In a short time, it was already two outs, and the Kyoma University ace was still in high form.
But the restlessness on the court is not because of this state, but——
A man walked up, his posture was very relaxed, he came to Batter's Box loosely, and two seconds later, he took the striking posture and became as stable as a rock.
"Seido, fight out!"
"One more shot!"
"That's what I want to see!"
This kind of one-sided shouting is like a wave of waves, impacting the Kyoma University players.
"The audience is completely on the side of Seido..."
"So, we must not be beaten out this time."
Amidst the shouts, Kyoma University's support was caught in the middle.
"Come on, ace!"
"Get him out of here!"
For the three people at the center of the duel, they couldn't care less about listening to these sounds, and their only energy was used to observe each other.
'His state must be interrupted.. ' This is what Renji realized in the last round. He once heard Hongo say that this hitter said that he could enter a state similar to flow, and in that state, he could do almost anything.
So, how to do it?
A drop of sweat slid down the catcher's cheek, and he felt a trace of anxiety. Under this anxiety, he suddenly realized, 'Flow feeds on attention and energy, and a person's attention storage is actually limited.. '
So a good way to interrupt this state is to continuously consume the hitter's attention.
"Play ball!"
Just when the catcher figured this out, the game officially began.
On Pitcher's Mound, Hongo glanced at Kōshū on the opposite side several times, and then remembered the previous games. When Renji talked about Kōshū's batting average, he said nonchalantly, 'That kind of state doesn't happen often, so don't be too vigilant. '
Maybe because he had defeated Kōshū several times in a row, he naturally looked down on Kōshū in his heart, and then thought that what the other party produced would not be too superior.
This is an unavoidable subconscious state, even if he clearly knows that Hagar did not win Kōshū head-on.
But it was this friend he made looking down on that caused so much trouble.
'High self-esteem' and 'arrogant and complacent', these two words were forced into his stomach, and it was difficult to digest them for a long time. He could not accept that he was such a person, so he could only open a small mouth, thinking that he only showed these two shortcomings when facing Kōshū.
Of course, if Kōshū on Batter's Box knows about it, he must complain about it, and he can feel what it feels like to feel superior to others through paper letters.
Now Kōshū has no emotions at all, no joy or happiness, just peace.
When the ball comes, swing the bat, run away if it hits, and keep hitting if it can't hit.
He held the bat tightly, and the rough feeling of the tape rubbed into his palm, but then the feeling in his hand slowly disappeared, as if the bat had melted into his body, 'The feeling is coming.. '
My heart sank to the bottom of the water, and I stared ahead, just waiting for a baseball to come to me.
In the distance, the pitcher moved.
As soon as the pitcher's feet move, the rhythm machine in the hitter's mind begins to move.
The pitcher takes a step, and the batter's outstretched foot retracts simultaneously.
Among the chaos of colors, white suddenly appeared.
Immediately, the batter smelled the attack, and all the pores in his body opened with excitement.
The next moment, that bit of white was finally free and came through the sky like thunder.
Staring closely at the direction of the ball, Kōshū felt that the tendons on the back of his head were tense, and time slowed down in front of him again.
Slowly, in the blink of an eye of an ordinary person, countless information has poured into his brain. The pictures he saw, the sounds he heard, the tastes he smelled, and the feeling of the wind blowing on his arms. All the information was received unconditionally by Kōshū like an explosion.
Such high-speed and large-volume processing is completely different from the normal-speed flow of things. It is impossible to consciously sort out the logical chain in the cerebral cortex. All conclusions are drawn at the moment when neurotransmitters are transmitted.
Why does the body suddenly tense up when danger approaches, before the brain realizes it? Why is it that when a person is burned, his hand is withdrawn before his brain realizes the pain?
It is an instinct that humans have evolved over tens of thousands of years. Before the modern human brain evolved, humans had been facing this dangerous world for tens of thousands of years. Therefore, as the last organ to evolve, it is normal for humans to have some abilities that the brain cannot understand.
Just like now, in an island country surrounded by sea, under a clear blue sky, in a stadium crowded with thousands of people, a child is demonstrating the instinct that exists in his body. It seems that he has just discovered it and is not very skilled yet.
Before he could see the rotation of the ball clearly, Kōshū already felt that it was a bad ball from the outside corner.
He raised his arm without swinging the bat.
"Pah——"
"Bad ball!"
Sure enough, they became very cautious about surrendering.
This ball was also thrown very cleverly. If it had been half a ball inside, Kōshū would have had to swing.
After Home Plate, the catcher threw the ball back to the pitcher. His cheeks were stinging with sweat. He nodded to the people on Pitcher's Mound, indicating that the plan would continue.
The second ball also requires excellent ball control ability, which is a very high requirement for pitchers entering the final game.
'I can do it! 'Hongo has basically stabilized his turbulent mind. The conclusion is that he just wants to admit that there is a problem with his attitude and does not want to admit that there is a problem with his strength, so he must win this elimination.
But before pitching—
"Time!"
Let's pause first.
The catcher ran towards Pitcher's Mound. Kōshū, who was standing on Batter's Box, relaxed his posture, rubbed his eyebrows twice, and suppressed the state. He continued to maintain this state, consuming a huge amount of energy every second.
As for the two players who gathered on Pitcher's Mound, the center of the conversation was still the opposing hitter.
"Next, we need to make good use of all the balls and the space of good and bad balls to consume the opponent, no problem."
Hongo looked at Batter's Box again, then nodded, "No problem."
"Then I need you to extend the time between pitches, no problem."
Hongo frowned and started to step on the soil with his head down again, and his mood became irritable again. It was like this again, it was like this when Hagar was there, every time he had to use various tricks to achieve his goal.
"Masamune, the ball you throw not only represents yourself, but also represents everyone behind you, okay?"
The pitcher looked directly at his friend with anger. "I believe in my pitching."
The timeout was not enough. Renji did not continue to persuade. He just patted the pitcher on the shoulder and returned to Home Plate.
The restart of the game meant that Kōshū needed to start that state again. He frowned and calmed down.
Double update today, finish posting this plot point
I just discovered now that writing original works is almost ten times more difficult than writing fan fiction.
When writing a fanfic, the original author has actually figured out the outline and general plot.
I finally recalled the reason why I kept digging holes and not filling them.
That is to write original works. Even the author needs to slowly accumulate love for the story. As for fan fiction, the author only writes because of love. There is a fundamental difference between the two.