The moment Sawamura put on the Demon Face taught to him by his silky-haired dog senior and struck the ball with overwhelming presence, Naruta Technical High School's third baseman instinctively took a step back.
This was the legendary expression intimidation!!
"Idiot!
Don't be fooled by his expression!!
Move up, hurry up!!" Naruta Technical High School's catcher shouted.
The third baseman immediately stopped retreating and ran forward, while the pitcher had already charged in to back him up.
"He was completely late on that!!" The spectators shouted almost at the exact same moment as Naruta Technical High School's catcher.
"The runner on third is going!!" Tojo seized the opportunity and took off, unwilling to let any scoring chance slip away. At worst, if it went foul, he could just go back.
Because the ball had no power as it flew toward the edge of the third-base line, like someone tossing peanuts into the air and trying to catch them with their mouth...
Its speed alone was like free fall!
"The ball is too slow!!
It's already too late for home!!" Naruta Technical High School's ace looked helplessly at the ball, which was even slower than a bunt.
The ball landed barely a third of the distance between bases from home plate and began rolling forward.
"It's going foul, don't touch it!!" The catcher's voice made Naruta Technical High School's pitcher freeze.
But the ball stopped rolling less than a step away from the foul line...
Because of the catcher's misjudgment, Sawamura's side had no time to react either...
"Sixth run!!
Nice hit, Sawamura!!"
Sawamura raised his arm high, wearing a confident expression that said, I'm amazing...
"Nice bunt...
Not just the expression—even his batting style was passed down in one line!
But don't make a face like you hit a Home