"Yes, Overseer!"

Several players from Kuju High School on the field, especially Aota on third base and Echizen on the strike zone, touched the brim of their hats with solemn expressions, and on the other hand, Shoji Tsurigasa as the third baseman of the Qingdao Road was staring at Aota on his side, and he also had to devote half of his energy to guard against the nine hitters in the strike zone.

Because in this case, even if it is rolling the earth, it is possible for the runner to force the start and go straight to home base, so to speak, full base, no one is out is the highest pressure garrison scene of any team, even if there are many words of encouragement to Sawamura just now, but when it comes to himself, this pressure is not so easy to eliminate.

“playball！！”

It's almost a response to the high-pitched words of the referee on home plate.

In the field, including the Aodo infielder, almost everyone's muscles were subconsciously tensed, and Aota's body above third base leaned forward slightly, which was ready to start at any time, which made the alarm in the depths of Tsukasa's heart sound to the highest level of alert.

Will the runner on third base start?

This is a question that is not yet certain.

But as long as the runner puts on such a posture, he can completely force the defender to be on guard against this, which is a righteous way of attacking on the surface.

"Come on! Sawamura! ”

Miyuki also knows exactly what the current situation means for his team.

All the more so, this is a time when there can be absolutely no slackness and timidity.

"First goal! The outside corner is high, and this ball can be thrown off a bit! Angle is more important! ”

"Yes, Miyuki-senpai!"

The code on the right.

Set the position of the ball cover.

In the case of full base.

The first goal.

The line of sight in focus.

Sawamura's body quickly straightened, clutching the small ball in his palm, feeling the delicate touch transmitted from the front surface.

Nerves focused on one point.

The next moment.

"Huh"

The shadow of the ball projected.

The aurora that shines out.

Aiming at the direction of home plate, the attack flew away.

"Huh!?"

Near home plate over home.

The outer position of the snug side.

"Outside corner straight!"

Clearly captured trajectories.

The pupils of Echizen on the strike zone froze, and the steps that stepped forward sideways, the waist that twisted hard.

"Huh"

The power of conduction.

A metal bat swinging rapidly.

The next moment.

close to the location.

"Pong!!"

The overlapping light and shadow.

The loud sound of falling.

"Is it still half a beat slower?"

Even if there are adjustments, it is still a little slower to strike.

The arc which I was not able to grasp thoroughly.

Echizen on the strike zone gritted his teeth and forced a sweep of the bat to the right.

"Huh"

A small ball that flies out upside down.

"Bang"

Slammed into the ground in front of first base.

Before waiting for the figure of the front garden to fly over.

"Smack!"

It was already a small ball that had been flown out in advance.

Fall outside the borders.

"Out of bounds!"

"Second ball!"

The first goal was a strong attack.

The second goal is even more tempo.

"Inside corner high through ball!"

The angle at which the horizontal pull in.

"Whew!"

Light and shadow blooming on the fingertips.

The moment of forced in.

"Huh!?"

"Huh"

"Pong!!"

A thumping roar.

A force that cannot be resisted.

"Bang"

Catapulted out again.

It slammed into the ground in front of third base.

It's a good start for Qingtian.

"Runner starts!"

Before Tsushikasa finished shouting this sentence.

"Huh"

"Snap"

It was the shadow of the ball that escaped again.

Again fell beyond the borders.

"Out of bounds."

Raised arms, high-pitched adjudicatory words.

The three runners of Jiuju High School, who had all started at the same time just now, also stopped their own tracks and retreated to their own bases.

"From the outside corner to the inside corner, is it all a strong attack? Didn't hesitate at all? In that case! ”

A wisp of evil aura flashed in Miyuki's pupils.

"The third goal! No. 11, quickly finger the fork ball, this time don't have any bias, that is, the center position is directly projected, to control the force, close to the home plate before falling! Sawamura! ”

The more crisis.

This is the more you need the moment to unleash your potential.

At this stage.

It is also in the current situation.

The most suitable ball species.

Miyuki's decisive gesture.

"Yes, Miyuki-senpai!"

At the moment when he saw the code, Sawamura's eyes on the pitcher's mound widened suddenly, and the pale golden halo that appeared was more and more tightly clenched the white ball on the palm of his hand, and the delicate texture transmitted from the stitches.

"Third goal!"

Arms raised high.

A little concentrated high-altitude location.

"Boom!"

With the vigorous steps forward.

The roar sounded, responding to the rippling waves.

"Whew!"

Blooming light and shadow.

The beautiful aurora that flew out.

In a flash.

"Huh!?"

It's like a raging wave.

Surging might.

Drill straight into the airspace above home plate.

The heart of the red ball.

"Straight ball in the middle!?"

The trajectory that comes into view.

Echizen's pupils in the strike zone shrank suddenly, and the swift steps forward, the waist twisted by the forward pressure.

"Huh!"

Just swinging arms.

The next second.

A vibrating halo.

"Whew!"

Approaching the arc of extreme descent in front of you.

"Quick finger fork ball!?"

Sharp fall trajectory.

It seemed like an arc to escape.

In a moment, Echizen's biting lower lip, bloodthirsty red eyes, forcibly pulled back the pace, and forced the bat to press down at the limit.

"Soul Fade Fellow!"

Front ends.

"Pong!!"

Loud roar.

"Nani!?"

It seems to be very reluctant, but it is a blow that is accurately captured in time.

It's just a blow with a high degree of deviation.

"Fly out for me!"

Shake it hard.

"Huh"

The shadow that squeezed frantically on the bat for less than a fraction of a second.

It was in Miyuki's suddenly changed expression.

Fly out upside down.

It slammed into the middle of second and third base.

"Bang!"

The dull sound of landing.

The dust that rises is flying all over the sky.

"Dada-da-da!"

"Oooh oh!?"

"Crossing!!"

"Stop!!"

Rivalry at the limit distance.

The figure of the four runners who rise in sync.

"How can it be repaired!"

Forward press stance.

Marching figure.

"it!?"

"Isn't it!?"

Everyone in the stands stared wide-eyed, almost thinking that this ball was going to travel through the past moment.

"Don't be too naïve!"

The galloping posture, the speed of the wind.

Standing in the middle of second and third bases.

Almost at the moment when the ball hit the ground and ejected out, it subconsciously flew towards the right position.

Confrontation at the tipping point.

The arc drawn at the most extreme position.

"Smack!"

High-altitude cross-sectional attitude!?

"What!?"

It was actually a shadow that was forcibly intercepted.