The End

"Swing and a miss!!!

Mishima-zai's bat completely failed to touch that second Vertical Slider!!!"

"Whoa!!"

"He's got him cornered!!"

"Nice ball!!!"

At that moment, Coach Ochiai wore a confident smile, and his eyes seemed to be sparkling with little stars.

Narumiya Mei in the stands suddenly put on a ferocious expression and turned on his gas tank.

Akamatsu Shinji watched the game with a smile beside him, while Tadano looked utterly confused, having no idea why he was angry.

While everyone in Yakushi's dugout bit their teeth in frustration, Raichi in the on-deck circle suddenly widened his eyes and smiled.

His eagerness to face a powerful opponent again was written all over his face.

Raichi's classmates wore utterly devastated expressions. At the very least, they now understood what a strikeout was and what an out was.

They also knew there was only one strike left!

"One more pitch!!"

"One more pitch!!"

"One more pitch!!"

At that moment, the entire stadium's cries changed from "one more" to "one more pitch."

The momentum became even more overwhelming!

Sawamura's eyes, hidden beneath his bangs, revealed a trace of loneliness, but he gritted his teeth and forced out his brightest smile.

At this moment, Sawamura's feelings were probably the most complicated!

He was unwilling to accept being taken out, or rather, unwilling to accept that his ability had not earned trust.

Someone with such a strong sense of responsibility would never casually shift blame onto others. Today's frustration made him deeply understand the shortcomings in his own ability.

At the same time, he was happy about Furuya's condition and the victory that was about to come!

"One more pitch, Furuya!

Finish them!!" Sawamura suddenly roared.

The others simply stared ahead, waiting for the final pitch!

Mishima-zai, who had swung and missed, lowered his head,