In the sixth game, Kōshū jogged up to Pitcher's Mound, and as expected, he felt the attention from Ichidai Third.
And among the crowd of stares, the thing that made the hair crawl on his back the most was the look in the opponent's pitcher's eyes, 'Why are you looking at me so intently?? This person's character is really strange! '
It's a pity that God didn't hear his voice.
"Bump--" As Ichidai Third's eight-bat was once again tricked by Changeup, the pitcher with bright eyes stood on Batter's Box opposite Kōshū.
"Yeah, it's amazing. There are no Wild Pitch or four bad guys. How did you do it?" Amakuhisa, who was familiar with the situation, seemed to have forgotten the embarrassing situation he faced last time, or he didn't feel embarrassed at all.
"Eh?" Suddenly being asked this question again, Miyuki felt an inexplicable drop of cold sweat on his forehead.
Memories of his past were going through his mind crazily. Amakuhisa This was like a friend pulling Xiantian away. He began to doubt himself, 'Could it be that he and I knew each other before? '
"Ahem——" Miyuki pretended to clear his throat and delayed the 'round of answering for himself'.
But the other party was not going to let him go, "Will you go back directly after the game later? Can you apply? How about having a meal together later? I know there is a karaoke bar nearby that serves delicious curry rice."
"Ahem - please prepare the batter to hit." The referee interrupted directly. Although he was also curious about the relationship between the players, but now he was at work, and only a faint question remained in his mind, 'So they were friends before? Later, because they belonged to two different schools, they parted ways and stopped contacting each other. Occasionally, I sent a message to the other party with my swipe, but it showed that the other party was no longer a friend. Only then did I understand how precious a friendship I had missed, and now one of them wanted to regain this friendship through gags in the game. It looks like the hitter was the one who made the mistake. '
After thinking about such a long list, it did not occupy much of the head referee's brain memory. He could still accurately judge that this ball was a good ball.
"Good shot!"
Amakuhisa didn't swing the bat at all. The more he looked at this pitch, the more amazing it became.
"It's so straight, that straight ball!"
Fortunately, he just praised it softly and did not go back to ask the catcher for his opinion.
But it also made Miyuki sweat on his back a little. The ball he just shot was extremely complete. It almost penetrated the air from Pitcher's Mound and hit home plate. Up to this point, it was normal. After Kōshū's brutal training and frequent competitions in high school, he was able to throw such a quality straight ball in about half the time. With his super high accuracy, it is not an exaggeration to be called a veritable 'Missile-kun'.
However, such pitches usually only occur when the top line is hit. This is what they have already said below. After all, it is not easy to control such pitches.
'Is this guy angry? What is he angry about? Because I talked to this hitter? 'Miyuki doesn't understand why Kōshū is so Full power, 'Or maybe it's because this hitter is the opponent's ace and he wants to show off? '
This answer seemed a bit reliable, so Miyuki, who was behind the mask, said with a bit of surprise in his eyes, 'It turns out that you also have such a youthful attitude. '
Fortunately, Kōshū couldn't see Miyuki's expression clearly, otherwise he would be even more angry.
What is he angry about now?
'What are you looking at? Aren't you a pitcher yourself? ' Why do you have to show exclamation to the enemy's pitcher? It's really irritating, 'You are Ichidai Third's ace! '
While the other players in Ichidai Third were gradually getting sad, their ace was like a patch of red among the green bushes, and did not seem to feel heavy due to the two points on his body.
'I heard that you quit the club midway and then came back. Is this how you face the supervisors and teammates who tolerate you? ' Seeing the interest in the batter on the other side, Kōshū couldn't help but smile a cruel smile.
The direction is the inside corner of the pitcher. After a straight ball from Outside Low Corner, followed by a straight ball from the inside corner, this is Kōshū's specialty. He is also looking forward to the frightened expression on the opponent's face.
Taking a sudden step, Kōshū suddenly buckled his outstretched arm inward. At this time, his fingers were not placed vertically behind the ball, but a little to the side.
It's not a straight shot.
Kōshū shook his head continuously, letting Miyuki change all the ball types to Signals, and finally hesitantly and incredulously changed to the last one, 'Then the next ball, Slider? '
The pitcher nodded.
'Real or false, inner corner Slider? ' The catcher was now convinced of his inference, that the pitcher was acting juvenile, but Miyuki, who rarely saw this, wanted to make a fuss with Kōshū.
'Haha, in front of the famous pitcher Slider, pitch Slider, it's really yours, Kōshū! But be careful not to hit anyone! '
Kōshū Of course he didn't want to hit anyone and give someone a one-base hit for nothing. At this time, he had already lost his temper anyway, and it was obviously impossible for him to stop it.
Therefore, this ball must be the most sensitive to the touch of your fingers.
"Recall the memory of that wonderful Slider for the first time," Kōshū thought he had forgotten it, but the scene at that moment, the smell of the air on the court at that time, and his mood at that time all came to his mind.
It's like two warm and cold currents colliding in the sea. The warm ones rise to the surface, while the cold ones are pushed into the deep sea. Under the conflict, the mud, algae and creatures on the bottom of the sea are pushed up. Things that I thought I could no longer remember have all seen the sun.
'This is what it feels like! ' And in that piece of memory that was retrieved, Kōshū accurately found the feeling at that moment when he took action, 'At this moment! Take action! '
A white light flashed from Kōshū's peripheral vision, and he knew: It's done!
The batter was still waiting for the ball with great interest, but in the next second, the smile on his face could not be maintained, and a white ball came straight towards his face, 'Touch? '
No way, isn't that person most famous for his ability to control the ball?
But the dangerous nerves started to move before Amakuhisa's consciousness came to a conclusion. He leaned back suddenly to avoid the touching ball.
But the ball was right in front of him, as if he felt the breath of a person, it suddenly turned inward and passed Strike Zone in front of the batter.
"Pa—" he jumped into the catcher's glove on the inside corner, and the sound rang in Amakuhisa's ears.
"Good shot!"
Is that a Slider?
That's my Slider???
In an instant, all the light emotions left him, and Amakuhisa's eyes also showed a frightening light, 'Really or not, that is my signature Slider! '
Then on the opposite side Pitcher's Mound, the pitcher's provocative look was caught in the batter's eyes.
'Haha, finally get serious. 'Kōshū thought with a little joy.