A team that is famous all over the country for its strong line-up - Seido High School.

The reason why Superintendent Yumoto agreed to Seido High School's invitation to come to Tokyo from the Kyoto area is that it is here that he can sharpen his ace pitcher with Seido High School's line-up, see different strong players in different regions, and fully prepare for the upcoming summer tournament.

Baguang Industrial High School, which takes casting and fishing as the absolute core.

This summer, when they are in the third grade, have the most experience, and are close to reaching the limit of high school students, is the best time for them to dominate the country.

"Come on, Morita, use your powerful pitches, lead the team, and win any game."

Looking at the slender figure of Nobuhiko Morita on the pitcher's mound, Superintendent Yumoto put his hands behind his back and said softly.

"Is it the top line in the country?"

Nobuhiko Morita, who was standing on top of the pitcher's mound, licked his lips slightly, raised his eyebrows slightly, and a glittering glow danced in his pupils.

"In the first half of the first game, the attack of Seido High School, a stick, the right fielder, Hirosaka-kun."

There is no need for a tentative blow.

Keeping in mind the instructions of Superintendent Kataoka in the bench, the third-year senior who came in a strong offensive posture stood on the strike zone as soon as he stood on the top of the hitting zone, which was close to the home plate and fixed at the top of the strike zone, especially the holding of the baton in the longest position, which made the eyes of Nangong Yu, the catcher of Yahiro High School on the side, condense slightly.

"Are these guys planning to attack at the beginning to grab points and control the rhythm?"

Slightly twist your head.

The corner of the eye of the supervisor in the bench twitched slightly, and he nodded invisibly.

"It's okay, since the other side is so enthusiastic, then, let's go all out to respond."

"Yes"

“playball！！”

At home plate, the high-pitched words of the referee rang out.

In the front position, a cold light flashed in Nangong Yu's pupils, and the finger that moved lightly in the lower position made a secret signal towards Morita Bi, the ace on the pitcher's mound.

"The first goal, a straight ball high in the inside corner, since the other side wants to dominate, we will accompany it to the end, Nobuhiko."

"Hmm."

Absolutely strong casting.

It is categorically not allowed to allow the dominant power to be easily sidelined, and when the opponent puts on a strong offensive posture, as long as the situation allows, then the throwing will definitely go head-on and face off.

For Nobuhiko Morita.

There is no line, and he Morita does not dare to fight against him.

The arms that moved up, the steps that stepped forward vigorously, and suddenly stepped down, and the dust that was suddenly raised flew all over the sky.

"Huh"

Bright white orb.

On the occasion of a beating above Morita fingertips.

Turning into a sharp light and attacking in the direction of home plate, the sharp whistling sound suddenly exploded in the ears of the senior in the strike zone when the ball shadow approached the home plate.

Feel the sharp edge coming to your face.

The face of the senior of Feng Ban has not changed, the cold light in the depths of his eyes is getting worse, the body that resists, the stable lower plate, the position that will not waver in the slightest, the rolling eyeballs, in the next moment, the shadow of the coming ball is reflected in his eyes, aiming at the trajectory of the speeding ball.

The center of gravity of the senior of the Urasaka is pressed forward, and the arms are clamped.

"Huh"

Sideways steps in front of the step.

The swift edge of the ball suddenly shines brightly.

"Pong!!"

Accurately hit the speeding ball head-on, and a violent collision roared.

"Whoosh"

This blow that was completely suppressed by Morita Ballie.

Without grabbing the ball, Osaka could only force a sweep in the direction of the boundary line of third base.

Flashes of white light.

"Bang"

It smashed into the boundary line of third base with a dull sound.

"Out of bounds!!"

The voice of the linesman at third base also sounded at this moment.

"It's so fast...

The second the ball bounces out.

This is the only thought that flashed through the mind of Hirosaka's seniors, the extremely sharp inside corner high ball, even if there is no accurate calculation of the speedometer, but with the feeling can roughly understand, the speed of the ball just now is definitely close to 150KM.

Is the start of the game full fire?

This ace of Baguang High School really gave Qingdao High School a big dismount.

At least as far as the eye can see, on the first base, Dong Qingguo, Tetsuya Yuki and the others in the bench seat of Qingdao High School all changed their faces slightly at the same time, and a wisp of extremely jealous color appeared in their pupils.

"The second ball, the thumb ball in the center."

If you win a goal, you will never stop.

What you want is to take advantage of the situation and firmly grasp the dominance of the game in your own hands.

On the second ball.

Nangong Yu was very decisive in matching the code of the finger fork ball.

"Whoosh"

When that galloping shadow was on the verge of a sudden drop in home plate.

This ball fits perfectly into the trajectory of a straight ball.

"Huh"

"Knock"

The bat that was danced by the senior of Feng Ban did not have the slightest possibility of reacting, that is, the proper swing of the bat missed, and he had no choice but to watch the small ball rush into the ball sleeve of Nangong Yu behind him.

"Good shot!!"

Quite a sharp offensive.

It made Fengsaka in the strike zone feel a little confused.

Didn't you say that they were on the attacking side? Why does Fengsaka have a feeling of switching offense and defense?

It seems that he can sense the somewhat uncertain mentality of Feng Ban on his side, and the corners of Nangong Yu's mouth pulled a slight smile, attacking is the best defense.

This has always been the fighting concept of the ace of Baguang High School.

"Next shot, here again."

A match that completely ignores common sense.

Speaking of reason, whether it is Nangong Yu's ball matching or Morita Nobuhiko's pitching, what they are pursuing is an instinctive battle.

They trust more in their own feelings.

It's really powerful.

It's instinctive!!

"Whoosh"

"Huh"

"Knock"

"Good shot, hitter out!!"

The advantage is to attack the pitch to the end, which will not give the opponent more opportunities to adjust the state, and the first hitter of Qingdao High School with three balls fell first, and took the lead in getting the rhythm of the duel.

"It's very ferocious, Yachiguang's pair of throwing."

In the bench seat.

Yu Xing looked at the Hachihiro who quickly took down the predecessor of Fengsaka, and the pupils were filled with not only a look of admiration, but also a different color.

A match that can trigger the pitcher's greatest instinct to the limit.

Such a catcher.

This kind of matching style is the ideal matching that Miyuki pursues.

Standing not far from Chris's seniors, Shigerino Shin, who was preparing for the final game, was slightly stunned when he inadvertently glanced sideways at the moment of brilliance in Miyuki's pupils, and in the next second, Shigerino Shin shifted his gaze to the moment when the court Yahiro High School was throwing, and a sudden smile suddenly flashed in the corner of his eyes.

"Second baseman, second baseman, Kominato-kun."

"The power of the first ball came out, and it can almost be said that it has reached the fastest speed, be careful, Ryosuke."