"Human attention can't stay highly focused forever. Finish him off this inning!!
How can we let him reach base in every plate appearance?!
First pitch!
Number7!!" Miyuki gave Sawamura the first signal after casting one last glance at Mima.
"Pfft!"
"Whoosh!"
"Crack!"
"Foul!"
"He can still keep up?!!
But his contact precision has clearly dropped!!
Then, before he can readjust his condition..."
"Smack!"
"Ball!"
"The second pitch was high and inside!!
He really knows how to use every edge of the strike zone!!"
"Come to think of it, this pitcher's control hasn't been affected much even after pitching this long!!"
"What an incredible pitcher!!"
"He had the urge to swing just now!!" Miyuki gave the signal for the third pitch.
"Pfft!"
"Then his reaction to the same ball trajectory will slow down!!"
"Whoosh!"
"Crack!"
"Foul!"
"All right!"
"We've got him cornered!!"
"Go after him, Sawamura!!"
"That ball has real power!!"
"He really dared to throw it!
Two consecutive inside pitches against Mima!!"
"How is this game going to turn out?!!
Mima has two hits in three at-bats today, and he even forced the opposing pitcher into an intentional Four Balls!!
Has he already adjusted again?!!"
The spectators at the side still believed Sawamura's mistake in the previous at-bat had been caused by the pressure Mima put on him.
Suddenly, after Miyuki gave the signal for the fourth pitch, he struck his chest hard.
Then he spread his arms wide, as if telling Sawamura to pitch without hesitation.
"There's no need to throw a ball anymore!
Let's settle this here!!
Use your whole arm and throw the pitch you're most satisfied with into my mitt!!"
Seeing Miyuki's signal, Sawamura broke into a brilliant smile.
Mima glanced at Miyuki in confusion, then looked toward Sawamura.
He knew the time for