It's almost completely in the eyes of Miyuki.。

This is a scenario that does not require hesitation at all.

"Second ball!"

In an instant, it was an immediate decision.

Miyuki's gesture code that was quickly drawn underneath.

"Hmm!"

The moment Sawamura saw the code, he nodded again.

The meaning of the match that you get.

Arms raised high.

With the right leg that slammed forward.

"Boom!"

Flying dust.

"Whew!"

The wave that exploded.

A bright light.

From Sawamura's fingertips pressed down on the occasion.

Swiftly flew out.

Nearby high-altitude location.

Nine pupils froze, and their arms suddenly swung out.

"Huh"

"Pong!"

Overlapping light and shadow.

The loud sound of falling.

A small ball that flies out upside down.

"Bang"

Slammed into the surface beyond the boundary.

"Out of bounds!"

The verdict of the trial also fell at this moment.

"Third goal!"

"Carter Ball Reform"

Two-goal chase.

Never stop.

It's the most suffocating rhythm that I want.

"Yes, Miyuki-senpai!"

Sawamura, who was instructed by the code, raised his arms decisively.

The lateral position of the target.

Cross the pace.

The forward pressure position should be more large than the previous one.

"Boom!"

The moment of the explosion.

"Huh"

The wave that broke out.

A bright shadow shone out at this moment.

A high-altitude location.

"Outside corner straight!"

The tracks captured.

The next moment.

"Huh"

Follow the waving metal bat.

However.

"Huh!?"

The next moment.

The ball that was lost in an instant.

I haven't waited for Jiujo to react.

"Smack!"

The clear sound that fell in my ears.

"Good shot, hitter out!"

Kujo's expression became very shocked.

"Huh? What just happened? ”

The incomprehensible refraction of the ball seems to be a shadow that disappears in an instant.

"Slideball? Curveball? Two sutures? What the hell is this? ”

I was not able to see the change in the second half.

Nine that cannot be judged.

And those who were on the bench on the first base, Supervisor Sasaki and Mima and other White Dragon High School people were even more limited to the angle, unable to understand the ball at the first time, only Mima seemed to be aware, but could not be sure of the slight frown.

"Oooh! Three goals to win the strikeouts of the first hitter. ”

"Tsk, it's okay, the first hitter can easily solve it, and the rhythm will be different."

"In this way, the dominant power can be held on the side of Qingdao for the time being."

"Now it's up to the White Dragon to respond."

"If it is easily suppressed in the first game, it will be a little difficult to follow."

Three goals, straight down the number of strikeouts, a little restrained situation, for Qingdao High School, this is an excellent start, and standing in the stands from the perspective of the general audience, this is still at the beginning of the trial, the focus depends on the next confrontation, but also because of the perspective, almost everyone did not see the sharpness of Sawamura's goal just now, only in the front position behind home plate, and then the angle has to be just right for the discerning eye to see through a little.

"Second bat, left fielder, Miyao-kun."

The first hitter was knocked out with a clean strikeout.

Bring a change in rhythm.

prompted White Dragon High School to put more effort into this first game.

How much to salvage the situation a little bit.

This is the second batter in turn.

"What was that ball?"

Kujo and Miyao, which pass sideways.

Miyo asked in a low voice.

"No, I don't understand what it is at all, the ball disappeared in front of me all of a sudden, a bit like a horizontal slide, but the trajectory of the shot is completely different, I didn't see it clearly at all, in addition, Miyaoo, you need to pay attention to it, that pitcher, the actual ball speed and the speed seen by the naked eye have a very fatal deviation, don't be induced."

Kujou took a deep breath and said as if he was gritting his teeth.

"Well, I see."

Listen to the words of your first teammate.

Miyao's expression also became more solemn, clenching the metal bat in his hand more and more hard, and after nodding heavily, he stepped straight into the strike zone.

Instructed this time, under the instructions of the own superintendent.

Miyao has just stepped into the strike zone, and according to the data obtained from the first baton out, he directly pushed into the front position of the strike zone, as if he was going to put on the toughest duel posture in this first game.

I want to try out all the details of the blue road as much as possible.

It's just that.

Don't say that there is a good luck.

The current Sawamura is by no means an existence that White Dragon High School can easily probe to the bottom.

Because.

"This guy is far from the stage of complete body!"

Compare to Miyuki's slightly raised eyebrows at home plate.

“playball！”

The loud words that fell.

Swiftly gesture at the bottom.

"First goal!"

Sawamura at the moment when he saw the code.

A decisive step forward.

"Huh"

Soaring arms.

The nerves that focus on one point feel the touch of the delicate stitches.

Beyond the flick.

The Polar Shadow that shines out.

than over home plate.

The brilliance that forced in.

The tail of the uterus that had no time to react.

"Smack!"

It seems to be frozen.

The shadow that didn't go in.

"Good shot!"

The words of the judgment that fell.

The contrast was the stunned expression of the white dragon on the strike zone.

"That's why I said, that guy's ball speed looks very different from what it actually is!"

Kujo, who had just been knocked out and returned to the bench, could naturally understand the emotions of his teammates at this moment, it was by no means the first time he saw a pitch that could be easily reacted to, from Kujo's point of view, this left throw, I'm afraid it was no worse than His Royal Highness the Tyrant.

"Second ball!"

"Speed Ball!"

"Yes!"

Visible to the eye.

Match the ball on top.

"Huh"

It's almost the same pitching posture, the light and shadow of the shot.

Lower the balls that are flying in.

"Huh"

"Pong!"

"It's over!"

Full of hooked palace tails.

A blow to radical deviations.

It's just a blow to the front end of the ball.

The ball that bounces back from a low blow.

The bright second baseman rolls the ground head-on.

"Smack"

Kominato Haruichi hardly needs to move, and the slightly leaning forward body and straightening the ball cover are the balloon that is steadily inserted into the ball cover.

"Huh"

"Smack!"

Then flew over first base.

It was caught firmly by the front garden.

"Out!"

Very directly won this second blocked out.

Smooth pacing.

This seems to be an unstoppable power.

Two outs.

This was enough to make the players of White Dragon High School realize that the left throw in front of them was much trickier than expected.

"Oooh! Two goals to win the second out. ”

"Tsk, Bailong probably didn't expect it, right?"

"In this case, the dominance of the first game will be on the side of Qingdao."

"It depends on whether the next Mima-kun can make a breakthrough!"

"If you can't break through, the rhythm of the initial game of this game will be difficult for Bailong!"