The coach had told Sendou to stay calm and choose pitches he could reliably hit, and Sendou himself had his own ideas.
After all, the game had only just begun, and Amakusa had not yet settled into his rhythm, so the pitching options available to Takami were limited.
Sendou felt that in this state, Takami probably would not have the nerve to casually throw him something easy to hit.
That fastball just now had been the limit of what he could throw!
After calmly watching the first pitch, Sendou had already identified in his mind the pitch most likely to come next.
Amakusa was certainly a genius, but Takami was merely a competent catcher at best.
"You don't need to throw it into the Strike Zone to affect this batter!
It'll give us more room with our later pitches!
We have to show him the Slider's path and throw off his judgment." Takami seriously raised his mitt.
"We have to score first!!" Seeing Takami raise his mitt, Head Manager Oota was the first to grow nervous.
"Pff!"
"If I guessed wrong, then we'll have to settle it with pure skill!
If I guessed right, I'll leave the result to fate!!" The moment Amakusa stepped forward, Sendou revealed a faint smile.
"Whoosh!"
"Pff!"
"He stepped all the way up to the front of the Batter's Box?
Is he trying to move his contact point forward?" That was the only thought left in Takami's mind, but there was no time to consider the details.
"Crack!"
"He scooped the Slider out!!
But that pitch was way outside. Will it go foul?
The right fielder is backing up!"
"Crack!!"
"It hit the foul pole! It's in!!
A Three-Run Home Run!!!"
"All right!!"
"All right! All right, all right!!
All right, all right, all right!"