Two out, someone on third base.

This seems to be a very delicate situation, but in fact, at this stage, the best situation that the three high schools of the city can create, especially for top pitchers like Shigerino Shin, after eight rounds, there are only two such attack situations, only one point in the last game, and in this game, it is also two outs, but! However, it was the smooth advancement of the base pack to the third base position, and the fourth round of the sequential turn to play the line, which is the purpose of the municipal high school, or the supervisor of Tahara.

The expressions of Supervisor Kataoka and Hiromitsu Ochiai, who were in front of the third base bench, also changed slightly.

There are people on third base.

The defense of a team, especially the mental pressure on the pitcher is completely different, especially under such a high-level duel, one point represents the victory of a game, the first half of the eighth inning, the remaining one point gap, such a situation, as long as a hit, whether it is an infield or an outfield, you can equalize the score!

"Do you want to put pressure on you in this way?"

Shigero, who was standing on the pitcher's mound, raised the brim of his hat slightly, and the expression on his face became colder.

"First bat, left fielder, Yoshida-kun."

"Please, Yoshida!"

"One more point! One more point! ”

"Straight to the equalizer! No! Reverse it! ”

"Rush! Yoshida-kun! ”

"Yoshida-senpai! I'll leave it to you! ”

"A collection! Yoshida! ”

On the most important occasion, if the score can be equalized here, or even further threaten Shigerinoshin, the chances of winning this game will rise infinitely, not to mention that there is still the ninth game of the offensive and defensive battle, that is, the eighth game in front of him, the third high school of the city will be sure to directly counterattack the game!

And all the burdens came to Yoshida, who was the first to be the stick.

"One! One! Definitely have to get a hit! ”

Biting his lower lip, Yoshida faintly revealed a wisp of crazy color in his pupils, his face was hideous, and with a clenched metal bat, Yoshida strode straight into the strike zone.

Be sure to take a hitter for this hit.

"I believe in you, Yoshida!"

The tenser who was slightly bowed and his muscles tensed up and stepped on the third base was also at this moment shouting for Yoshida who walked into the strike zone.

"Believe it? Tianjiujun, don't be too naïve! ”

And in response to the loud shouting words of the day.

Pitcher mound above.

Shigeno greeted Yoshida, who had walked into the strike zone, and an extremely sharp cold light jumped in the depths of his eyes.

"Ichiya!"

"Yes, I understand!"

Casting with eyes on each other.

Home plate.

Yu Xing immediately got the meaning of his own ace adult, the squatting posture that moved slightly sideways.

“playball！”

Dealing with the high-pitched adjudicatory words that fell.

"First goal!"

Arms raised high.

"Boom!"

The direction in which Shigeno Shin was staring, the arms that flicked forward.

Suddenly.

"Whew!"

A sharp flash of light flickered.

Straight towards home plate.

Location in the left inner corner of the drive.

"Straight ball!? No! Is it a slicing ball!? ”

Threaded into the arc that came in.

Suddenly refracted trajectory.

"Huh!"

Yoshida's pupils shrank in the strike zone.

A bat that swings hard.

Deviation by a trace of position.

Staggered arcs.

The white shadow that has not entered.

"Smack!"

Extremely clear and loud sound.

On the occasion of the fall.

"Good shot!"

The presiding judge behind him immediately shouted.

"Second ball!"

Faster pace.

We must suppress the situation to the end.

"Whew!"

When you raise your hand.

The white sphere shadow refracted again violently.

Depressed trajectories.

That white shadow flickered suddenly.

The angle of coercion.

"Huh!?"

The awe-inspiring shadow of the ball that flew above the angle of the sky.

"Huh!"

Yoshida's expression in the strike zone did not change, only his eyes became extremely sharp.

Spot the refraction position of the ball.

The bat that swung hard.

"Pong!!"

Angle of presence.

Black and white shadows overlapping.

A sudden roar of explosions.

Violent vibrations transmitted from the bat.

"Damn!"

Ling Yoshida's expression became even more hideous, wanting to suppress it, but he couldn't suppress it.

"Huh"

A small ball that flies out upside down.

"Bang"

Uncontrollably, it catapulted heavily towards the first base.

The thud of the landing.

Small balls that bounce out.

"Out of bounds!"

The verdict of the trial also fell.

Immediately after the cut, he still aimed at the inside corner with a tough straight ball.

A straight ball soaring to "149KM".

This made Yoshida's expression in the strike zone very difficult to look at.

It's already the eighth game!

But the physical strength and control of the Qingdao ace in front of him have not weakened or decreased at all!?

No!

It should be said that it has been weakened.

It's just to retire as the game progresses.

Not only Shigerino Shin, who pitched, but also the physical strength and energy of the players on the Sangao side also declined visibly, so that Shigerinoshin, who originally had a certain advantage in physical fitness, was even more difficult to resist.

"Third goal!"

Attacking the way of pitching.

"Boom!"

Steps that move forward.

A small ball clenched in the palm of your hand.

"Whoosh"

The moment it suddenly shot forward.

Flying light and shadow.

The high-angle position of the neighbor.

The arc that falls before the curve.

"Slide ball!?"

"Huh"

"Pong!!"

Reluctantly resigned.

It's just a blow that hits the edge of the front.

"How can it be repaired!"

This is an uncounteracting force.

"Huh"

The shadow of the ball flying upside down again.

It slammed into the ground in front of third base.

Jumping out of the track.

"Bang"

The next second.

Escape beyond the boundary.

"Snap"

"Out of bounds"

Fallen verdict words.

Yoshida's expression in the strike zone also became more gloomy.

Uncontrollable timing.

It's almost just an angle to the edge of the striker.

It also has the power to be completely suppressed.

"A little faster! Gotta go faster! Catch the target! Strike in the most extreme position, the fastest position! ”

The bat held tightly in the palm of his hand, Yoshida faintly revealed a scarlet color in his pupils.

Pitcher mound above.

A faint look of sarcasm flashed in Shigero's pupils.

The next moment.

Dancing posture.

The arms raised high.

Targeted position.

"Ichiya!"

"Hmm!"

Reach a consensual surrender.

On the occasion of blooming.

A shimmering shadow of the ball.

A time gap of tenths of a second. 、

"Whew!"

"This is the time!"

Yoshida's eyes widened suddenly, and he swung his metal bat with all his might.

The wind is blowing fast!

But!

The next second.

"Huh!?"

A bat that dances violently.

It was still like a ball bobbing in the sky.

"Palm Ball!?"

Clenched teeth.

There was an ugly look on his face.

There was simply no time to recover the bat.

The angle of the neighbor.

Sharp falling arcs.

A posture that cannot be contracted back.

Yoshida could only watch the ball pass by his side.