The first number of outs won without much effort.

The terrifying power of the show.

The order of the turn of Ryosuke Kominato's seat.

Pacing towards the strike zone.

Face the strong aura of Shigerino Shin.

Even Ryosuke Kominato had a rare difficulty maintaining his smile at this moment, clenching the metal bat in his palm, and his face was very solemn.

“playball”

"Ryo-sang is very good at picking from the side position, although it is not the only one, but it is best to suppress Ryo-sang's blow in the front position is the most suitable!"

At home base, Miyuki's figure moved slightly, and his fingers quickly drew a gesture code underneath.

"For the first shot, it's better to control it a little bit, throw it into the middle of the inside corner, don't care too much about the height, control the depth and angle."

"Hmm!"

The theory of three-dimensional space.

This is the unique skill of the little sun who belongs to Didong High School.

The so-called three-dimensional perspective.

This is not the style of pitching that Shigerano is familiar with.

It's just that.

At certain moments.

Deliberately controlling the depth of the ball can easily induce or suppress the hitter!

"Use what you can use! Replenish what you need! ”

As long as it's advantageous!

As long as you can fill your own!

Shigerno Shindu will study unceremoniously! Reference! And then transform into something of your own!

Overmatch!

It is to continue to learn from others while maintaining their own style and concept, and to walk out of their own way!!

"Boom!"

Because!

The real strong person is the existence that is not bound by the form.

Shigero's eyes froze, and the figure that strode out, accompanied by the arms that suddenly waved forward.

"Whew!"

Flying out of the cold.

Sticking to the tangent line of the inner corner, the trajectory that runs in.

"Inside corner!"

Ryosuke Senpai on the strike zone quickly catches the trajectory of the incoming ball.

Sideways forward stride out of the stride.

"Huh!"

A metal bat that shook with it.

The difference between the naked eye and the actual one.

Deviations due to displacement.

"Boom!"

Let the white and black shadows intertwine in a thrilling way.

The ball that didn't go in.

The loud sound of falling.

"Good shot!"

Ryosuke Kominato, who was in the strike zone, frowned slightly.

Angle?

Or is it timing?

Just the feeling.

Ryosuke Kominato: Although it is not that he thinks that he can catch the blow feeling 100%.

But at least follow that arc.

as well as their own swing to cover the area.

How much should be able to rub a little bit of the sphere, right?

But the sense of deviation just now.

It's not at all what Ryosuke Kominato himself predicted.

And before waiting for Ryosuke Kominato to have more time to think and react.

"Second ball!"

Shigeno and Miyuki Surrender are launching a second assault again!

"Whew!"

Accurate high-angle position.

Swift swinging arms.

In a flash.

The cold light that appeared was refracted and flew into the sky above home plate.

"It's coming!"

Fleeting light and shadow.

"Inside corner straight ball? No! It's a cut ball! ”

Vibrations of light and shadow.

Extremely fast refracted trajectories.

A white shadow inserted into a more subtle and far-reaching position.

"Huh"

"Pong!!"

Although the brain reacted, the body was still half a beat slower.

It could only be a barely rubbed striker.

Uncontrollable bats.

"Huh"

"Bang"

The shadow of the ball that bounces out.

It slammed into the ground in front of the pitcher's mound.

Shigeno hardly needs to move very much.

Gently outstretched arms.

"Smack"

A small white ball encased in a ball sleeve.

Glancing past Ryosuke Kominato's fast-starting figure.

Shigeno flicked his arms without hesitation.

"Huh"

"Smack!"

Fly again to the shadow of the ball at first base.

"Out!"

also directly won the number of blocked outs of Ryosuke Kominato.

"Oooo

"That's two outs."

"It's easy to control the tempo!"

"This is the strongest trump card of King Qingdao-Shigerino Shin!"

The same plot, but this completely different rhythm and atmosphere.

Irresistible formidable power.

"The third stick, stalwarts, Izaki-kun."

"Stinky boy, it's really grown to this point!"

Jun Izashaki, who slowly stood up from the strike preparation area, exuded a majestic aura that made ordinary pitchers tremble.

The eyes of the two sides looked at each other.

Sparks from the collision and friction in the air.

Izaki grinned widely, revealing a terrifying smile, and the metal bat that he swung vigorously rubbed against the air, making a terrible "pampa" sound.

"Boy! Uncle Ben is here! If you have the ability, just subdue Uncle Ben from the front! ”

"Since it's a request from Chun-san, then I will definitely accompany it to the end! Predecessor!! ”

Convergent sights.

Izashiki and Shigerun, who understand the meaning of each other's eyes.

Squatting at home base, Miyuki is the most intuitive way to feel the violent waves of aura rippling at the moment of the collision of these two auras.

"Chun Sang, it's really every time you hit the table, your breath will become more and more violent!"

Miyuki, who moved slightly sideways to the outer position, pursed his lips, and a faint light appeared in his pupils, and when such a thought just appeared in the depths of his mind, his fingers quickly drew underneath.

"If you deal with Chun-san, you must not only suppress his strength, but also use his violence, so, the first ball, Ashin, you know!"

"Hehe, of course I understand, Ichiya!"

The most familiar with each other's casting.

The sight of the pair.

At the moment of synchronization, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and the evil smile that was almost the same was revealed.

In an instant.

Izaki in the strike zone seemed to be inadvertent, and suddenly felt a chill hit him, even chilling to the bone marrow.

"Boom!"

Compare it to the sparks that exploded in the air.

"Whoosh!"

Suddenly.

A little chill comes first.

"Central!? No! Be! ”

Pulsing electric light.

Whirring breath.

The moment you are forced in.

Deliberately skewed refraction in the lower position.

"Huh"

A slamming arc.

The extreme speed difference is displayed.

"Pong!!"

"Damn!"

It's too late to make temporary adjustments.

It could only be a barely rubbed striker, and it took all his strength to twist a slight angle.

"Whoosh!"

Bounce out.

"Bang!"

Slammed into the first base of the boundary line.

Thrillingly rushed out of the front garden and flew over to intercept the ball cover.

"Smack!"

Fall out of bounds.

"Out of bounds!"

The verdict rang out.

"The first ball, the palm ball?"

"Bold and the right choice."

"This is the ace of Qingdao!"

A strong attack at the necessary moment is never logical, but it seems to be a reasonable combat system.

"Second ball!"

As far as the eye can see.

Shigerano Shin looked straight in the direction of Jun Izagiki.

Firmly locked air engine.

"Whew!"

A figure leaping out.

In a flash.

The polar shadow that flashed again.

The moment when it was depressed.

Hit the ground plate.

Nearby high-altitude location.

The force of intimidating high-altitude oppression.

"Huh"

Izzoshiki's pupils froze in the strike zone, and his arms swung suddenly, and the center of gravity of his body pulled sideways.

"Slideball!"

The side corners are curved.

Extremely sharp and large refractive arcs.

"Smack!"

The angle of the drop is beyond Izagi's imagination.

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