At this time, Kataoka Manager has two choices in front of him, one is Furuya who is currently in good condition, and the other is an ace who only played more than one game in the last game.
No need to hesitate, Kataoka did not step out and make substitutions.
Kōshū returned to the left field area with a somewhat abnormal mood. As an ace, he should not be panicked or anxious.
Koshien and his team have well proven his strength and contribution, but now he is not so sure.
Kataoka Manager, I always use whoever is in good condition.
But at the same time, there was another voice inside, 'Are you playing? Are you sure your game is in poor shape? If there is no verification in the game, other people's excellent performance has nothing to do with your status, right? '
No, it's just that because of the rapid progress of others, I noticed that my own steps were slow.
Uncovering the underlying reason for this layer of emotion, the panic that had been sustained since just now was shattered. However, if there are no subsequent games to continuously verify the confidence, this emotion will come back again.
'How annoying! 'Kōshū stared at the duel at home plate, still fighting with anxiety in his heart.
"Touch——"
"Bump--" The crisp sound of several bats hitting baseballs showed that Inashi has now adopted a more radical strategy.
The batter at this time was Carlos. He gradually adapted to the pitcher's rough pitching. While he kept hitting Foul Ball, he was also quietly observing the gaps in Seido's defense.
"Bump--" Another roaring pitch came. Carlos was originally going to lean over Sacrifice Bunt, but unexpectedly it was a Forkball that fell straight into Home Plate.
Barely touching third base, the batter dropped his bat and headed straight for first base.
"Out!"
The result still doesn't work.
"Seido That pitcher is still in good condition." Carlos passed the message to the next bat.
"You must defeat this pitcher before you can take the initiative to change pitches." This is Kunimoto Manager's requirement for the players in this round. Due to this requirement, Inami's players must adopt a radical approach On Base.
Only then can you interfere with the pitcher on the base. If the pitcher switches to a fixed pitch, the power of the ball will be weakened.
So the new hitter stood directly at the front, close to Home Plate, blocking the inside corner area.
In the pitcher's sight, the originally narrow Strike Zone range seems to be squeezed even smaller by the batter.
If you throw inside the corner at this time, it will be a very big challenge to the pitcher's psychology.
However, the opposing catcher's mask moved slightly toward the batter for a moment, and Signals hit the first ball directly underneath.
'The inner angle is low.. ' The catcher didn't make any appeasing movements, including his expression, which was hidden in the shadows. The only command that came was, 'The inner corner is low! '
Furuya, who still didn't know what rejection was, felt the wall of resistance in his heart was quickly torn down.
Since this is what the catcher asked for——
What emerges in the pitcher's mind is the pitching feeling of various types of balls solidified in his body. It is like the instinct of breathing and movement is preserved in the brain stem, so that humans will not forget to breathe while sleeping or unconsciously, or suddenly forget how to maintain balance and how to cooperate with two feet while running.
In the six months since he actually became a pitcher, a part of Furuya's brain has gradually solidified into an area that preserves the pitcher's instinct.
But now, this area is resisting his surface emotions.
There is a visual weight difference between the right Batter's Box, occupied by human figures, and the empty left Batter's Box. The full inner corners are now heavy, making people's eyes want to run to the outer corners to maintain 'social distance'.
But the catcher's instruction was to keep the inside angle low, and the glove sat there silently.
"It's weird. I'm tired. I want to throw a ball to first base, but there are no runners." ' Inside Corner Ball, which was easy just now, suddenly became difficult.
Furuya's eyes looked at the gloves behind him through the blockage of the hitter's body. 'As long as you look at the gloves, the only target is the gloves. '
As soon as this thought came out, all the emotions just now were swept away, "Yeah, I'm just throwing the ball into the glove. It goes straight in and won't hit anyone." '
Stepping out, the pitcher's instinct took over the body again, and before Furuya realized it, the ball had been released.
Then, the ball rushed towards Home Plate, the batter suddenly stepped back, the catcher's glove opened, the dark color covered the dazzling white, and the baseball disappeared from sight.
"Pa—" In an instant, the dust settled.
Furuya then realized that he had just thrown a Inside Corner Ball ball that grazed the batter's body, but the referee looked at the batter and did not judge the ball as a dangerous ball.
"Good shot!"
Finally this sound reached Furuya's ears.
'Ah, I actually voted it out. ' He looked at his right hand reflexively and felt something was broken unconsciously, like an epiphany.
Many slow people cannot quickly interpret the feelings of others, nor can they quickly sort out their own messy emotions, but they can slowly experience the true raw materials of their emotions from the ups and downs in the stir-fried inner conflicts.
'Just now, I solved it myself. I don't know if Senior Miyuki noticed it.. 'Furuya looked up to the opposite side, but received no answer. There was only a white ball thrown back, which was caught reflexively by the pitcher.
The catcher didn't notice the abnormality on the opposite side. There were too many things to pay attention to on the field, including the fielding position, the batter's reaction, and how to match the next ball.
'Yoshi, the last ball went into the inside corner very well. This guy Furuya had no idea of hitting the opponent at all. Should I say he was obedient or heartless? 'If Shirakawa doesn't dodge the ball, it will be a touching ball.
At this time, I can only praise the pitcher who threw such Inside Corner Ball as a great player. Of course, there is a second person who can be praised as a great pitcher.
Shirakawa was frightened by the close ball and suddenly stepped back, then stood in the same position again.
'Hey, you're not flinching at all? 'Miyuki After noticing this, Pitching Strategy's mind immediately changed.
So the glove was once again placed at the inner corner.
This time the inside angle is high.
Furuya took a sharp breath, and the urge to shake his head brewed in his heart. At this moment, the catcher's glove put more pressure on him than the batter's bat.
It was precisely because the ball was thrown so well just now that he hesitated. Before he realized it, he had already thrown the ball instinctively. But no one can guarantee that the next goal will be exactly the same as the previous one.
In particular, the height of the glove is closer to the batter's head.
'what to do? ' Involuntarily, people will assume what they would do if the person they wanted to imitate or surpass were here. 'Kōshū, I will definitely invest in it at this time. '
Thinking this, the pitcher nodded, missing the opportunity to shake his head.
Normal heart, normal heart.
Just look at the glove, look at the glove, but I couldn't help but notice the helmet near the glove.
At this moment, Furuya, who had just broken through the psychological barrier on his own, lost the familiar touch on his hand.
When the ball is released, the pitcher is more concerned about the ball's position than the batter.
'Fool! Wrong throw! ' The glove moves toward the red center position.
But the batter didn't give him this chance. A bat hit the center of the ball, and White Shadow disappeared from the catcher's face in a millisecond.
It's Friday, but I'm not happy at all!!
A full-day meeting in the morning, and a project report in the afternoon
There were ten people in total, and I was ranked second to last in the report...
It's simply a torment!!! The sooner I finish speaking, the sooner I get relief. Now I have to listen to the reports of eight people for the rest of my life before I can end the beating of gongs and drums in my heart...
I want to arrive on Saturday as soon as I close my eyes...