When the catcher heard this sound, he felt bad for a moment and chased the shadow of the ball. Only a few meters away from the Home Run wall, the ball hit the blocker high.
"Foul Ball!"
It is a super far super powerful Foul Ball.
'It turned out to be Slider, and my posture was a bit off. 'Kōshū Once you have the idea of 'swinging a big stick', it is easy to play poorly when the opponent's pitch changes.
'Be more careful from now on. ' he thought to himself.
'Ming, have you seen that, this guy's physical strength is still full, so you must be cautious. 'Harada patted the ground again, signaling his pitcher to be cautious and throw lower.
"Wow -" Narumiya Mei lowered his head, not looking at the signal the catcher gave him at all. Instead, he shoveled the dirt on Pitcher's Mound, "You are just a first grader, but you dare to want to go to that place. How funny. There are not even a single mature pitcher in Dugout. Do you still want to represent Tokyo?"
From the perspective of home plate, naturally you can't hear what the opposing pitcher is mumbling, but obviously, after finally rearranging the Pitcher's Mound into what you want, Narumiya Mei's eyes are filled with more fighting spirit.
'We are the only ones who can represent Tokyo! ' This strong emotion was completely reflected in his pitching.
The shadow of the ball crossed the retina again, and the afterimage left behind showed that the pitcher was throwing faster. Kōshū certainly felt the pitcher's fighting spirit, but he responded to the changes by staying the same. Narumiya Mei was almost familiar with the rhythm of pitching, so the hitting posture could not be deformed, and he just hit the ball one by one.
"Foul Ball!"
"Foul Ball!"
In the strike preparation area, Kuramochi turned around and joked, "Liangsang, when did that guy start learning your skills?"
"Who knows, but well done."
Narumiya Mei's ball was pressed very low, but Kōshū still successfully hit one. The ball came out much faster than when it was first thrown. Although it was just an infield ball, it was very powerful and directly penetrated between the first and second bases.
"Safe!" Kōshū survived first base, and Kuramochi in the waiting area had a chance to play. He touched the brim of his hat, and Kōshū on first base also responded.
Narumiya Mei stared at the pitcher at first base, 'Are you going to steal a base? Or hit and run? Well, it doesn't matter, I wasted 8 balls and still gave you On Base, but as long as I give the next batter to Strikeout, it doesn't matter where you are. '
"The opponent's pitcher has an opportunity to take advantage of it," Kuramochi stood on Batter's Box, like a hyena that smelled blood and pursued its prey for thousands of miles, ready to tear off a piece of meat from this pitcher.
However, being pushed to first base didn't seem to affect Narumiya Mei's mood. The catcher didn't even deal with it and allowed Kōshū to steal second base.
"Touch——"
"Hiss, it's so heavy!" My hands were numb. Is this how the pitcher's ball felt? It was harder to hit than the previous few innings.
"Touch——"
'No, I was deceived. ' A limp grounder, Narumiya Mei came down to handle it.
"Out!"
"Three out, switch sides!"
"Tch! You don't take me seriously at all." But the fact is that Kuramochi was not allowed to enter the fierce battle between the beasts. "Hey, Kōshū, give me a clean seal on those guys in a while!"
"Ah? Hi!" Kuramochi Aren't you still afraid that you will be too excited? Why are you adding fuel to your own fire now?
Returning to this Pitcher's Mound again, the soil on it has been messed up by the violent ace on the opposite side. Kōshū sorted out the look he wanted,
"We are about to face that Carlos. That guy is very dangerous, so be careful." Miyuki looked like a mother, and told the person who was lowering his head to sort out Pitcher's Mound, "Hey, you are listening."
"Well, I'm listening, Senior Miyuki. All in all, it seems that we are still far away from defeating Narumiya Mei. This only one point is very precious. I will guard this point like a dragon guarding its treasure." Kōshū was still in the mood to joke with Miyuki, but the catcher on the opposite side couldn't laugh at all.
At the end of the game, this point became something that both sides were worried about. Seido was suffering from not being able to score more points, while Inomi's side became more and more aware of the weight of this point.
"The opponent's attack will be more violent. Watch my gloves carefully. Let's defend the victory!"
"Hi!"
In Inami's Dugout, Kunimoto Manager exudes a chill. "From the moment this pitcher comes on the court, the momentum of the game shifts to the opponent. Attack boldly and let that pitcher feel the pressure."
"Hi!"
"Nine sticks, Fujikawa."
Inami's nine-bat, as soon as he reached Batter's Box, he felt a pinprick look at him. What's wrong with this pitcher? Why is he glaring at the batter?
But the next moment, Fujikawa couldn't care less about this. Kōshū had already strode forward, putting all his strength on the ball. It took less than half a second from when Fujikawa saw the signal to throw the ball, to when the ball flew in front of him., and in less than half a second, he experienced what the previous hitter called "floating up". Although he knew it in his heart and understood it in his head, he couldn't react at all. When he swung out based on instinct, he didn't even hit the shadow of the ball.
"Good shot!"
Then, without waiting for the batter to get familiar with it, Kōshū's next pitch has already begun.
"Batter's out!"
Fujikawa was holding the bat, with an expression on his face still gritting his teeth. His only words to Carlos were. "That guy's straight ball is very powerful. Before the two good balls, take a closer look."
Kōshū looked at Batter's Box again, and there was someone else there, 'Carlos?' When I watched him compete in the second grade of junior high school, he was already running very fast, but it's really enviable, his calves are so long. '
Miyuki's glove was placed in the inside corner. He sensed the pitcher's aggression and planned to take advantage of this emotion.
Carlos understands what Fujikawa means, but what makes him even more unhappy is that the pitcher's pitching rhythm is accelerating and he seems unwilling to give the batter any time to adapt.
Therefore, when he saw Kōshū preparing to throw the ball, he directly put on the short stick, but when the speeding ball arrived in front of him, he raised the stick again.
"Bad ball!"
'Haha, it's true that pitchers will not throw well when they see a bat lying horizontally in front of them. '
On the next ball, after the pitcher received the return ball, Carlos immediately put up his short stick from the beginning. Such a purposeful interference action made Miyuki frown. It was really late in the game, with such a one-point advantage, that he would start to worry a little about gains and losses.
But this time, the pitcher on the opposite side seemed not to be affected by the false bat last time at all. The sharp Inside Corner Ball struck straight at the batter's bat. Carlos thought of the failed bat in the eighth bat and raised the bat at the last moment.
"Good shot!"
'No, this pitcher is totally in shape. '