Even though the home run hitters were completely suppressed.

didn't even have a hit, and was directly taken three up and three down.

But this did not affect the desire to attack in the slightest.

Determination to follow through to the end.

Incomparably strong faith.

This is the last thing that Chengkong High School can hold onto.

However.

“playball！”

"First goal! Straight ball in the middle of the high position! ”

"Whew!"

His Royal Highness the Tyrant of Tokyo stands proudly on the Pitcher's Hill.

The figure that danced.

It's so beautiful.

The flickering light and shadow.

It's so sharp again.

Unbeatable gesture.

Suppress the cold light that flies over, and the moment it gets in.

"Damn!"

"Huh"

Even if he can barely catch the trajectory of the ball, it is still an arm that can only be flung by instinct.

"Pong!!"

overlapping times.

The ball that flew upside down.

"Bang"

"Out of bounds!"

Staggered moments.

"Boom!"

Missed arcs.

Failed to intercept the ball.

"Good shot!"

All of them show that Shigerino Shin is at the highest point, leading in an all-round way, and suppressing the beaters of Chengkong High School.

"Third goal!"

Soul light!

"Whew!"

"Huh"

"Pong!!"

"It's so heavy!! Isn't it in its heyday, all have such strength!? ”

"Huh"

"Bang"

"Out of bounds!!"

It's hard to resist.

There's no way to get rid of the force at all.

It was the simplest three straight balls, which made the hitter lose room to retreat, and the change ball that hung but did not serve became the sword of Damocles that fell on top of the hole hitter at this moment.

The expression of jealousy that is clearly expressed.

Miyuki, who was squatting at home base, was able to gain a thorough insight into all the movements of the Narikong High School fighters.

Swing the stick with all your might?

Then you have to be able to get the ball!

"Fourth goal!"

"Whew!"

"Huh"

There was not the slightest stagnant rhythm, the shadow of the ball projected without any hesitation.

The trajectory of the refraction.

A strong arc in the high post of the inside corner.

"Smack!"

Bouncing in the air above the metal bat.

The moment you rushed straight in.

"Good shot, hitter out!!"

Fluency.

Decisive.

Rapid.

No chances were given.

This was the first number of outs straight away.

The West Island in the strike zone and the hole hitters on the first base bench were all terrified.

"Your Highness the Tyrant!!"

The middle-aged uncle in the stands also clenched the railing in front of him with both hands at this moment, and his face showed a very anxious and dignified expression.

"Seventh stick, stalwort, Joshima-kun."

Grim breath.

A dignified atmosphere.

Compare the trajectory of the ball that you can't capture at all.

"First goal!"

"Whew!"

Shigerano's raised left leg and his jumping posture caught the eyes of the Narikong High School players.

"Boom!!"

"Good shot!"

and the sound of the falling clear balls entering the set.

All of them show the complete control of the garrison rhythm of Qingdao High School.

Even if the Oga supervisor in the first base bench gave instructions for offensive adjustment in a timely manner according to the situation in the field at this moment, so that the players of their own team should appropriately give up some center of gravity control, improve the area of the strike, and not pursue the accuracy of the strike, but only the range of the strike.

But it was still very difficult to intercept Shigerino's throw.

"Huh"

Raised arms.

The cold glow that escaped.

The moment you get to the top plate, you see a white arc in the eyes of Jojima.

"Huh!"

Even Shiroshima has completely given up on his body, and his center of gravity is tilted.

"Pong!!"

But he could only barely rub it to the edge of the ball.

"Whoosh"

The light and shadow that bounce back.

"Bang!"

It smashed on the surface in the middle of the second and third bases.

"Hahaha!"

A cheetah in a hurry.

"Smack"

The little ball, which was easily encapsulated in the ball cover, turned around.

"Front Garden!"

"Wow!"

"Huh"

The shadow of the white ball that flew past.

"Smack"

A small ball that is caught steadily.

"Out!"

A clear sound.

Compare the high-pitched adjudicating words that fell.

"Two out, two out!"

"Shigerun-kun!"

"Ace-sama!"

"Completely suppress Chengkong's group of guys!"

"Captain! And one more number of outs! Just take it down. ”

It's two outs so easily.

This is the attack in the first half of the seventh inning.

Once again, Chengkong High School was pushed to the last step.

"Eighth baseman, pitcher, Ogawa-kun."

Then it was the turn of the talented left pitcher of Narikong High School - Tsunematsu Ogawa.

"Ogawa!"

"You can!"

"Believe in yourself!"

"Boom out!!"

With a rough step, the round belly and the bulging face had a serious expression that did not match it.

One!

All you need is one!

Over here!

Help the team!

Just get a hit from this damn tyrant!

Ogawa Tsunetsu clutched his metal bat tightly with both hands, strode up to the strike zone, turned sideways, the raised eyelids, the line of sight that looked directly in the direction of Shigero, the red fruit evil aura that appeared in the pupils.

"Oh, that's a nice expression, but that's all!"

“playball！”

Four eyes touched.

The high-pitched adjudicative words that fell.

"First goal!"

High-spirited momentum.

"Hmm!"

Shigerno Shina's right arm was quickly raised again, clenching the small ball in his palm, feeling the texture of the stitches.

"Whew!"

With that footsteps.

Arms waving out.

A glimmer of light.

poured out at this moment.

Approaching to the bottom of the outside corner of home plate.

Extremely far-reaching angles.

It's like a flash of light.

"Huh!"

Ogawa in the strike zone gritted his teeth.

Be sure of the angle and height of the front.

Quickly swing up the bat.

But it was missed.

The deviation is almost a ball position, and the angle from which it is completely deflected.

"Boom!"

A ball that goes in from a lower position.

On the occasion of the fall.

The sound of a sonic boom.

"Good shot!!"

Reflecting the slight stumbling pace of Ogawa Tsunematsu in the strike zone.

The contrast is striking.

"Second ball!"

"Inside corner, slicing the ball!"

Long-range easing pulling, close-range assault and attacking.

"Whew!"

"Huh"

"Pong!!"

Not only in terms of angle, but also in terms of timing.

With quite tacit understanding of Shigeno and Miyuki.

"Bang!"

"Out of bounds!"

Playing with Ogawa Tsunematsu on top of the applause.

"Oooo

This is destined to be unable to be intercepted by Ogawa Tsunematsu.

"Huh"

"Pong!!"

With that third loud roar.

The shadow of the ball flying upside down.

Flying out of the high-altitude position.

In front of the adjacent midfielders.

"Hardcore!"

It was easily encapsulated by Tojo in a ball sleeve.

"Smack!"

"Out!!"

It was easily won the number of kills!!