Okumura wants to use this method to seize the dominant position.

"Whew!"

The code that is drawn by comparison.

A ball sleeve that moves in an upper-position position.

When it is placed in the designated position.

Flickering light and shadow.

elevated position.

Straight through it.

The next moment.

"Don't look down on people!!"

In an instant.

"Huh"

High angle position.

The black shadow that waved up quickly, the cold ball forward that rushed in the face.

"Huh?"

Compare to Okumura's slightly discolored expression at home plate.

"Pong!!"

This blow was accurately grasped in advance.

This overlapping shadow.

A loud and piercing crash.

"Oh oh oh!"

"Takatsu!!"

"Nice strike!"

"Yo Xi!"

In response to the cheers of the seniors in the third base bench.

"Huh"

The shadow of the ball that flew upside down.

It slammed into the middle of second and third base.

"Bang"

The thud of the landing.

"Da Da Da!"

It was simply too late, or rather, it was a mistake in judgment at the beginning, and he could only watch as the ball crossed the infield and catapulted to the shadow of the grass slope in the far left field.

"Safe base!!"

A ferocious and delicate blow.

Not only did he easily get to first base, but he also directly let Mimura on second base go straight around third base, and with the help of the very slow mid-pass time gap in the first grade, he returned to home plate smoothly, and fell a high-pitched ruling speech.

"Oooh! Twenty-second points! ”

"The senior is really fierce!"

"This kind of attack, such fluency, tsk, it's really a complete ravage of the first-year juniors."

"I wonder if the first grade can withstand it?"

"It's hard! It's really hard! ”

It's the first point of the game that was easily obtained, although it seems that the momentum of the start seems to be very good, but according to this trend, this is still not a reversal of the situation, and the audience outside the stadium is also shaking their heads at this moment, as of the current position, there are and only half of the freshmen have performed well, and the other freshmen are difficult to see at all.

That's half a nine ghosts.,At least it's still recognized in terms of mentality and quantity (if the pitching performance can be better,It's easier to be recognized.,But,This can't be blamed on the nine ghosts.,Of the eleven points lost.,It's really said that the predecessors blasted out of the most are six or seven points.,Or even less.,The rest is because of the catcher's leak.,Because of the fielder's mistakes, etc.,It's the reason for losing eleven points.,If you let Yui or Okumura catch the ball for the nine ghosts.,According to the pitching level and mentality of the nine ghosts., Losing points can be controlled even lower! ）

This is the offensive and defensive battle in the first half of the fourth game.

The different atmosphere of the first-year team at the first appearance made the audience look forward to it a little, but judging from the performance of the two seats just now, it seems that the senior team is still in control.

"It doesn't matter, the ball is well pressed, and then it's time for the real victory!"

It's just that the audience doesn't see the perspective.

Just pitched.

Although there are also Okumura's own miscalculations (not counting the predecessors' aggressive attitude, it is actually so tough.) ）

But specifically, it is still Okumura's own foreshadowing choice.

"Yes!"

Because of the existence of Okumura.

Asada who was also not shaken too much.

"Fifth stick, Catcher, Hunter-kun."

The third hitter in the order of turn.

“playball！！”

"First goal!"

Compare to the high-pitched words that fell.

"Curveball! Come on, Asada and wave your shoulders thoroughly! ”

This is Okumura, who is truly decisive.

Swift gestures out of the code.

"Hmm!"

Visible to the eye.

A wide ball sleeve that catches the depths of Asada's eyes.

Suddenly precipitated the heart.

In a flash.

"Huh"

Arms fluttering.

The little bit of cold that flew out beautifully.

"Huh!?"

Coming to a high-altitude location.

"Curveball!?"

The vibration of light and shadow, the large change of the ball shadow that comes in from the high angle refraction.

"Huh!"

The pupils of the hunting field in the strike zone shrank suddenly, and the bat that was waved out subconsciously.

Shadows of the balls that fall by.

Accurately avoid the coming bat.

The moment you don't get in.

"Smack!"

The clear sound of falling.

"What?"

"Oooh oh!?"

Dealing with the sudden change of expression in the hunting ground in the strike zone.

"Good shot!!"

Superintendent Kataoka, who was behind him, raised his right fist quite decisively, and the loud ruling words fell.

"Curveball!?"

"It's a sharp angle!"

"Can it be refracted from that height?"

"Tsk, how can this first-grade pitcher still have such a ball?"

"And it's also the starting trajectory of the left throw, if it can be further controlled...

"Ho, it's a little bit interesting now!"

The crowd around the stadium lit up, and the chatter became more and more noisy.

Not only the general audience, but also outside the court, including Shigerun, Miyuki, and other senior players who had just finished their training and knew that the orientation match was only halfway through, also gathered, and when they saw the performance of this goal, their faces also showed a different expression.

"Very good, the feeling of that goal just now is very good, according to this feeling, another goal, Asada, this time to further lower the position!"

The starting highs, the falling lows.

It must be a clear and sharp sense of disparity.

"Yes!"

Curveballs that change vertically.

Extreme height, plus the advantage of a left-hand throw.

"Whew!"

The confidence that comes with the first goal.

This second goal, the light and shadow projected more and more hard.

Forced into the position of the inside corner high in the air.

The highs are concentrated.

"Huh!? Or a curveball!? ”

The light and shadow that catches your eye.

The light and shadow refracted by the extreme vibration.

"Huh"

The hunting ground still followed the curve of the refraction of the ball.

This is the ball that didn't go in.

"Pong!!"

It's just a barely rubbed striker.

"Huh"

The ball bounced off and flew straight out of the first base.

"Bang"

Dust kicked up by the ground.

"Out of bounds!"

The verdict of the trial also fell at the same time.

"Oooh! Is this a chase? ”

"Sure enough, this curveball is very good!"

"The next thing is to see how to win?"

"Straight ball? Or continue to curve the ball!? ”

Different from the previous two beaters, facing the third senior beater, this time it was the first grade who was easily pursued, which caused a trace of restlessness.

"Third goal!"

There is no need to waste balls.

Let's win right here in one go!

A wisp of color flew through the pupils of Okumura at home base, and the code was quickly drawn at the bottom.

"Hmm!"

Alignment of sight.

Pitcher mound above.

Aada's arms were dancing fast again.

All of a sudden.

"Huh"

Flying out of the polar shadow.

"Huh!?"

"Oops!"

A shadow that runs straight into the air in the inner corner.

"Huh"

It was a swinging bat.

High position.

Interlaced black and white shadows.

Deviation of the arc.

"Smack!"

The moment I didn't get in.

"Good shot, hitter out!!"

"Oooo

Against the backdrop of the sudden loud exclamation.

Rhythm on the field!

At this moment!

Instantaneous!