Smack!
Kuramochi stopped the ball, twisted his waist to save time,
then flicked it upward with his glove, caught it with his right hand, and threw it to first before he hit the ground.
The batter, meanwhile, sprinted like mad after hitting the ball, nearly closing his eyes as he charged ahead!!
Smack!
"Safe!"
They arrived almost at the same time, but the batter was just a tiny bit faster.
The batter who reached first gasped loudly, as if he were about to collapse from lack of air!!
The desperate race against time, the psychological pressure of having been suppressed all game, and the joy of surviving by the skin of his teeth all hit him at once.
It was an ugly play, but it gave Naruta Technical High School's bench a tremendous boost.
"Hmph!!" Sawamura snorted through his nose and began adjusting his breathing.
Just as Miyuki had thought before, he could accept that kind of hit!
And it was not the first time today that he had allowed a runner on base!!
"Senior Miyuki hasn't reacted, so pitching like this should be fine, right?!
I just need to keep my eyes on that glove!!" Encouraged by the fielders behind him, Sawamura's resolve did not waver in the slightest.
At this moment, all he could do was believe in Miyuki's judgment without reservation!!
"Keep attacking!!
At this point, bunting is meaningless!!
There's no need to deliberately chase long hits. That pitcher is already tired. We just need consecutive hits to link the lineup together!!
A string of hits, the sound of ball meeting bat—those will definitely crush his last nerve!!" Coach Chazawa continued issuing offensive orders.
They were down by seven runs in the seventh inning. As a prestigious school, however big or small, they could not possibly settle