In the final matchup.

In any game, Kue High School has the potential to break out.

Superintendent Kataoka hopes that his team will be steadily suppressed, besides, the tactical goal of exercising Sawamura has been achieved, there is no need to dwell on the rest of the things, Sawamura can suppress it, that is, this game, if it can't be suppressed, then change the pitch in advance, this is responsible for a team, of course, the two first-year new catchers don't expect to appear on the stage of today's finals, even if the lead is expanded later, the finals are not a joke, you have to stay on the sidelines and honestly trainee, and at this point, Sawamura, as a party concerned, is also very clear.

"Yes, BOSS!!"

It's not a first-year freshman who joined the baseball club at the beginning of last year.

A game.

A team.

What do you need to do?

Sawamura knows a lot better than he ever did.

The most important thing is that Sawamura himself can clearly feel his somewhat tired physical condition, and he will not show feelings of loss or anything like loss because of the words of his own superintendent, but it further stimulates Sawamura.

This is his last game, and he must be suppressed well.

Then hand the baton to the next pitcher.

"Well, that's good!"

Superintendent Kataoka nodded in satisfaction, and quickly shifted his gaze to Shigeru on the side.

"Shigerun."

"Yes, Overseer, I understand!"

It's just the moment when the eyes meet.

Shigerino fully grasped the meaning that his superintendent's eyes were trying to convey, and Shigerno nodded emphatically, and replied with a solemn look on his face.

It was up to Sawamura to suppress the seventh game.

The last two games were handed over to Shigeno Shin, who was the ace, to wrap up.

The perfect way to win.

That's what the king does.

"Go bold and attack, Rong Chun, I'm behind you."

Shigeno patted Sawamura's shoulder lightly and said with a smile before approaching the game.

"Yes, Shigno Senpai!"

Sawamura puffed out his chest and replied with a serious expression.

"Hahaha! Sawamura! The seventh game is here, it's up to you! ”

"Sawamura! Let's attack. ”

"Rong Chunjun! Solve them one by one! ”

"Come on! Sawamura! ”

"Sawamura-senpai! Defeat them."

In the first bench, whether it was Kuramochi, Maezono and others who followed them on the court, or the remaining Kanemaru, Tojo, Aso, Yui, Seto and others, they all shouted for Sawamura at this moment.

"Oooh!"

And at the same time.

On the third base side, in front of the Kuju High School bench.

"In the seventh game, we still have a chance to play three innings, the difference is only one point, there is no need to worry, the number of changing balls on the left is indeed beyond imagination, but it can be seen in the first six innings, the control of some balls is not stable, and the vigilance required is still Carter balls and speed balls, bite straight balls! It's the basis of everything, get it? ”

Unbeknownst to him, Superintendent Matsumoto of Seido High School was already ready to switch pitches in advance, and he still gave offensive instructions to his own players in front of him according to the established plan.

All the pitching data of Eijun Sawamura that was tested in the first six innings.

And the rhythm that I got used to after these six rounds.

In the final three rounds.

Supervisor Matsumoto has great confidence that his players can make a comeback.

"I didn't win the last game, so win it this time!"

"Yes, Overseer!!"

Two teams, one champion, the battle for the highest glory between the two fierce battle zones of Kanagawa and Tokyo, and the final three rounds of confrontation, whether it is Seichi or Kue, no one wants to give up on this goal of reaching the top at the end.

"The first half of the seventh inning, the attack of Kue High School, the fifth bat, the shortstop, Echizen-kun."

"Come on, Echizen, take one."

"One collection, Sawamura-kun."

"Defeat your opponent head-on, Lord Five, and see how you perform."

"Solve them one by one, Rong Chun."

"Sawamura-senpai, let's go."

"Kuju! Kuju! Kuju. ”

In the seventh game of the head-to-head confrontation, this is the third game that belongs to Echizen.

"Bite the straight ball! Bite the straight ball! Bite the straight ball! ”

Same as before.

The nine-fold five-batter is still a bold choice for an open stance.

An upright metal bat.

It is a baton holding position that is held directly at the shortest distance.

Squatting at home base, Miyuki's eyes narrowed slightly.

"It's really a nine-fold style attack, in that case."

“playball”

Respond to the words of judgment that fall.

"First ball."

"Sawamura, in this game, let's pitch the ball from the outside corner as the core, and pull the space to the most extreme angle as much as possible."

Miyuki quickly gestured at the bottom.

"Yes, Miyuki-senpai!"

Visible to the eye.

It was almost at the moment when Miyuki set the ball sleeve position.

"Whew!"

Pitcher mound above.

Sawamura nodded solemnly.

Swiftly moving arms,

"Huh"

Aim at the outside high point.

Suddenly the pace of moving forward.

A flash of light flew out.

The position over home plate.

"Outside high angle straight ball!"

The light and shadow that flew in from the front.

The Echizen pupil on the strike zone shrank.

The footsteps that went out in a big way, the figure that pulled out.

"Huh"

A metal bat that shook violently.

Upper-side.

"Pong!!"

The moment it overlapped.

The loud sound of falling.

It's a power that can be contained.

But it's a squeeze from a missed angle.

"Huh"

The shadow of the ball flying upside down.

Slammed into the ground in front of third base.

"Bang"

The ball that escaped in advance.

"Out of bounds."

The words of the trial ruling also sounded at the same time.

The power that bursts out on one point.

Although I felt a great deal of stress and exhaustion mentally.

But.

"The last game! I've got to suppress it! ”

"Second ball!"

A small ball firmly held in the palm of your hand.

Follow the instructions of Miyuki in the direction of home plate.

"Whew!"

Another leap out of the cold.

Deceive the position of approaching.

"Huh"

"Smack!"

Staggered arcs.

The ball that was too late to block.

The moment you don't get in.

"Good shot!"

The loud sound of falling.

Compare to Echizen's somewhat ugly expression in the strike zone.

"Third goal!"

Two-goal chase.

With the situation under control, Miyuki came with an aggressive posture.

The number of balls that are not easily wasted.

Make the most of Sawamura's style advantages.

Firmly locked in the tiebreaker in the outside corner.

"Huh"

Than the shadow of the coming ball.

"Huh"

"Pong!!"

Upper position.

It's a small ball and a bat that barely collide together.

A screeching sonic boom falling.

"Huh"

The shadow of the ball that flew out quickly and upside down.

"Bang"

It slammed into the ground in front of third base.

"Tsukasa-san!"

"Woohoo!"

Shoji Tsukasa moving in front press.

"Smack"

The straight ball sleeve steadily inserts the small balloon into it.

When I turned around.

"Huh"

Balls that fly out.

"Smack"

Above first base.

The front garden is easy to catch.

"Out!"