Mihashi is a Child

That's not true. I mean, I've been going to every game! But in middle school, I asked three times and he told me not to come every time, didn't he? That happened? I said so at the time. You always forget things right away. Are you sure he wasn't just embarrassed because he wasn't able to stand out at Mihoshi? You really think that's what it was? I'm home. Ren, welcome home! D-Dad! D-Dad! Dad! It's been a long time! Ren, you won again today? That's awesome! There's grilled bean-jam buns. Bean-jam buns! How many safe hits were you able to make? Five! That's good! So they scored one run? Ah, no, two? Three! Well, sometimes that happens, right? The opponent must have been strong too. Mom! Grill them! Grill them! Dinner's about ready. Later, okay? Grill them now! Well then, why don't we practice a bit? It's been a long time since I caught your pitches, Ren. I can't. I pitched in a game today, so I can't throw anymore. Here it comes. Here it comes. Don't you pitch all day? Don't you pitch all day? I don't. Because... What's with that? That's kind of gross, Ren. Ren, the next game is the day after tomorrow, right? Yeah. I have a day off on that day, you know. Then, will you come to see Hamada? H-Hamada? Wait, who's that? I told you before. The kid of the Hamadas next door at the Yamagishi Villa. You said something about him being in the same class? That's right. Ren, here. I'll grill one skewer for you. I just remembered. What an amazing bond. When Ren was pitcher at the farewell party, he got his glove from Hamada. Back then, we couldn't buy you one... Wait! It's okay to go!? Go wash your hands and bring down your laundry. Okay! Five safe hits and three runs from line-drives. It's bad enough that they hit my pitches, but I won't selfishly pitch as I please anymore.