"Dong dong dong," his heart was beating wildly. Kōshū stood on the second base bag. He couldn't hear the loud cheers and cheers on the field. Only the strong heartbeat and drum beat was left, "Dong dong, dong dong."
The state of being almost immersed in hitting the ball was the 'most delicious' thing he had tasted so far. His body and mind were in the best state at the same time, as if he had become a god on the court, able to hit the ball as he pleased.
'I can do anything! ' The sky is high enough for birds to fly, and the sea is wide enough for fish to leap. At that moment, he broke out of the inherent boundaries, and in front of him was a wilderness waiting to be conquered.
"Dong dong, dong dong." The heartbeat gradually calmed down.
Although it was only for a moment, Kōshū believed that he saw the scene of a top hitter. Slider, Decisive Ball, and high school students' games may all be as childish as children playing house in front of those hitters.
'Is that where I'm going? 'Kōshū's footsteps were two steps away from the base. He almost relied on his body awareness to avoid a hit and jumped back to second base.
'So what to do? ' His heart felt empty. No one had ever told him about it, and he had never taken the initiative to learn about it.
'How can I retain this feeling! ' The feeling in the hands slowly receded, the heartbeat rate has slowly dropped from its highest point, the percussion repertoire has long been changed, and the audience's attention has shifted to the next duel.
Kōshū suddenly had an urge to cry, a feeling of deprivation that he wanted to keep something urgently, but could only watch it drain away from his fingertips. The heavy loss surged into a river in his body. Sorrow, this psychological word, turned into a realistic physical feeling, accumulating in his chest.
Finally, he opened his mouth and exhaled softly, fearing that the air would hear his cries.
He never knew that he could be so sentimental. As the ancients said, if you hear the truth in the morning and die in the evening, maybe this is the case.
'There is no way,' although he has not tried it, but maybe it can't be done. He immediately accepted this reality. Slowly, all the soreness and pain in his body subsided, and the game filled the remaining gaps in his body again.
"Two out!"
Of course, when Kōshū was in a turbulent mood, the duel had already decided the winner. Lang Zhi failed to beat That Slider after all. His eyesight has always been better than that of his brother, but his physical condition limited his performance.
'That Slider, that's awesome. No wonder my brother has been practicing this ball before. 'The lateral displacement is so large that it can completely deceive the batter's eyes, which is enough for games where there are only three or four opportunities to adapt.
At the same time, after striking out the Seido hitter with two Sliders, Amakuhisa was finally able to confirm that his Slider was still in good condition, although the ones he struck out were all Seido's lower hitters.
'So, being able to fight is entirely a matter of personal ability. ' I didn't expect that Seido's ace pitcher would surpass him so much in the field of hitting. For Amakuhisa, the lack of training that was once missed is truly reflected in his hitting ability.
'There are really geniuses everywhere. ' He probably already has a feeling that this Slider can deal with hitters below a certain level, but once it reaches a high-level stage, maybe this ball's dominance will not be so strong, 'It's so difficult. '
As of today, it's just Tokyo's game. There may be many hitters like Kōshū across the country who are better than he imagined.
"I want to avenge Senior Manaka!" At that time, Amakuhisa expressed his will to return to the supervisor. Amakuhisa was mentally prepared. Maybe the road ahead would be extremely difficult. The half-year period when he was so happy would become something that is difficult to look back on when he is in pain later.
'I don't want to regret it! ' Stepping out suddenly, Amakuhisa threw the white ball towards home plate.
"Three out, switch sides!"
Kōshū lowered his head and ran crosswise with the contestant Ichidai Third. He had no expression. Although he had escaped from that sentimental state, the change in his mental state was so great that even if he separated, it would leave traces.
The disappointment that could not be concealed was on Ace's face. Everyone saw it, and they were a little too embarrassed to say anything.
Kataoka Manager glanced this way and didn't say anything.
When the team falls behind, the ace shows his low mood, which will drive down the morale of the entire team. And when he was leading, the always calm and mature Ace showed that expression——
"I'm sorry, I was deceived by That Slider in the end." Seeing this situation, Lang Zhi decided to apologize first in exchange for leniency.
"Eh?" Kōshū came back to his senses but still didn't understand what he meant.
But everyone was instantly moved by these words.
"Sorry, you really wanted to score when you were on the bases just now." Tojo's hit was not done well, and the ball flew into the infield, making Kōshū at second base unable to move.
"What are you doing with that expression? We are still in the lead!" Senior Kuramochi took out his gloves and ran to the field at the lead, leaving only these words.
Even Eijun came over, as if Izakaya were getting together after get off work, and grabbed Kōshū's shoulders (this action was a bit difficult for him to do), "Yes, yes, brother, please take a look at the strong men here, they will definitely score you points."
"Huh?" Kōshū finally understood what this scene was about, but he was first attracted by Eijun's terrifying words, "What? Could it be that I am a princess? What kind of strong man is needed to score points?"
"Pfft, that's a good explanation." Hearing this tone, he knew it was the catcher who was just watching the fun and not taking it too seriously.
"Miyuki——Senior——"
Miyuki quickly reacted to the threat in this protracted voice, cleared his throat, and finally took action to save his partner, "Ahem, okay, it's our turn. Right, ACE!"
As expected, everyone's crowd relaxed, but Kōshū hadn't replied yet. There was a "Teng" sound next to him, and a person began to burn silently. Furuya repeated the catcher's words, "ACE?"
Surrounded by people, Dugout was handed over together, and even gloves and hats were handed over to him. Kōshū walked to the field a little frustrated.
Behind him, where he wasn't paying attention, Eijun patted Furuya on the shoulder, "Look, that's ACE."
Standing in the depths of Dugout, surrounded only by air and luggage, are two first-year substitute pitchers. At the entrance of Dugout, the back figure that attracts everyone's attention is the team's ace.
"Ace..." The two of them chanted at the same time, wanting to be the ace.
Eijun I can't remember how long it has been since I said, "I want to be the ace." "Such a situation is really embarrassing." '
The layoff target has been issued, and the atmosphere is terrifyingly dull.
In stark contrast, everyone's crazy comments in various chat groups
There are those who complain, those who are worried, and those who curse, but more often than not, the workers who support families with RVs express fatigue and caution in their words.