"What… the… forge!"
The Dwarven King collapsed on the ground, dead tired, as he stumbled across the final lap around the entire field.
He was gasping for breath, his chest heaving nonstop. But compared to the other dwarves, who were still running more laps without even breaking a sweat, they were barely even breathing loudly.
What was a life-or-death struggle for him was nothing but a warm-up for them.
"Done already, newbie?"
"Hahaha! Funny, talking about baseball is easy—well, now you know how it feels."
"We'll have to up your training regimen tomorrow. You can barely last one inning!"
The dwarves were ruthless in their treatment of Biru. They put him through the same grueling drills they regularly endured when they practiced for their games, showing him firsthand the hardships that came with playing baseball in their village.
But that wasn't all.
