"Are you okay? Just now -" Amidst the mutual encouragement, Haruichi came to the front.
"It's okay, it's okay." Kōshū waved his hand, as if he heard something exaggerated.
"Eh?" Haruichi stayed where he was, watching the other party go deep into Dugout, picking up a towel and wiping his sweat, "But I haven't even finished speaking, how do you know what I'm asking?"
The suspicion in his heart increased, Haruichi's eyes were hidden behind his bangs, and he decided to observe more.
"Minato, it's your turn to strike."
Kuramochi was shouting, Haruichi responded and went out carrying the bat.
At the same time, the inner speculation still continued, 'Is it the emergency stop just now? '
In fact, it was so chaotic that I couldn't even notice that much.
First Narumiya Mei made an astonishing fall, then Kōshū stopped by falling, and finally Inami's side blocked the runner. Even so, Kōshū almost ran back, which shows how chaotic the scene was.
The shouts in the stadium, the shouts of the audience, and the various running figures made Haruichi not notice that anything was wrong at that time.
But it was too late to think about this now. Haruichi felt his feet automatically stop on Batter's Box.
The game in the first half of the seventh inning has begun. If you can't share the pitcher's secret, you must at least share the responsibility for the team's victory. Almost instantly, Haruichi's heart started beating wildly at this thought.
His body also felt cold and hot. When he was hot, what came to his mind was the hot breath after On Base. When he was cold, what he recalled was the cold wind and atmosphere all the way back to Dugout.
"Huh——" Narumiya Mei The pain in his chest has gradually eased, thanks to the layer of muscles he has developed over the past two years, otherwise his internal organs would have been shocked to the point of pain. When he threw his body, he only had the white ball in his eyes. When he finally felt the solid touch of the ball being caught in his glove, he thought about the landing buffer in a few milliseconds. Of course, God would not open a window for him to pause time to pose or something.
So he hit the ground firmly. The baseball field was full of sand, but the moment he fell, his chest felt like he had been hit by a stone. There was a dull pain, and the vibration was transmitted to his whole body through his bones.
After being frozen for a moment, he reacted and threw the ball to Hayakawa.
After desperately sending the runner out, facing the concern of his teammates and the cold face of Kunimoto Manager, Narumiya Mei deeply realized his mistake.
'Why is it so easy to get serious when playing against that pitcher? '
After denying that he cared too much about losing once, he could only admit that the opponent was superior and worthy of being noticed by Japan's Number One Left-Handed Pitcher.
However, Kōshū did prove this point, and what was given to Narumiya Mei was an equally solid throw.
The same desperate effort made Inajitsu Ace in front not so aggressive when he fell.
Of course, this also made the spectators at the stadium excited. The aces of both sides were like a hot-blooded boy cartoon. Two fateful enemies in the same area, who knows your opponent better than anyone else.
"Play ball!"
Following the order, both the offensive and defensive sides tensed up.
Hayakawa recalled the method used when he got this batter out last time, "This wooden bat has helped us here. If it doesn't hit the center of the ball, it will be difficult to deal with Narumiya's pitch." '
So at this time, all you need to do is use a wooden stick on Pitching Strategy under these conditions.
'Narumiya, this hitter, can we just use Changeup as the core to Pitching Strategy? '
Narumiya Mei nodded. Although it was only the third bat, the hitter's accuracy in selecting the ball was still surprising. Only with his most exquisite Changeup could he achieve the goal of striking out the opponent.
By the way, there must have been a second baseman with pink hair in last year's Seido team.
After Daoshi surrendered and understood each other, the next thing was easy.
A straight shot first!
Because there were more Inside Corner Ball shown to Minato last time, I changed Outside Corner Ball to the first ball this time.
Haruichi stood at the forefront of Batter's Box and could clearly see the trajectory of the fierce straight ball heading towards the outside corner, but the entire hitting rhythm did not keep up. 'Outside Corner Ball looked slower than the inside corner. '
"Touch——" Because the baseball was not hit at the right contact point, the duel between the pitcher and the batter on this ball ended at lightning speed above the home plate, and the conclusion was quickly drawn.
"Foul Ball!"
'My swing isn't quite right. 'Haruichi opened his arms and stabilized the posture of holding the bat again. The touch in his hands was still there, and the weak feeling of not hitting the center of the ball was still there.
'What's next after Outside Corner Ball? ' Because he wanted to be responsible for the team's victory, Haruichi was highly concentrated, with all the pores in his body open, constantly capturing external information.
'It's best to use Inside Corner Ball to match it at this time. If Miyuki, he will be like Pitching Strategy. ' Thinking of this, the batter's stance remained motionless as he approached Home Plate. In his mind, the path of Inside Corner Ball was locked.
Narumiya Mei took steps again. His uniform was white, his hat was white, and even his hair color was light. Even the white baseballs on his fingertips seemed to be part of him.
'Coming! ' Without any words, Haruichi had already activated the bat. The wind at home plate was disturbed, and finally obeyed the direction of the bat and headed towards the small ball.
"Wow -" Kōshū doesn't know why, but now he is particularly concerned about Haruichi's blow. Maybe it's the unclear inquiry just now, or the attention of Central Batting Lineup itself? What he is thinking now is - Haruichi This game is too aggressive, only two balls, just swinging the bat -
Just when all the thoughts were generated through neurotransmission in the brain, Haruichi's striking action stopped for a moment.
Everyone reacted quickly, "Change speed??"
"Pa—" Kominato was so persistent in aiming for the inside-angle straight ball that he didn't even prepare for the possibility that it was an inside-angle Changeup.
"Good shot!"
It was two good balls to chase the ball, but the batter's inner words at the moment were, 'Narumiya Mei's Changeup, indeed Batter's Box's is as sharp as Kōshū's. ' Thinking of the end, he was even a little happy, after all, now he could almost see Inajitsu Ace's ball types.
Then it's time to fight back.
"Touch——"
"Foul Ball!"
"Pa—"
"Bad ball!"
"You're watching, use your big eyes under your bangs to see the ball!"
"Come on Minato!"
Amidst such voices, whether it was troublesome or sincere, Kominato piled up the number of balls to two good and three bad.
'It's already been 10 goals, and this batter is really difficult to deal with. 'Hayakawa Thinking that the opponent would have an extra hit rate by using a wooden stick, he gritted his teeth and issued the next Signals to the ace.
The pitcher shook his head.
Hayakawa's hand shrank, and since he couldn't hit another bad ball Signals, the pitcher wanted to fight with a straight ball to relieve his anger at having just hit so many balls.
'Come on then, straight shot! '
Hayakawa's glove gave Narumiya Mei confidence. He stared at the outside corner and threw the next ball.
"Touch——"
"Ah! Right field!"
I realized the obvious benefits of writing articles for me
Today I had a battle with the director because of something, and then I used nearly 1,000 words to analyze the whole thing for her. I almost didn't have to think about it in the middle of the writing. This is really a visible improvement.