"Third batter, pitcher, Sato-kun."

"Come on, Sato, take one."

"This is a trump card showdown, Yiqingjun, you will take the first one."

"Give that tyrant a little color, Sato."

"Ace, please."

In the second round of the clearance sequence, the aces of the two teams met head-on.

This is the scene that Yoshiyo Sato has been waiting for for a long time, not only in pitching, but also in terms of hitting to prove that he is stronger than His Royal Highness the Tyrant in front of him, the only way to reach the top, as long as he defeats Qingdao, defeats His Royal Highness the Tyrant, he Sato Yoshikei, they Yurong High School has enough self-confidence and enough capital to reach the top of the country.

"I've been waiting for this opportunity for a long time, Shigeruno-kun, let's fight it out."

Both are sophomores, and they are also ace pitchers in their respective teams' strong baseball sequences.

This is the most contrasting matchup.

"Hehe, as long as you have the strength, Sato-kun."

The eyes of Shigero, who stood proudly on the pitcher's mound, condensed slightly, and a wisp of cold light bloomed from the depths of his eyes.

“playball”

"Hey, it looks very flamboyant and full of offensive desire, do you still choose a more conservative position? It seems that he is very jealous of Ashin. ”

Squatting at home base, Yuko Miyuki, caught a glimpse of Yoshikei Sato's striking posture and position, and a faint smile flashed in his pupils, almost at the same time as the referee gave an order, the gaze that met Shigerun.

"yes, I understand."

Shigerun, who was slightly bowed, nodded slightly, and his fast, straighten body, his eyes stared at the direction of home plate, and the figure suddenly danced.

As you move forward.

"So!"

"Let's have a little greeting first!"

"Boom!"

The ground that was stepped on, the violent dust that flew up.

Response.

"Huh"

The shadow of the ball that flew out.

Aim for home plate.

Turning into an extremely sharp chill, he jumped in front of home plate.

"It's coming!"

The smell of tranquility in the face.

The pupils of Yoshinori Sato on the strike zone shrank.

It's just a split second reaction.

The footsteps of the step, the figure that completely stretches out.

"Huh"

On the occasion of the swing of that bat.

It's not time yet.

The white ball that crossed a beautiful trajectory in the air was suddenly shocked, and the small ball that quickly refracted in.

"Slide ball!?"

In the case that Yoshikei Sato did not have time to react.

Slide in with precise downward refraction.

"Smack"

Precise catches in the side-down position.

The ball that didn't go into the ball sleeve.

Responding to the clear sound of falling.

"Good shot!!"

"What perfect control... What a gorgeous ball road... ”

Yoshinori Sato's mind instantly had such a thought.

It doesn't matter the trajectory of the start.

Or an arc refracted in the air.

Or maybe it's the last landing point to slip into.

Shigeruno's longitudinal slide is simply the ultimate control.

"Soul Fade Fellow! This greeting gift is really good! ”

Sato gritted his teeth, took a deep breath, and looked at Shigerano Shin on the pitcher's mound with a fixed expression.

"It's really worthy of Ashin, there is almost no deviation in the shot and landing point, and the accurate shot is in the most accurate position."

Even if you are picky, you must admit that the ball control ability of your own ace is really becoming more and more exquisite, whether it is the control of the straight ball or the fine change control of the changing ball, it can be reached to the extreme.

Before the summer tournament, the fact that the skateball was repeatedly not very good was as if it were fake.

Pair up with pitchers like that.

For catchers.

It's really a happy thing.

"Second ball!"

The same startup trajectory.

A straight arc that shines through.

"Huh"

When Shigeru no was just raising his arms.

It is a small ball that floats quickly in the air.

"Straight ball!"

It is only a reaction of fragments.

"Huh"

"Pong!!"

Swing up the arms in the lower side position.

"It's so heavy...

It was almost similar to the valley, but it had a different sense of heaviness.

The shock standard that was properly pressed down.

"Damn."

Too late to fine-tune the blow.

"Huh"

The ball that escaped out.

Slammed into the border line.

"Out of bounds."

The words of the ruling of the fallen base.

Sato, who was in the strike zone, also subconsciously gasped.

I have long known that this tyrant is not easy to deal with.

But I didn't expect it to be so tricky.

With such a change in the use of the ball, such a strong straight ball, is this still the standard pitcher of a high school student!?

"Isn't that surprising? This is just the beginning, so take a good look at the pitching feast brought by the proud ace of our school! ”

At home plate, the pride that naturally appeared on Miyuki's face, and the gesture code that was quickly drawn underneath.

Moment of response.

"Whew!"

It was a slender figure dancing on the pitcher's mound.

In addition to the sudden stepping.

The dancing light and shadow.

I shine in a moment

Sato, who was at home base, had just subconsciously shook his arms with instinct.

The shadow was still dangling in mid-air.

Sato's face changed drastically.

"Palm Ball!?"

The one that came to mind was the decisive ball that belonged to the ace in front of him.

It's a moment to emerge.

"Huh"

"Smack"

The ball that leaped under the side was swung by the bat, and it was long overdue and scurryed into the ball sleeve of Miyuki behind him.

"Good ball, hitter out."

"The third goal! The palm ball that fell down in the center, the hitter, Yoshiyo Sato, the empty wave, the strikeout out!! ”

Slide Ball – Straight Ball – Palm Ball.

The pitch is perfectly articulated.

This is not only the performance of the pitcher, but also the ability to throw the ball to the limit.

It also brings the guidance of the catcher and the ability of the catcher to the extreme.

"Is the ace of the king Qingdao? That's what makes it interesting! ”

Yoshikei Sato let out a soft breath and glared viciously at Shigerino on the pitcher's mound, then immediately turned around and walked towards his bench without any drag.

"Fourth baseman, first baseman, Ragawa-kun."

"Don't deliberately aim for a fine blow, hold the long stick thoroughly, this Qingdao ace essentially belongs to the category of a hero, not only the power of the ball, but also the strength of the tail, avoid even the slightest gap."

In front of the third base bench.

Inspector Shimazaki looked very solemn and made a gesture code.

"Yes, Overseer."

It's not just the intelligence gathered before the game.

Just the throwing performance of Shigerino just now, the suppressive power that was presented.

Supervisor Shimazaki can clearly realize that if his own team is a little lacking in the original strength of the line, if he chooses a delicate short stick strike, he will only kill himself, Shigerno Shin is not the rookie first-year before, with the ball control ability of His Royal Highness the tyrant, it is absolutely impossible to easily miss the shot.