The first goal, a straight ball in the center position.

"This kid !!"

Hirakawa's head suddenly lifted up, and his gaze flashed in the direction of the pitcher's mound.

"Raise your legs, wave your arms, first goal!! It is a straight ball that is directly attacking from the front, and the hitter is empty, and the ball is good!! ”

It was a very strong first goal, as if it was in response to the fast-paced defense of the three highs in the half-game, and the host's words, which were also impassioned, made the spectators everywhere in the stands couldn't help but exclaim.

Very clean and neat swing of the arm, the speed of the ball is naturally needless to say, although it was said that it was not touched just now, but the afterglow of the shock, the ball power and tail strength of this ball must also be very terrifying, is it really a famous man? It's funny, first-year imp, let me see how powerful you really are!?

Hirakawa's metal bat that shook vigorously again.

Between the whistling, the "whirring" sound that came out, the re-set strike posture, the eyebrows of Miyuki, who was squatting on the side, raised slightly, and the smile that flashed at the corner of his eyes was lightly drawn out at the bottom, and he made a secret signal in the direction of Shigero.

Shigerno Shin also nodded with a solemn expression, and the slightly retreating step, the left leg that was immediately raised high, the right arm that flickered up, and the bright luster that flashed at the top.

"Boom"

The wave of air swept at the same time, and the arm swayed down with force.

"Whoosh"

Highlight the flying aurora borealis.

Jumping in mid-air.

In the next second, there was a terrifying aura, and it was rushing towards home plate, and the light and shadow that was deceiving itself were near the strike zone.

Hirakawa's pupils suddenly condensed as he stepped here.

The light that catches my eye.

"Huh"

The waist twisted up from the side transmits all the power of the lower body to the arms, and the arms that swing up to the extreme drive the metal bat in the hand to cut through the space.

"Boom"

The sonic boom that exploded.

In an instant.

The overlapping shadows.

"Pong!!"

The bats and balls that slammed together fiercely, there was a violent sound, feeling the vibration of the palm, Hirakawa's face did not change, but the look in his pupils became more and more cold, and the metal bat that was almost uncontrollable, Hirakawa gritted his teeth, and the center of gravity of his footsteps was thrown out very quickly.

"Huh"

The dancing bat, the shadow of the ball that shoots out.

"Oh no!"

The ball just flew out at the moment.

Pingchuan's face couldn't help but change.

"Huh"

"Bang"

The reflection of the ball that could no longer be frontal, the shadow that smashed on the surface between home plate and the pitcher's mound, and after the bounce again, Shigerano Shin on the side pulled easily, turned sideways quickly, and straightened the left-handed ball sleeve firmly into the ball sleeve.

"Smack"

In addition to the set.

In Pingchuan, who was just starting, his pupils shrank suddenly.

"Huh!"

Gently raising the corners of his mouth, Shigeru no changed hands and threw the ball in the direction of first base.

"Whoosh"

Yuuki's predecessor's standing figure is very firmly incorporated into the ball cover.

"Smack"

"Out!!"

First Goal Deterrence.

The second ball strikes.

The first number of outs won by extreme ferocity.

Hirakawa, who was standing still, bit his cheek, and a look of extreme displeasure flashed in his gaze in the direction of Shigerun.

"Oh oh oh!! Good ball, Ace Lord. ”

"One out, one out, one out."

"Let them all submit before you, Your Highness the Tyrant!!"

"Come on, Shigerun-kun."

"Qingdao, Qingdao, Qingdao."

You want to be strong!? Then I'm stronger, you have to be fast!? Then I'll pick up the pace.

No one can be on my home turf.

Steal my style!!

Shigerino Shin stood tall on the pitcher's mound, his slightly raised chin and a cold look blooming in his pupils, which made the group of players on the three-high bench not far away all feel awe-inspiring.

"It's really an annoying arrogant junior."

In the bench seat, the third-year-high and fourth-year-old batters of the City University, who was preparing for the strike, raised his eyes slightly, and a burst of light suddenly erupted from his pupils, and the words that came out in a low voice seemed to carry endless momentum.

"Two sticks, left fielder, Oshima-kun."

You can appropriately let go of some outside balls, concentrate on the bias and inside balls, and try to control the opportunity to pull out.

Standing in front of the third-base bench, Superintendent Tahara's right hand fingers moved slightly, and he drew a gesture code at Oshima, who was walking in the strike zone.

"Yes, Overseer."

Oshima touched the brim of his hat with a serious expression, signaling that he understood.

There is no lack of the ability to attack the three high lines, and the ace pitcher who has never been in front of any efficient team, even if it is known for its good defense of the country, in yesterday's finals, they also knocked out a lot of hits, but in some innings they could not convert it into a score.

Oshima recognized the strength of the so-called tyrant junior in front of him.

But that doesn't mean Oshima thinks Shigeno can't be attacked!

"Little ghost, as long as the ball path deviates a little, senior, I will teach you what real baseball is!!"

The metal bat clutched tightly in the palm of his hand, the fierce look on his face.

"Huh!!"

It also made the cold light in the depths of the eyes of Shigerno Shin, who was slightly bowed by the pitcher Qiu, become more and more intense.

“playball！！”

"Still not the slightest hint of compromise? Scold? It's worthy of the team that just defeated Di Donggao. ”

Yu Yuko, who was squatting at home base, glanced at the position of Oshima next to him, and when his slightly furrowed brow was released in the next second, when he seemed to think of something in his mind, the corners of his mouth curved into a beautiful arc.

"First goal! Let's just throw this ball. ”

The fingers that moved slightly, the gesture code came out again.

"Hmm!"

Shigerino Shin quietly bowed his head, his slightly bowed body was straight, and he threw the ball straight, towards his left leg, which was walking straight, aiming at Oshima, who was standing in the right strike zone.

Hold the ball in the palm of your hand and shake it suddenly.

"Huh"

The cold light that ejected out was in the moment of flickering in mid-air.

The next second.

The sound of breaking the air began.

The galloping light and shadow suddenly approached the home plate.

"It's coming!"

When you raise your eyes.

Oshima's same footsteps, a metal bat that danced vigorously.

"Not good!!"

The light suddenly shook in the air, and the trajectory of the past ball was suddenly refracted again in the direction of the inner corner.

"Jet Ball !!"

We are trying to make changes in a split second.

"Huh"

"Pong!!"

But there was still no way to twist back in the most extreme position, and the heavy blow sounded, and the small ball that was frantically squeezed on the bat suddenly ejected.

Shine in the infield high in the sky.

"Shortstop!"

"No problem, Ace!!"

The guerrilla who stepped out, Yoichi Kurachi, stared at the small ball in the air, with a perfect sliding step.

"Smack"

Catch the falling ball firmly in the palm of your hand.