On the hustle and bustle of the court, the collision in the air

The senior Inoue who walked slowly up to the pitcher's hill, and the senior Keisuke Miyauchi who stood sideways.

Alignment of sight.

Burst sparks.

The fiery atmosphere of the duel also suddenly became more and more intense.

"The bottom half of the fifth inning, the attack of the first-year team, six bats, third baseman, Mimura-kun."

"Mimura, don't think too much about complicated things, just aim at the ball you want to hit and swing the stick thoroughly."

In the strike preparation area.

Shigerinoshin patted Mimura's shoulder lightly, and there was a flash of Mimura's incomprehension in his pupils, and said softly, Mimura nodded slightly hesitantly after being slightly stunned for a moment.

Mimura, who was standing on the strike zone, still reverberating in his mind about what Shigeno had just said to him.

Aim for the type of ball you want to play and swing the bat.

Mimura pursed his lips, and a different kind of shine danced in the depths of his eyes.

“playball！！”

Stand still.

Behind him, Superintendent Kataoka's high-pitched voice sounded.

And then it goes.

"Huh"

The shadow of the ball that suddenly shone from the pitcher's mound.

The next second.

The moment is approaching.

"Huh?"

At the moment when the three villages had not yet reacted.

"Smack"

The galloping ball shadow had quickly sunk into the ball sleeve of the seniors in the palace behind him, and made a crisp sound.

"Good shot!!"

So fast...

Mimura maintained a swinging posture, and a stunned expression appeared in his eyes, he was not ready, and the ball flew straight over.

Sure enough, I don't give any chance to react.

Mimura's face couldn't help but show a wry smile.

"Hoo 。。。。。"

Mimura took a deep breath, calmed down, and rearranged his striking stance.

"Hmph, compared to the little ghosts in front, the current group of little ghosts, can't be completely suppressed in terms of momentum?"

At home base, the senior in the palace gasped two times from his nostrils, squinted at the side of Mimura, and thought secretly in his heart.

The momentum of this group of imps must be suppressed here, otherwise, it will not be possible to take back the dominance of the game, Inoue Senpai.

Keisuke Miyauchi looked at the senior Inoue on the pitcher mound with blazing eyes, and the hint of meaning revealed in his eyes also made the senior Inoue nod solemnly.

"Second ball, straight ball high in the inside corner."

is also a second-year catcher.,It's still Keisuke Miyauchi in the Second Army.,And Chris's predecessor happens to be two catchers with opposite styles.。

Similar to Miyuki's style of balling.

The predecessors of the palace were more advocating offensive garrisons.

Be proactive.

Use your own way to master the rhythm of the duel.

"Hmm"

Therefore.

Miyauchi Senpai is likewise the kind of catcher who doesn't mind risking a certain amount of risk to match the ball.

After all.

High risk also means high return.

Not to mention facing an opponent with a clear gap in strength in this kind of situation.

Punch hard.

is the most effective way.

"Huh"

"Huh"

"Pong"

"It's so heavy...

"Bang"

"Out of bounds."

The irresistible power of the ball, the suppressive force of Ling Erlai, even if Mimura is already very persevering in following the ball, he still can't really keep up with the pitching of Inoue's predecessors.

"Whoosh"

Every time the arms were raised, all the strength of Inoue's predecessors was poured into it.

Cautious pitching is also relative, and for different opponents, Inoue's style of pitching will not change, but, in terms of rhythm.

Of course, there will be differences.

In front of the freshmen in his baseball club, who are only in the first grade.

Inoue seniors have no soft intentions.

Thoroughly implementing the sharpest offensive rhythm is the best choice at the moment.

"Huh"

"Smack"

"Good ball, hitter out!!"

The last ball, the standard high lob in the outside corner, Mimura had no choice but to play the bat, and was taken out of the strikeout.

An irresistible gap in absolute strength.

Mimura bit his lip tightly, revealing an unwilling expression.

The expression on Shigero's face in the strike preparation area remained unchanged, but he shook his head lightly in his heart, Mimura was still a little greedy, if he bit the straight ball just now, and covered the outside or inside corner, there was a probability that he could bombard the inner field to roll the ground, or a high flying ball to bet on a wave of base probability.

A blow that clearly has some scruples.

I don't have the strength to match.

It's normal to get strikeouts down.

"However, compared to last year, Inoue's senpaire's possession has indeed become more slender, and there are almost no gaps to drill in corner kicks...

Looking at the figure of the pitcher Mound Inoue senior, Shigeno Shin thought silently in his heart.

"Seven, pitcher, Shigerun-kun."

"Oh oh, oh, it's coming, it's coming, Shigerun-kun's seat."

"In the middle school period, the pitcher who pitched with double ability was not only an ace, but also a four-batter, which is very exciting."

"It's up to that kid from Shigeru to break the deadlock here and win back a city for the first-grade team."

"The blows in the spring competition were also hearty."

"Unless it's a home run, otherwise, even if Shigerino can get on base, the follow-up hitters may not be able to send Shigerino back to home plate."

"Well, that's what it's all about."

"Right?"

"En"

Slender figure, steady pace.

When Shigerino Shin paced into the strike zone, the eyes of the audience were all focused on Shigerino Shin, and the senior Miyauchi at home base looked at Shigerino Shin with an inexplicable gaze.

Pitcher mound on Inoue senpai.

Shigerino Shin on the strike zone.

The senior in the palace of the home plate squatting.

The sights of each other, the sparks that burst out in an instant.

Shigerano Shin could clearly feel the momentum and coercion from his predecessors.

Twisting his neck slightly, Shigerno Shin's sideways figure, holding the bat, also showed a cold look in his gaze when he looked at Inoue's seniors.

“playball！！”

After the Kataoka supervisor behind him glanced over Shigerino's body, he quickly shouted loudly.

Meanwhile.

Home plate.

The pupils of the palace seniors flashed, and the fingers moved slightly.

Inoue senior bowed his head slightly, and he quickly stepped forward, and with the steps in front of him, he shook his arm hard.

"Huh"

A sharp ball striker leaped into the picture.

In the direction of home plate, Shigeruno's position galloped towards him.

A shrill sonic boom roared in Shigerino's ears.

Shigerun's pupils quickly rotated, and his excellent dynamic vision allowed Shigerino to quickly capture the trajectory of the incoming ball.

"Outside corner straight."

Judgment between less than a fraction of a second.

Shigerno Shin's figure suddenly pulled away, the step that stepped forward, the figure moving sideways, leaned his center of gravity forward slightly, and the next second.

"Huh"

A metal bat that suddenly clenched its arms and danced vigorously.

On the occasion of rubbing in the air.

"Pong"

The ball and bat collided violently.