Fuchu Citizens Stadium, Tokyo Spring Tournament, Group B, Third Round: Ichidai San High vs. Kawamura,
"It was still too early! That would get hit by that guy!!
It had to start breaking closer to the batter!!!
Not a little gulp, but a big crunch!!"
"Pfft!"
"Whoosh!"
"Smack!"
"Strike!
Batter out!!"
That's it, start breaking right in front of the batter's eyes!!
Just wait!
I'll adjust soon and hit your pitches!!
Sendou Akira!!"
After taking the final out, Amakusa headed for the dugout with his mind entirely occupied by the feel of his last pitch and how to adjust it. He had not realized the game was already over.
"Called strike three, the batter did not swing, and the game is over!!
Ichidai San High ends it early in five innings and advances to the fourth round!!"
"Was that an inside Slider just now?"
"If that pitch had gotten away from him, it definitely would have been a Hit-by-Pitch, right?"
"He has nerves of steel!!"
"That kind of pitch is impossible to hit, isn't it!!"
"Huh? It's over already?" Amakusa, whose mind was full of Sendou, froze when he heard the cheers throughout the stadium.
"Nice ball!!!
Mitsusei!!"
"Nice pitch!"
As Amakusa looked around in confusion, his team's fielders gradually gathered around him.
"Ah... ah!
I haven't pitched enough yet!
I finally got a really good feel for it!
It's all because you idiots scored so many runs that the game ended so quickly!
Takami, let's find that feeling again when we get back!" Amakusa complained as he took off his cap in front of the dugout.
"Huh?!!
We scored lots of runs and he's actually complaining about it?!!" The Ichidai San fielders looked utterly baffled.
"Huh? I was joking!" Seeing their stiff expressions, Amakusa spoke timidly.
"Ah? Ah?
That didn't