"It seems that there is no imaginary tension, Valley."

Shigerun, who trotted back from the outfield, walked to Chris's side in small steps and whispered.

"Well, maybe it's because the valley personality is like this."

Senior Chris, who had just taken off the catcher guard, also raised his eyebrows lightly and said with a smile.

Originally, Chris's predecessor still existed in the first game, and the idea of restraining himself a little, after all, the opponent's strength is not very good, but it is possible that he will become nervous because of his first appearance on such a major stage, and he will not be able to play at the level he should have.

Jun Izashaki, Tetsu and others are all worried.

I was ready to lose points in the first game, but I didn't expect that the valley gave a big surprise, not to mention the no points lost, and was able to do no hits, and the perfect three consecutive strikeouts, even if the opponent was weak, for the first-year players who had just entered the first army, this is already a commendable thing.

"Then, next, it's time for the seniors to work, give a little reward to the juniors who work hard, so that he can vote more easily."

The corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, Shigerun's chin was raised, and he looked at the bench seat of Misimon High School not far away, and a sharp cold light appeared in his pupils at this moment.

"Huh."

The senior Chris on his side also chuckled and nodded.

"In the second half of the first inning, the attack of Qingdao High School, the first bat, the shortstop, Kuramochi-kun."

"Come on, Kurachi, use your feet, take one first."

"Yoyi, first of all, I want to go to the base."

"After seeing the king's garrison, the next step is to attack the line."

"Qingdao, Qingdao, Qingdao."

It can be called the extremely noisy stands, and the heat of the three strikeouts has not completely dissipated, and the attack sequence of its own line is ushered in.

Naturally, the crowd in the stands erupted in the same clamor of support.

"Back number 10, it's not an ace, it's another pitcher."

Kuramori's eyes narrowed slightly, and he carried his metal bat and steadily walked into the strike zone.

"If you stabilize it, you will have a chance, Nanping, and keep the ball down steadily."

At home plate, the catcher at Misimon High School lightly gestured a code.

"yes, I understand."

As a third-year bench pitcher.

This is also Nanping Shou's last competition, and the dream of entering Koshien naturally exists, but he is also very clear about himself and the level of his own team.

It's like this summer tournament, actually met Qingdao High School in the second round, to talk about the possibility of winning, Misimon High School, in fact, it is very clear that the winning rate does not exist, even if the opponent is to let the first-year pitcher start, but the terrifying tyrant His Royal Highness, but in the field guard, what is the use of getting a few points from the first-year pitcher?

Seido High School is Seido High School after all!

All the players of Misimon High School are very clear, the only thing they want to do is not lose to Qingdao High School in terms of momentum, show their baseball beliefs in a dignified manner, do their best, play this game well, and don't let Qingdao High School underestimate themselves too much!!

So, here, there will be no cowering, no backing down.

What I want is to show the level I should have, so that I don't have regretful memories in the summer.

“playball”

"First Goal!!"

Focus on the sight of this moment.

Suddenly raised arms.

Aim in the direction of the home plate position.

"Huh"

The arm that shook forward suddenly, and in the next second, the light and shadow that appeared at first glance, the white ball, suddenly turned into a white shadow, and sped towards the direction of home plate.

Floating, down-embedded ball path.

Float in slowly.

"Smack"

"Good shot!!"

Sure enough, it's the same as the data shows.,It's a slower curve.,I can't say it's hard to play.,But,Just by looking at it.,It's a bit of a diaphragm.。

In the strike zone, Kuramochi moved his shoulders lightly, and a faint light appeared in his pupils.

Looking back at the moment in the direction of your own bench seat.

Superintendent Kataoka bowed slightly.

A knowing smile appeared in the corner of Kuramochi's eyes.

"It's good, he didn't swing the bat, as long as he kept the ball down steadily, even if it was a green line, it would definitely be difficult to shoot."

At home plate, the catcher from Missimon High School was still thinking a little smugly in his heart, and then he made another gesture.

"The second ball, the curveball under the side, it doesn't matter if the speed is slow, you definitely have to keep the ball low."

"Hmm!"

Lightly drafted gesture code.

On the occasion of the comparison.

Nanping on the pitcher's mound looked tight and danced his arms quickly.

"Huh"

In an instant, it shook forward.

A cold glow appeared over the entire inner field.

Straight ball shadow.

Intrusion to home plate.

"This is it!"

Turned around in an instant.

Kuramochi quickly leaned his body forward, turned slightly, and pressed his fingers hard, pouring all the power into the bat.

"Huh!"

"Pong!!"

Subtle interception in the marching position.

I turn around a little and take advantage of the shock of the sense of wholeness.

"Very nice blow"

In the bench, Hiromitsu Ochiai's satisfied look.

"Huh"

With a very strong momentum, Kuramochi swept the small ball squeezed on the bat with all his might.

Effect of special training!

Enhanced strike accuracy.

"Bang"

"Not good!"

Although the ball that was ejected did not fly far away, it landed in a rather subtle gap in the middle of second and third base.

"Dada!"

The discarded metal bat struggled to run forward.

"Damn, shortstop, third baseman."

Let's not talk about the extraordinary footsteps of Kurachi.

It's a brilliant option for the midfielders at Misimon High School that they can't handle so easily.

At the moment when it will intercept in front of the ball.

"Da!"

On the other hand, Kuramochi had already easily stepped on the first base.

"Safe base!!"

The shortstop Misimon, who was just about to throw the ball in the direction of first base, at this moment, the sound of the base trial ruling sounded in his ears, and then his right arm hung down weakly.

"It's so fast..."

There was a look of surprise and doubt in the pupils.

"That's amazing, Kuramochi-senpai."

Sawamura, who was warming up at the cowshed, also widened his eyes.

also seemed to notice the admiring eyes of this junior in his dormitory at the cowshed.

Kuramochi wiped his nose proudly.

A look of smugness just appeared, only for a second.

Then, the next moment.

"Awesome, Kuramochi-senpai, what do you look like that, Scud!? No, I should say it's like a cheetah!! ”

Suddenly, high-pitched words rang out.

Kurachi's face suddenly collapsed.

Nani!?

Cheetah!?

Damn Sawamura, you dare to say that Uncle Ben is an animal? Wait for me and see how I clean you up when I get back!!

Kuramochi thought viciously in his heart.

And also on the cowshed, Miyuki, who warmed up Sawamura, almost laughed.

Shigero, who was also on the bench, smiled and shook his head.