Kōshū understood in an instant the complicated look on senior Kuramochi. After all, he had also shown that look when he looked at Senior Nozawa who was jumping around repeatedly in the team.
"Don't look so distant." Senior Nozawa suddenly came closer, trying to pull Kōshū, who had just joined the team, into the group.
"You guys, were you before..." The senior was very considerate and did not say any more, but Kōshū later slowly integrated into Kinoshita Little League's team and became the ace of the new team. Nozawa pretended to wipe his tears and said, "Kōshū, it turns out that you can still dissolve in water, but the dissolution speed is relatively slow."
"Senior Nozawa, last but not least, can you please say something useful?" Kōshū 'reprimanded' the senior.
But after such a little understanding, Kōshū really felt that the knot in his heart was slowly being resolved. Maybe it was like Michelangelo said, 'The statue is in the stone, I just removed the unnecessary parts. '
All the experiences are like a chiseling knife, digging out the real Kōshū.
He once despised people gathering together blindly like sheep, once despised everyone's abominable soul, and was once surprised that his own soul was not much nobler than others.
The human world is like a large farmer's market at your doorstep, good and bad, fragrant and smelly, just a few steps away from each other, the smells are mixed together, and everyone is crowded and barely exists.
So in the end, he still lowered his body, like a beggar, rummaging for those things that were not broken, shining with glimmers of kindness and warmth, and kept them in his arms.
"Bump--" The sound on the court brought Kōshū back from his thoughts. Looking back, senior Kuramochi's expression had already returned to normal and he was patting the railing to cheer for his partner.
"Minato! Yossi!"
"Haruo! From today on, you are Haruo!" Four hits and three hits. No wonder Eijun specially changed the advertising slogan.
Even the audience is starting to look forward to it.
"It's those three sticks again!"
"On Base several times today, right? Have you counted them?"
Of course there are grumpy voices.
"Seido, okay, hurry up and score!"
It's not the audience's fault. They've had ten hits, but rarely connected them. There are only 2 runs on the board now.
"Four strikes, four strikes."
"Seido, come on!"
"Take one out!"
Miyuki Listening to these chaotic cheers, there was a drop of cold sweat on my forehead.
'Hey, hey, don't make Home Run sound so relaxed, okay? '
As the team's catcher, four-bat and captain, taking care of everything at the same time and maintaining his own growth, it is really a big test for him.
But at this time, Ichidai Third pitcher was not so relaxed. It was obviously two outs, and the three batters had already piled up the full count. One more strike, and the inning could have ended smoothly. However, he lost touch on the last straight ball and pitched it in a very sweet position.
As a result, we have to face Seido's four-bats with two outs and one base man on.
"Time!" The catcher came to Pitcher's Mound in time, "How is it? Does it feel wrong?"
The catcher didn't dare to ask if he was out of strength again. He could feel the pitcher's will from the pitch he received.
However, many times, willpower is dependent on physical fitness. People cannot pull themselves off the ground, nor can they still maintain excellent condition when their physical strength is exhausted to the end.
"Haha, the strength I have left now is just enough to deal with the four sticks of a Seido." Amakuhisa still looks like that.
"..." The catcher couldn't help but think of what Dugout discussed in the previous games.
"The opponent's ace's pitching rhythm seems to have accelerated." This was not an illusion. After the game was halfway through, Seido's ace obviously began to want to stir up the game.
"But if he speeds up the pace rashly like this, he will be very tired." Everyone thought that they would not be able to last until the end, but they did not expect that the first one to be thundered would be their own ace.
No wonder, although Amakuhisa is a second grader, he has been completely neglected for more than half a year.
The first result of the faster pitching rhythm is that the batter's reaction time is shortened. Almost as soon as the last ball is over, the next ball comes again, and the switching speed of the half inning is therefore much faster.
As a result, Ichidai Third's ace rest time is shortened a lot, and after physical exertion, the time required to deal with hitters in each round is also lengthened, which will further consume physical strength and create a vicious cycle.
It might not be too obvious at first, but then after Amakuhisa came off the court, he began not to practice shooting to maintain his condition, but just sat in Dugout to rest.
"Hey, don't look like that, this is the finals of Autumn Tournament! I really appreciate your tolerance for being able to go all the way to this point."
"Eh? Why suddenly?"
"Ah, I don't know why, but I always feel that I will get into trouble later. I want to say something nice first so that you can forgive me."
"Huh? You're such a careless guy, don't start talking like crazy all of a sudden!"
The timeout has ended, and the catcher can only get this little rest time. He finally pointed to the ace and said, "Don't worry about the runner, we only need one out next."
"Hey, hey, you are setting the flag!"
Wiping the sweat from his face, Amakuhisa felt lighter because of this gag.
"Two out!"
"One more out!"
"Huh——" Amakuhisa took a deep breath of the air above Pitcher's Mound, shook his shoulders, and looked towards home plate.
At the end of his gaze, there was the catcher whose expression could not be seen clearly. Signals was communicating softly in silence.
Amakuhisa nodded and looked up at the Seido four sticks on Batter's Box.
'By the way, this guy is obviously handsome. He looks like the type that girls will like at first glance. ' He has had girlfriends all the way, so he knows women very well. This kind of guy who seems to have a good brain is the most popular among girls. 'He is still a catcher, so he is even more popular. How pitiful, Kōshū, with his kind of appearance, he will probably only be liked by his sister. '
Amakuhisa raised his legs high and exerted all the force brought by the shift of his center of gravity on the small ball.
The arm was swung down quickly, and the sound of breaking through the air rang in his ears. After leaving Pitcher's Mound, the small ball, still carrying a bit of the pitcher's body temperature, quickly headed towards the outside corner of the batter.
But Miyuki had no desire to swing the bat at all, and just watched the baseball pass by quietly.
"Bad ball!"
Ichidai Third The catcher is not surprised by the batter's caution. Anyway, this bad ball is also used to set the stage.
'Next, there's Slider in the inner corner. '
By using two bad balls inside and outside, the batter's field of vision is widened, so that some balls that rub the sideline will have to swing.
However, the catcher had no idea what would happen next.
"Bad ball!" After two bad balls in succession, Amakuhisa seemed to be a little unsure of the good ball and continued to throw a bad ball.
With two outs and one base occupied, the current number of balls in the four bats is no good balls and three bad balls, and the pitcher is already exhausted at this time...
'Slider Turn into the outside corner, take a good shot, can't waste any more shots. '
Amakuhisa nodded, turned around to look at the calm Minato, and then quickly threw the ball.
But the ball slightly hooked his finger.
'It's over! '
A Wild Pitch that almost flew out.
"Four balls, walk!"