Pitcher mound above.

Sawamura suddenly raised his arms and waved high.

In a flash.

"Whew!"

The cold glow that flew out.

Just as we were in the skies over home plate.

The wave of terror that swept in.

"Huh?"

"Outside corners? Straight ball! ”

The close arc blooms with a cold luster of the forest.

There is no room for more consideration in the West Garden.

"Huh"

It's just a matter of moments.

Judgments made quickly.

The metal bat that swung up quickly, the approaching edge, the black and white shadows that were about to overlap, and the next moment, the white ball that vibrated violently.

"Huh!?"

Compare to the West Garden's suddenly constricted pupils.

The arc of the extreme fall.

"Oops!"

"Pong!!"

Impartiality, not the heart of the ball, not to miss.

It's the striker who happens to hit the edge above the top of the ball.

"Damn!"

"Quick finger fork ball!?"

Feel the blow on that bat, the blow that is not full, the bat that you can't control at all.

"Huh"

The next moment.

A small ball that flies out upside down.

"Bang"

Slammed into the ground in front of the pitcher's mound.

"Sawamura!"

Pitcher mound above.

Sawamura, who was one step faster than Nishizono throwing away his bat and running towards first base, quickly ran down and pitched the ball almost the moment the ball bounced out.

"Smack"

The figure of the interception in the frontal position.

The little ball that Sawamura easily packed into the ball cover.

With a beautiful turning motion, Sawamura quickly threw the ball out of his palm, and the first base was empty.

"Huh"

"Smack"

The front garden straightens his left hand and steadily inserts the ball into his own.

"Out!"

The first base that fell was judged by the words.

Nishien was forced to stop his steps, sighed helplessly, and after taking a deep look at Sawamura above the pitcher's mound, he shook his head and headed back towards the third base bench.

"Oooh! Second goal! A quick finger prune that deflects a little to the outside! The sharp falling arc and perfect refraction angle, the hitter Nishienjun was not able to react in time, but only rubbed to the edge of the ball, and the pitcher who bombarded the front ball, and the first base was blocked out!! ”

"Oh oh oh!? Quick finger fork ball? ”

"Can this left-handed shooter still finger the ball quickly?"

"The sharp falling curve, the perfect speed refraction, although it doesn't look as deterrent as the valley king, but such a fast finger fork ball is also very good!"

"Tsk, I don't think I used it before, right? Is it a new ball species? This is bold enough to hunt! ”

"No, no, I have pitched in training matches before, but it didn't seem to be very stable at that time."

"Oh? Really? ”

"But anyway, the number of outs of those who scored four batters with two goals, that's something!"

Unexpected process, very sharp number of outs.

The most important thing is to focus on the "quick finger fork ball".

Not to mention the average spectator above the stands.

Even Superintendent Matsumoto, who was in front of the bench at third base, frowned slightly.

"Isn't it shown in the data? It seems that this left throw is stronger than expected! ”

Matsumoto looked at Sawamura on the pitcher's hill with a more serious expression.

At this moment, Sawamura children's shoes are full of "intoxication" with the "art" pitching he just had.

That's how it feels!

Fingertip vibration!

Delicate changes!

"This is it! That's it! ”

The sparkling eyes.

Miyuki, who was on home plate, shook his head in amusement.

"Hey, this is just the first ball, don't be too complacent!"

"Yes! Miyuki senior! ”

A word of caution.

Pitcher mound above.

Sawamura was also in good spirits and nodded vigorously.

"Fifth stick, guerrilla, Echizen-kun."

It's not the first success, but it's the best feeling of a fast finger fork ball, and the slight tremor on the fingertips brings unprecedented pleasure, which directly stimulates Sawamura's instinct as a pitcher!

“playball！”

Faster pace.

"First goal! Come on! Sawamura! ”

Sawamura, who unleashed all his power as much as possible.

"Whew!"

The aurora projected.

Hold it down and swoop in with a small white ball.

Fixed-point high-altitude position.

"Huh"

"Pong!!"

"Damn! Is there so much deviation? ”

Even if you are prepared, it is still difficult to find the deviation of the nine high school fighters on the first seat.

"Bang"

"Out of bounds!"

This has been repeatedly suppressed by the blow.

"Second goal! Two sutures straight ball. ”

Alternately traveling ball shadows.

"Huh"

A small ball that runs straight in.

Altitude adjacent angle position.

"Huh?"

"Two stitches!!"

Some similarities, but completely different falling arcs.

The angle of the bend.

A small ball that rushed in.

"Huh"

"Pong!!"

"Soul Fade Fellow!"

Again a blow that deviated sharply.

"Huh"

The shadow of the ball that was ejected from the show.

Flying high in the sky.

"Third baseman!"

The location of the fall.

Shoji Tsukasa raised his head slightly, locking on the ball.

"Smack"

Firmly insert the falling ball into the ball cover.

"Out!"

It's all in the rhythm of control, and there is no gap in the nine-fold high school line at all.

Four or five sticks out in a row.

Jiue High School also completely lost the offensive dominance in the first half of the second game.

Then it was the turn of the sixth batter.

It was also easily suppressed and out.

"Smack"

"Good shot, hitter out!"

Induced by the change orb, it will attack the shadow of the ball flying in head-on.

The moment of submergence.

It was directly won the strikeout number.

"Three outs, offense and defense exchange."

In the first half of the second inning, Kue High School's attack once again stopped at three hitters, and even though it was a clearance sequence, there was still no offensive round from the baseholders, which was completely different from what was expected, and the expression of the superintendent Matsumoto in the bench on third base became slightly more solemn.

"Yo Si! Sawamura! Nice pitching. ”

"Keep it up that way! You can, Soul Boy! ”

"Sawamura-senpai! Nice pitching. ”

"Come on! Sawamura, let's suppress all the next offensive. ”

Compared with the more dignified atmosphere of Jiuju High School on the third base, on the first base, there is a more cheerful atmosphere in the bench of Qingdao High School, and the first-grade foursome, even if they are as calm as Okumura and natural as Yuuki, they also know how to support their own team at this moment, especially Okumura, and the sight that looks in the direction of Sawamura faintly reveals a ray of beautiful brilliance.

"The rhythm is very good, and in the next words, Miyuki-kun, those kinds of balls can also try more, even if they fail, there will be other gains."

Back to the Qingdao people in the bench.

Miyuki had just taken off his protective gear.

Ochiai Hiromitsu on the side gently twisted his little beard and said in a light tone.

Sawamura's numbers, this is a weapon that belongs only to Sawamura personally.

Even picky people like Hiromitsu Ochiai are very receptive to this arsenal of change balls that belong exclusively to Sawamura, and if they can be used perfectly (i.e., no matter who the catcher is, Sawamura can throw balls from the Numbers series, rather than limited to Miyuki). ）

Then, there is no doubt that Sawamura can definitely be one of the top pitchers.

This is Ochiai's judgment of Hiromitsu.