"Three out, switch sides!"
In the sixth round, Ichidai Third returned without success again.
Amakuhisa, who was in Ichidai Third Dugout, finally had his face merged with the others.
It has been six games, and Ichidai Third has only gotten one hit from the ace Seido. The game is unstoppably sliding into the abyss they don't want to go.
In the auditorium, the audience who had been following Autumn Tournament recently started chatting.
"This pitcher feels even better than what he saw on the tape."
"That's right, after all, he defeated the pitcher Narumiya Mei."
"Yes, yes, have you seen Hajia? This pitcher made his last appearance in the summer and did not let Inomi hit out. Counting summer, he has already beaten Narumiya Mei twice."
"But I read in a magazine that Inajitsu Ace is the strongest left-hander of the era." However, this person's words were immediately interrupted by this friend he had just met.
"So - just the strongest left-hander." This sentence attracted another person to join the battle.
"If that's the case, is Kyoma University, the ace who won the Xia League this year, the strongest right-hander of the era?"
"Well... that's right." The old man tilted his head and couldn't help but be speechless. "Speaking of which, such powerful pitchers are all showing up together. I really don't know what the professional baseball draft will be like in the future."
After that, Ichidai Third came on the stage and started practicing, and the conversation among the uncles turned to other places.
The person next to him heard the last Hayakawa, and finally let out the breath he had been holding for a long time from his lungs. He looked at the frozen face of Narumiya next to him, and he was afraid that he would breathe too loudly and attract the other party's anger.
But I don't know if the sound of this deep breath was too loud. Narumiya Mei's face suddenly turned around, "Hayakawa, what are you laughing at?"
"Eh? Narumiya, I'm not laughing!"
"I heard you."
"So, I didn't smile at all." I almost didn't dare to breathe.
Unexpectedly, these words immediately pierced Ace's fragile heart, and he began to accuse, "I heard it, you must be laughing in your heart."
Of course, after Narumiya Mei said it himself, he was silent for two seconds. Finally, he turned back and looked at the court, pretending that nothing happened.
But suddenly there was a slap on the shoulder from a junior, "Narumiya, goddamn daddy." Narumiya, you have finally matured! After being used to cheating, I finally feel a little more ashamed. As a junior, I am really happy.
Narumiya Mei's eyelids twitched twice, and he shook off the extra palms and comfort.
Fortunately, the game on the field also started at this time. Amidst the cheers, it was Kōshū who had just played Pitcher's Mound.
He casually swung twice on the sidelines and walked towards Batter's Box. Along the way, he could still feel the constant gaze from Pitcher's Mound.
'This pitcher is really baffling. There is also Senior Miyuki, which is also inexplicable. ' Miyuki came over just now and asked Kōshū and Ichidai Third if they knew each other.
"Please give me more advice." After Batter's Box saluted the referee, Kōshū didn't want to look at the pitcher anymore, so he had to focus on the other side. Sure enough, he bumped into an excited eye.
'You give me two outs, I'll give you two back, and the accounts on both sides are wiped out. Next it's time to settle a new account. ' With a sharp look in his eyes, Kōshū's attention was suddenly separated from the chaotic emotions, and he focused on the opposite side.
He didn't say anything anymore, thinking that the opponent's pitcher did not meet the expectations of an ace pitcher. After all, he was just a person who was released from Little Black Room.
After six innings of pitching, Kōshū has basically returned to 70%-80% of his peak level. This excitement and satisfaction, when receiving encouragement from the audience and field staff again and again, inflates bigger and bigger like a balloon, inflating and cautious.
He had the urge to walk on Pitcher's Mound and wait for the referee to warn him before continuing to pitch; or every time he pitched a ball, he wanted to yell at the sky, "I'm back!"
But that is not allowed. The pressure of society and the insistence on his mature personality prevent him from doing such a thing, so this inflated feeling can only be vented towards the other party.
'Come on, come on, come on! 'Kōshū At this moment, his eyes seemed to be burning with flames, all the strength in his body seemed to be inexhaustible, and his adrenaline was everywhere like the bread on sale on Saturday.
I have seen the trajectory of Slider just now many times.
Ichidai Third's catcher thought carefully to Pitching Strategy, 'First pitch Curveball, let's disrupt the rhythm. '
The glove was placed in the outer corner, but unexpectedly the pitcher shook his head.
'Eh? Then a straight shot? The inside corner position prevents him from swinging the bat well. '
Shake his head again.
The catcher looked at the pitcher's eyes full of fighting spirit and the corners of his mouth that unconsciously raised, and understood his thoughts for no reason, 'Is that so? Do you want to use Slider for the first goal? '
The fingers did not hesitate and hit the Signals that the pitcher wanted. Although the catcher was shouting in his heart at this time, "I have been watched many balls in a row, no matter how confident you are with this ball.".. Don't blame me for being kicked out! '
'Tch—if it's beaten out, my Slider will not be beaten out! ' The pitcher naturally understood the reason for the catcher's hesitation, but he did not think about other possibilities. Only the inspired fighting spirit echoed in his chest, and he could no longer hear other sounds.
Taking a sudden step forward, Amakuhisa threw out his arm fiercely, and his pitching method was closer to high three-quarters. In this case, the excellent wingspan and sensitive fingers can together create Slider with a huge lateral span.
In Kōshū's eyes, the pitcher's movements slowed down, and he had the illusion that he saw the pitcher's hand shape in the flash of lightning.
But the ball did come over frame by frame, and the rotating stitches took the white Anti-Slip Powder away. Those smoke-like particles were particularly clear in Kōshū's eyes at this time. He understood that he had entered a mysterious and mysterious situation, and finally understood what Lang Zhi said, 'You can see how many times the ball turns around when it comes.'
'So that's how it is... ' Under such slow-playing conditions, all thoughts seem to slow down simultaneously. Lifting the leg, leading the bat, and hitting the ball become so simple. All you need to do is see the final position of the ball, and then hit that position with the bat.
He didn't even realize what kind of ball it was at the conscious level. Just a moment later, he felt a heavy impact on his hand.
"Bump -" the sound exploded in his ears, and Kōshū knew at this time that he had hit that Slider.
"Right field!!"
"Run!"
"GO! GO! GO!" First Base Coach pointed in the direction of second base, "Second base!"
Kōshū Before his whole soul was completely settled, he was being carried around by his body. From a distance, the ball fell in the rightmost corner of the court.
"Safe!"