Kōshū nodded and raised his glove high. For a moment, the cheers from his teammates and the various random shouts from the audience gradually faded away from his world, leaving only the glove in front of him.
He strode out with his left foot, the spikes firmly gripping the ground, and the tense muscles drove every bone to rotate, eventually transmitting all the power to the upper body, and bursting out from the arms in one breath.
"Bang -" is not the sound of the bat hitting the ball, but the sound of the ball diving into the glove.
"Good shot!"
The batter didn't swing the bat at all. Raichi was a little frightened by the Inside Corner Ball. After waiting for the ball to hit for half a second, his foot that retreated to avoid finally landed, "Ha... Hahahaha, so awesome, so awesome."
"Nice ball!" Miyuki grabbed the ball in his glove twice and passed it back to the pitcher. "This is your highest quality straight ball so far. It probably only dropped a few centimeters from Pitcher's Mound." '
"It's like a living beast, that ball." Coach Todoroki lay on the back of the bench. Balls like this are rare in professional baseball. What's the rotation speed? "It's different. Why is it different from what you see in the video! It's so foul."
"Hahaha." Sanada wanted to tell some funny jokes to relax, but when he saw another energetic pitcher on the other side, he was suddenly too tired to think of anything funny to say.
Of course, who was the most surprised was Kōshū who threw the ball. The state of extreme concentration just passed by in a flash. At that moment, it was as if he had entered Flow State.
But there was no time to recall that feeling. Miyuki The next instruction came, 'Outside Low Corner straight ball. '
It is the familiar inside and outside angle cross-casting method. In terms of effective execution of tactics, Miyuki still likes Kōshū the most. Of course, if he is beaten out, it will really be Miyuki's Pitching Strategy problem.
"Touch——"
"Foul Ball!"
"Isn't it just a 145-kilometer ball? How can he still swing the bat slowly!" Coach Todoroki believes that the most impressive thing about his son is his swing speed. When preparing for the game, in order to avoid encountering Kōshū and Furuya, two high-speed pitchers, he also specially asked Raichi to practice against the 150-kilometer pitching machine, and he could hit it quickly.
"Raichi..."
In the pharmacist's Dugout, some people have noticed that Raichi's iconic laughter is missing, and a bad premonition creeps into everyone's mind, 'Raichi are you scared? No, no, no, he must be too addicted to the duel. '
'It must be fought out, it must be fought out. ' The person who was being talked about by the Medicine Master players was very confused at the moment. He knew that the hope of the team was pinned on him. He originally thought that the mission was just to move a stone, but no, the opponent was a big mountain. He wanted to escape but couldn't leave. He could only feel the pressure and the ball. It was like an animal jumping out of the low grass. He saw it but had no time to hide.
Raichi had no experience in dealing with this kind of unfamiliar emotion. When the next ball came, he followed his instinct and swung it out, but only hit a piece of air. It seemed that after swiping out for a long time, the ball slowly floated past his eyes and fell into the glove behind him.
"Batter's out!"
"Three out, switch sides!"
"Yoshi! Sure enough, you are the type who gets stronger when faced with a strong situation!"
"Ah ha, it's all your fault!"
After striking out Todoroki Raichi for the last time, Seido had almost only a plain in front of him.
All the third graders said hello to Kōshū in their own way, and finally it was Miyuki. He was the first batter in the second half of the inning, so he just made a fist gesture and said, "Strike out all of them. After that, there will only be Inomi."
"Yeah." Kōshū bumped fists with him.
"Oh - Brother, please use it!" The first-grade water delivery group arrived on time.
In the second half of the eighth inning, Yaoshi's batting performance seriously affected their defense. As the strongest hitter in the team took his last breath, there was only one run left. That one run was as difficult to cross as a chasm. Kōshū's pitching was very impressive even from the side, let alone hitting it.
"Hey, I really can't stand it. I have to recruit two good pitchers no matter what next year. Look at how pitiful my Sanada is!" Coach Todoroki stared at the pitcher's left leg and secretly made up his mind.
Of course, later Coach Ninomiya called Kōshū and asked him about a middle-aged man named Todoroki, who he said was an acquaintance of his. He insisted on visiting the team on closed days. When he asked him if he knew him, Kōshū was very confused.
"Touch——"
"Second baseman!"
"Safe!"
"Seven bats, pitcher, Kōshū." The sweet voice of the radio interrupted the chaotic scene.
"Touch——"
"Right field!!" the catcher shouted hoarsely, trying to get the whole team involved.
"Safe!"*2
"Eight bats, right field, Mr. Shirazu."
"Touch——"
"Outfield fly!!"
Seido scored one run and there was someone on third base.
The smooth play continued until Kominato hit an infield ground ball, and the score had become 6:3.
"Huh -" Sanada, who got off Pitcher's Mound, exhaled and comforted his companions, "Sorry, it's my problem. Please call me back in the ninth round. Can you please help me?"
"Yeah! Of course." Akiha put on his helmet and went up equally aggressively.
The progress of the game is like a wheel that will not stop because of people's subjective emotions. "Hey, Raichi, we haven't lost yet! Why are you crying!" Coach Todoroki waved his hand to his son and asked him to go to Locker Room behind to cry. However, the child's butt remained motionless and he forced back his tears while watching the duel on the field.
In just two sentences, the duel on the field had already reached a good goal.
'Today Kōshū's pitching was extraordinarily powerful. What stimulated him? Is there any way to stimulate him before every game to return to the state he is in today? 'Miyuki called a straight ball from an inside angle. He was not going to show any other balls. There must be rival schools who came to watch the game today, so a straight ball was enough.
"Bad ball!"
After a dangerous Inside Corner Ball that passed by the body, there was another good ball that almost missed the edge from the outside corner. Akiha Strike Zone was enlarged a lot. At this time, another lob with a high inside corner came.
Swing empty.
"Batter's out!"
Look, you can really control the hitter in the palm of your hand. It's great to cooperate with this person.
"Haha." Miyuki chuckled and looked at the next 'victim'. Mishima had just seen the whole process of internal and external angle deception, and would definitely be on guard against this situation immediately. Therefore, after the two internal angles, he must have thought that the next one was Outside Corner Ball, but that was wrong, it was still the internal angle.
"Two out!"
'Well, next, after the two outer angles, let's have an inner angle. '
Kōshū saw Miyuki having a great time, and couldn't help cursing in his heart, "This guy is using the name of baseball to play with other people's bad glasses. Unfortunately, I am still his accomplice. I will give you a good shot for the last ball of this game, Mr. Four Baseball." '
He recalled his state of flow just now. The sensations on the soles of his feet, skin, bones and even hair were all transmitted to one place at high speed. The feeling of being in control of his whole body was so refreshing.
However, this time Flow State was still not found by the inside angle. The pharmacist hurriedly took out his stick amidst the cheers of Dugout, and finally missed the ball.
"Three out, game over!"
Real feelings, flow is really always in flow and always good
There seems to be a book that teaches you how to enter Flow State. If you are interested, you can search it.
————Bullshit dividing line
When I was in junior high school, I could recite almost every sentence the teacher said in every class today on my way home from school. Once my classmate didn't believe it, so I spent half an hour after returning home to teach her a new math class. Because Flow State, it was like a state of frantically grabbing and storing information around me. It was very cool and great, like a sponge.
But it can't be done now, which is a pity...
Phew, I remember it was during the second semester of First Year of High School. There was a big question at the end of the semester that I couldn't solve. For the last 15 minutes, I sat there with tears in my eyes. I was so anxious that I almost peed my pants (it feels so funny now, hahaha). I felt that the world was over. From that time on, I seldom had any flow.