Finally, the game ended, leaving Chief Lupan with a serviceable knowledge about baseball. He knew the basics, as well as all the rules within those nine innings.
And his takeaway was simple.
"I just have to hit that ball out of the field?" he asked, almost mocking the simplicity of the game.
Michael chuckled. "Yup. That's basically all you have to do."
As a Werewolf, Chief Lupan was extremely confident about his physical capabilities. They were nothing if not strength-filled brutes. So, an action as simple as hitting a ball with a bat looked extremely easy, almost childish even.
Even if he lowered his power to that equivalent of a 1st stage Body Formation Maugnetic, he felt as if he could easily hit the ball in a homerun every at-bat.
In fact, he wasn't just confident about himself. He was confident that the entirety of the Brownblood Tribe would find themselves having a solo-homerun in every inning.
