The sound of the radio rang out suddenly.

and the thick figure that slowly rose from the strike preparation area.

"Boom."

A steady step forward.

When Tetsuya Yuuki's indifferent figure came into the eyes of everyone in the three highs, the self-evident powerful aura was coming, the extremely heavy atmosphere, the sense of substantial coercion that seemed to be visible to the naked eye, as if squeezed from all directions, so that the pitcher on the mound of Manaka had a sense of suffocation, biting his lower lip, the right hand that was clenched hard, and the terrifying green tendons exposed.

It's like the kind of heavy pressure that Takahiro Ohmae brought to Shigerun.

Tetsuya Yuuki brings the oppressive power of Manaka.

But it also has to go to the next level.

Coincidentally.

At least in the blow after the first inning.

Takashiro Ohmae's blow can't be converted into a score, and in terms of psychological pressure on Shigerun, it's not as heavy as imagined, but Tetsu Yuuki is different, starting from the first point, to the four points that he lost in a row in the follow-up, almost all of them are directly or indirectly related to Tetsu Yuki in front of him.

This!

As long as you touch this beater, you will definitely lose points of psychological suggestion.

It will bring great mental pressure to Manaka.

Especially in a situation where you can't afford to lose points.

It's already the eighth inning.

It's already a two-point difference, and if they continue to lose points and let the difference widen, their city top three will completely lose their expectations of victory in this game.

Manaka wants to tighten the heartstrings with all his heart, and the focused gaze.

A battle to win!

I can't lose here!!

Manaka gritted his teeth and thought to himself.

"It's still such a nasty look and position...

The wind is light and the clouds are light.

There is nothing better than this word to describe Tetsuya Yuki at the moment, the straight posture of standing calmly on the strike zone, without the slightest flaw, without the slightest gap, is not a very burly figure, but at this moment it exudes an extremely majestic aura, extremely cold, so that Qing Mizu, who is at home plate, feels a strong trembling feeling in his heart.

"Let's pick all the tricky balls, really, even if it deviates into a bad ball, it doesn't matter."

There is no responsive awareness.

There is no way to fight this beater.

This is the most sincere thought in Shimizu's heart.

It is also the clearest consciousness in the depths of the mind.

"yes, I know."

“playball！！”

The high-pitched words.

In front of you, you will see a good home plate.

In Manaka's eyes at the moment, all he has is the position of the ball path on the edge of the four frames, the right hand that is raised straight, and the position of aim.

"Huh"

Swing down the arms with all your might.

Light and shadow vibrate.

Raid to home plate.

A ball path located at the height of the waist.

In the strike zone, the pupils of the Zhe team suddenly contracted, and the figure suddenly bowed down.

"Smack"

Only in half a second.

The little ball that came in.

"Bad ball!!"

In the case that the Zhe team is already shrinking, they will also close the small ball that is close to the side of the Zhe team's body.

The ruling of the presiding judge also fell from this.

"Such a bad ball!? Really high senior, is this going to be desperate? ”

Shigero, who was squatting in the strike preparation area, also had his pupils suddenly condense at this moment.

In the first seven games, it was clear that the ball was controlled very carefully, and the bad balls were all used as bait, or when they were forced to do so, or when they made mistakes, they didn't expect that in this game, in the face of the Zhe team, they were thrown so decisively.

What did you say? Is it likely that Manaka made a mistake in possession just now?

No!!

It's not just what you see.

It's more about being a pitcher itself.

Shigeno was well aware of a problem.

The three high schools of the city are captured!

I'm going to break the boat!!

When the resolute expression of Zhenzhong was reflected in the eyes of the Zhe team in the strike zone, the eyes of the Zhe team narrowed slightly, and a dangerous cold light also appeared in the pupils.

This is!

Even if you hit a goal, you must suppress the momentum of the Zhe team at the limit.

The so-called unsuccessful will be benevolent.

The team exhaled softly, the metal bat that was slightly short.

On the contrary, the position is closer to the position on the side of the strike zone.

A decisive strike.

The philosophical team is showing with its own actions that in the face of the blatant attack of Zhenzhong, they will never back down.

"Soul Fade Guy!!"

At home plate, when the position of the Zhe team once again came into the eyes of Qing Shui.

Qing Shui's eyes flashed with a fierce look.

"In that case, don't blame us for being rude!"

"The second ball, Manaka, let's throw it here!!"

"Hmm!!"

You don't regress.

Then we're going to force you to go backwards.

Anyway, it's already come to this point, and the three highs have no so-called retreat at all, so they can only go all the way to the end.

One word!

Mangal!

Only!

That's it!

"The second ball, a straight ball high in the inside corner, right to the chest."

The footsteps of initiation, the arms raised high.

Still aiming for the sidemost position of the good ball belt, and even aiming for the ball in a more tricky position.

The arms that swayed down.

"Huh"

Galloping light, small balls next to each other.

The trail of the arc that came closely.

There is no need to think about it or hesitate, it is the pace of stepping out suddenly, not swinging, but swinging the metal bat sideways.

"Huh"

The metal bat that slammed down hard.

"Pong"

Before they could burst into home plate, before they were close to their chests, the two of them slammed into each other with a screeching sound.

There is no suppressed light and shadow.

"Whoosh"

The ball that bounced out also smashed the surface.

"Bang"

Thus flying out of the arc.

"Out of bounds!!"

Outside the boundary line of the first base, the verdict of the base trial also sounded simultaneously.

"Is it that bad?"

The philosopher's eyebrows were raised slightly, and the metal bat that was slightly rotating in the palm of his hand, after a little consideration, still maintained a position close to home plate, only slightly retreating half a step.

In the moment of dealing with this kind of close ball road.

The judgment of the Zhe team is to leave as much space as possible to strike, so that the swing space can be more sufficient.

"Is this all possible?"

At home base, Qing Shui's face became a little difficult to look at, and he thought that this would probably deviate from the dodged goal, but he didn't expect Yuki to meet it head-on.

"Don't be too complacent!!"

Qing Shui's pupils froze.

The gesture code that was drawn down again.

Set the position of the ball cover.

Pitcher mound above.

Manaka should resolutely raise his steps and step forward.

"Boom"

Swing your right arm down

"Huh"

Another brilliance from between your fingers.

The flickering light.

On the move.

The philosophical team's pupils froze.

"Smack"

"Bad ball!!"