"Bump--" Kōshū looked back, and the ball was hit in front of the center fielder.
"Yoshi——!!"
"Well done!"
In the fourth inning, he finally got a hit, and it came from the pitcher's hand. The visiting team's Dugout was about to boil.
The home team's Seido Dugout had no reaction. After these few rounds, everyone roughly knew the arrangement of this pair of pitchers. There were no other types of balls, only straight balls and Two-Seam Fastball. This kind of competition intensity is equivalent to the level of Seido's internal training.
"Well - Kōshū's straight drive is still in good condition today." This is probably the advantage that Kōshū retains, the accuracy and sharpness of the straight drive.
However, if you only rely on these two kinds of balls, you will eventually be beaten out if you adapt to playing in the second round.
The pitcher on Pitcher's Mound glanced in the direction of first base and stopped paying attention. He concentrated on the catcher's Pitching Strategy.
'Has the other party discovered it yet? ' It's nonsense, but Miyuki's gloves were still placed in the inside corner, 'Here, your best inside corner straight shot! '
Kōshū smiled and nodded. On the one hand, he had the rules he had set and his tired body, and on the other hand, he had the instinct to suppress his opponents as soon as he came on the field. He had matured a little bit in the struggle with his own mood in these games.
'I'm tired, and I want to completely suppress the other person, so stop thinking like a child all day long. ' To be honest, it was a little frustrating, especially when I saw Dugout looking so happy.
When the body is exhausted, it is difficult to maintain a stable mood. Kōshū suppressed the fire in his heart and asked himself, 'What do you want to get? You clearly thought about it before the game and just exercised yourself, but in the end, you felt unbalanced? '
The answer is, 'What I want is this entangled mood! ' If you don't calm down your mood during practice games, you won't have time to worry about it during important games.
"Pa—" The sharp wind of the ball swept past, and the batter raised his bat to avoid it, but he could still feel the mood of the pitcher's duel.
In the top of the fourth inning, no one was out, there was a man on first base, and the batter was five.
Outside the visiting team Dugout, the supervisor was anxiously pointing at Signals, 'Sacrifice Bunt! '
Chase one point at a time, otherwise the point difference will be too high.
"Bump--" The white ball was hit in the direction of first base, and the entire stadium became active.
And Kōshū stood in the middle of the field, fighting against his remaining youthful spirit.
While the competition in Tokyo was in full swing, inside Great Troll Wisteria, the distant Hokkaido, which won the regional Spring Tournament, the sound of playing the game video could be faintly heard from a door.
Someone came over, and the wind blew in through the crack of the door before the person pushed it open. A figure from behind was watching the game video intently.
"Masamune, let's go to Bullpen." Renji couldn't see his partner after the meal, so he came over to Video Room and found him.
"Well, let's go." Hongo Masamune paused the video, and the book open on the table had already written several pages.
"Did you see anything again?"
This is a new habit that Hongo Masamune has added since the end of Koshien in the spring. Every day, he has to watch the game of a certain opponent in Tokyo and write it down. Without sound data analysis, this book will become the largest database of Hongo.
"His Slider has indeed changed."
Spring armor in March, area Spring Tournament in April, is just such a short time enough for this person's Slider to evolve?
"Is this still the problem?" As someone who watched the video with his friends, Renji didn't think it was a new ball type in the discussion a few days ago, but just an occasional outburst of Seido's ace.
"No, although this ball is indeed unstable, there are traces to follow." Hongo knew what his partner was thinking. After successfully winning Spring Tournament, Nitta Manager finally loosened his grip on Hongo, and the two of them spent more time watching the video.
"Humph, so what if you perform well in the regional competition? Doesn't the important Koshien still lose?" Nitta Manager never forgets to use Seido's trump card to stimulate Hongo.
"How to say?"
"This Slider has a larger lateral displacement and a later change time. Although it has not been cast much, it has obviously been fixed."
After Renji walked closer, he could see Kōshū's information written line by line on the notebook.
'Kōshū, height 193cm, weight 78kg. Right-hand pitch, right-hand hit, ball types include: straight ball, the fastest ball speed. Two-Seam Fastball, Cutter, Slider, Changeup' All these seem to be obtained from the scouts, but the level of detail is higher.
"What are you doing?" Not only watching and recording the game, but also monitoring it?
"It's all his information. I want to make sure that my knowledge of him is up to date before Hagar."
At this time, Renji, who had gradually become numb to Hongo's special attention, once again had a red light in his heart, 'Does this guy want to be Seido's ace Stoke? '
"But there's nothing we can do about height and weight, unless someone goes to interview, but every interview with Seido seldom touches on these contents." And being so far away, Kyoma University's investigators cannot always pay attention to every game of Seido.
"Yes, then go ask him." At this time, Hongo's face was unclear whether he was happy or unhappy. The other party did not reserve anything in the letter and told him all his recent situation and arrangements.
Obviously he should be happy, but Hongo always feels unhappy. Presenting it to him without any reservation, as if the two of them are not enemies. They just won once. Are they so confident?
"Then why don't you just ask about Slider's results when you reply this time?" Renji serves as a middleman. Recently, Nitta Manager's control has become looser, and he can directly lend Hongo his mobile phone, but the two people do not. They have to talk through paper letters. "I don't know if they are understanding each other or competing with each other." '
Hongo slammed the book shut, "No, this is the only thing. You can't ask him."
'Hmm, so what are you talking about every time you write? Talk about goals and training plans? 'Renji got a glimpse of a confrontation between aces. Both sides showed their cards, told the other party their goals and current priorities, and then unanimously accepted them during the game? Therefore, asking about the latest results at every stage is a bit too obvious? Don't seem confident enough? Not ace enough?
I really don't understand the world of ace
"Then what are you going to write in reply to him? Your Vertical Slider?" According to the reasoning just analyzed, it should not be mentioned.
Sure enough, "There is no need to show off this small progress."
What Hongo cares most about is Kōshū's goal, 'When I was in Hagar, I was more comfortable throwing the ball. '
He knew that Kōshū was the kind of person who meant what he said, so this goal was like a challenge to his face.
"Let's go. Before he catches up physically, I need to improve the ball speed and rotation to a higher level."
My condition is not good, I have become a garbage at 800 an hour again, I have to work harder to get my speed back.
Tomorrow I have relatives coming over again, and I have to have dinner with them. I feel so numb.