quite pleasant to listen to, but each time it was accompanied by shouts tinged with the smell of sweat, making it somewhat dreary.
Why do I always see them training?
With her excellent vision, Uesugi Sakura could see many girls chatting and laughing in the rest area of the baseball field.
They would occasionally cheer for the baseball team members, looking very enthusiastic.
In Japan, high school baseball ranks first, soccer second, in popularity, which is undeniable. Perhaps this is the treatment only popular clubs receive?
