Offense and defense are out of position.

The king of transposition attacks.

"In the second half of the first inning, the attack of Qingdao High School, the first bat, the shortstop, Kuramochi-kun."

Facing Jumo High School, which has four main pitchers.

Even if there is a certain risk in the follow-up pitch, but throughout the previous games, Jumo's follow-up pitch is often extremely stable, Qingdao High School wants to score, and even defeat this team to win the finals, it must race against time, make full use of every mat, even every opportunity to play, only in this way, the goddess of victory will smile at Qingdao High School.

"Sa! Qingdao High School, which fully showed its strength, relied on the strong pitching of the ace Shigerino-kun, and quickly solved the situation of the three upper line players of Jumo High School, which was easily suppressed, and in the second half of the game, it was the turn of the king's attack, the dark horse Jumo from the north, can he withstand the strong attack of Qingdao High School!? ”

"Kurachi, go on, give full play to the strength that your Qingdao cheetah should have."

"Hongo authentic! Show the power of the big speedball that you should have. ”

"Let's defeat them one by one"

"Definitely going to get to the base, Kurachi."

The enthusiastic support one after another, especially on the Qingdao side, after just achieving the suppression of the upper line of Jumo High School, if the attack in the second half of the game can easily score points, it can calmly control the dominance of the whole game.

"Qingdao sophomore, good at opening the bow left and right, the fastest hitter, Masamune, this beater, but if you can't put the base bag, suppress him with the fastest rhythm, don't let him start easily."

Ryoji Okajo, who was squatting at home base, looked at Kuramochi and stepped lightly into the left strike zone, and the striking posture of standing sideways made Ryoji Okashiro's brows frown slightly, and he quickly made a gesture code at the bottom.

"Hmm."

Masamune Hongo, who was on the pitcher's hill, nodded expressionlessly.

“playball”

Dealing with the high-pitched falling words.

The arms that soared to the extreme.

"Boom"

The rushing hustle and bustle.

"Huh"

It's time to let go.

A cold light flickered.

All of a sudden.

With that roaring breath.

The Polar Shadow that swept in.

Burst into the air over home plate.

The position in the strike zone can be reacted to.

"Knock"

The little ball that came in.

"Good shot."

It swept in front of Kuramochi and quickly drilled into the ball sleeve of Okashi Renji behind him.

“150KM”

The values are displayed directly on the wide electronic scoreboard behind him.

"Oh-oh-oh?"

The spectators in the stands also subconsciously let out an exclamation.

"Good boy! Is the first goal such a direct and rough one!? ”

Although he was explained by the coach just now, the first ball was decisively sent, and he was a little bit unfocused on the ball, just focusing on the observation of the trajectory of the ball, but there is one thing to say, just that goal, if he failed to reach the semi-predicted nature of swinging, even if he played the bat, let alone hitting, I'm afraid that the hit is very reluctant, and there is a high probability that it will be empty!?

Kuramochi took a deep breath and swung the metal bat a few times again, and the explanation of his own Ochiai coach came to mind, and the deliberate slowing down of the preparation was like an inadvertent delay of three or four seconds, and then he once again set the batting posture again.

Hongo Masamune on the pitcher's mound also frowned slightly inadvertently, and his expression seemed to become a little unpleasant.

"Second ball!"

"This ball is thrown to the outside corner at a low angle, authentic, and the arm is completely swinged, and you don't need to care too much about the angle, the important speed and the power of the ball."

This was only the first goal, and Rinji Okashiro naturally didn't notice Kurachi's small movements, and the gesture code that was drawn again.

Hongo's arm raised high again, the direction he was looking at.

Sudden footsteps.

"Boom."

Roaring moment.

"Whoosh"

Straight through the shadow of the ball that came in.

"Huh!?"

Kuramori's pupils froze in the strike zone, and the metal bat that was about to be shaken.

The next moment.

I felt a chill in my heart, as if an extremely ominous premonition had hit.

The swinging posture that stopped abruptly.

Sit back and watch the shadow of the ball rushing in.

"Knock"

The angle of the side is a little outward.

"Bad balls."

"It's dangerous!"

"Didn't you swing the baton!?"

Fallen verdict words.

At home plate, Renji Okashiro and Yoichi Kuramochi were synchronized, and their expressions changed slightly, and different thoughts appeared in the depths of their minds at the same time.

"The third ball."

"It's still the outside corner, this ball is a little bit more controlled inside, authentic."

It is necessary to quickly solve the giant Mo to be captured.

Under the orders of his own coach, he deliberately slowed down the pace of the position.

"Huh"

"Huh"

"Boom!"

"Good shot!!"

A position that only plays when necessary.

Even if it is suppressed by Hongo's pitch on the field.

"Fourth ball."

"Huh"

"Huh"

"Pong"

But the pace that couldn't be picked up was gradually slowed down by the cannachi.

"Bang"

"Out of bounds."

It was only after the fourth ball was bombarded by Kuramochi that he gradually smelled a strange breath, and this time Kuramochi's small actions did not escape the eyes of Okayaki Renji.

"Little trick!"

Okashiro's eyes narrowed slightly, and a cold look flashed in his pupils.

"In that case, then there is no need to keep your hand, the next ball, authentic, center position, quick finger fork ball!"

Intend to really seize the dominance of the garrison through such a tough way.

Naturally, Masamune Hongo, who is on the pitcher's hill, will not refuse such a strong match.

The figure that flew up quickly.

The footsteps that marched forward were accompanied by the arms that shot down.

"Huh"

The shadow of the ball flew out of the shining.

Leap over home plate.

"Straight ball in the center!?"

"No!"

"Boom"

The small ball that shook suddenly, the moment of extreme fall.

"Huh"

Kurachi's swinging arms.

Dancing shadows.

"Pong"

A hint of a ball on the tip.

"Damn!"

"Whoosh"

"Bang"

The ball that ricocheted forward slammed into the ground in front of it.

Positions that don't have time to react superfluously.

You can only swing the stick on your instincts.

The metal bat that was quickly thrown away.

Resolutely rushed towards first base.

"Shortstop!"

Even if Kuramochi is already struggling to pull to the left.

Even though Kuramochi has taken his foot speed to the extreme.

"Smack"

However, this is an imminent blow.

Shallow dot position, too reluctant swing of the bat.

Still easily intercepted by the guerrilla Tanaka of Giant Mo Dai Fujimaki High School.

"Whoosh"

"Smack"

"Out!"

Fly to the ball in the direction of first base.

Kurachi was easily won and blocked out of the game.

There was no garrison that managed to break through.

Rao is like this, Kuramochi is already able to run more than half of the base line, and it still makes the hearts of the Jumo Daikenmaki High School players palpitate.

The expression of the Nitta supervisor in front of the third base bench also became more and more solemn.