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Crack— Four consecutive foul balls had been hit, and now everyone clearly understood that Seido was standing at the edge of a cliff.
What made them even more uneasy was Furuya's condition. No one knew when one of those highly hittable high pitches might appear.
With no other choice, Miyuki changed his Pitching Strategy.
"Ah—" A brief gasp of surprise. This time, the catcher had called for a ball—an aggressive ball, one more pitch inside. But is he going to throw that pitch at a time like this?
Though uncertainty churned in him, Furuya still nodded.
In the Batter's Box, Raichi had clearly noticed the pitcher's hesitation. A thrilling premonition surged through his sympathetic nerves and spread throughout his body. Ripples of shivers ran over his skin, and even his chest felt faintly hot.
It's coming, that pitch!? Because of that deadbeat father of his, Raichi had never enjoyed a normal childhood. His social development lagged far behind others his age, but after years of observing people around him, he could clearly sense it. The pitcher doesn't want to throw this pitch.
So perhaps he would not get that pitch after all. What came next would be consecutive balls, and Seido wanted to walk him again!
I want that pitch—the one that got me out in the first inning! Raichi, already addicted to hitting, would never accept that. All I need to do is force them into a corner!
He gripped the bat tight, ready to unleash the fiercest swing of the game on this pitch.
The pitcher stood sideways, glanced back at first base, then stepped forward. His power formed a chain, all of it poured into the baseball.
It was about to collide with the bat blocking its path, but the batter sensed something wrong first. This