On the pitcher mound, Haruka Nanami is in a very strange state.

In his eyes, the surrounding spectators and fans seemed to have disappeared.

There are only gloves in the hands of the catchers, and the opponent standing on the strike zone.

"It's Aoichi!"

The moment he saw Feng Xiang, Nanami Haruka had a feeling of reunion after a long absence, as if this was the first time he faced Feng Xiang today.

The two used to be partners in the Little Stick era, why they didn't enter a school, Nanami Haruka can't remember clearly.

In short, the two are not together.

Fortunately, Nanami Haruka doesn't feel sorry either. In his eyes, Feng Xiang is a good friend, but he is just a friend. As a partner, he doesn't think Feng Xiang is his best choice.

Feng Xiang worked hard, but he was too stupid.

Strike zone.

The desire on Feng Xiang's body to fight was about to erupt from his body.

Nanami Haruka forgot why the two separated, Feng Xiang remembered it too much.

"We're the best buddies!"

A few years ago, the two were still on the same team, and every time they defeated their opponents, Feng Xiang would say this to Nanami Haruka.

Haruka Nanami kept smiling and didn't say anything.

It wasn't until that national final that they missed out on the championship by making a mistake in the final.

After the defeat, Feng Xiang was also sad, but what made him even more sad was Nanami Haruka's words.

"Aoyi, you're too stupid!"

You're so stupid!

These words were like a loud slap in the face, making him hot and painful.

Aren't we the best partners?

Yes, he was always saying it, and Haruka Nanami never agreed to it.

……

The past has left completely different traces in the hearts of the two parties.

A casual complaint in Nanami Yao's heart was a huge scar in Feng Xiang's heart. Since then, Feng Xiang even wanted to give up baseball for a while, but fortunately he didn't give up.

If he had given up at the time, there would have been a chance to take revenge on Haruka Nanami.

Come on, I'm going to get your balls out this time.

Feng Xiang's fighting spirit is terrifying.

This seems to Nanami Haruka, but it is a little ridiculous.

"Aoyi, I didn't expect you to be the same, as stupid and cute."

Let me know what ball you're aiming for?

How could you possibly hit my ball.

"Whoosh!"

The small white balls are constantly thrown from Haruka Nanami's hands.

"Good shot!"

"Good shot!"

For two consecutive balls, Feng Xiang didn't swing the bat.

Come on, come on, the decisive curveball!

Then the third ball, the same straight ball as the first two balls. Aiming at Feng Xiang, who was swinging a stick at a curveball, the swing of the stick missed.

"Good ball, strikeouts!!"

On the strike zone, Feng Xiang was stunned, he withdrew from his emotions and looked at Nanami on the pitcher's hill.

Not a single ball, not a single shot.

You're a genius, Nanami!

As soon as the game is out, no one is on base.

"Fourth batter, pitcher, Sawamura-san."

After Feng Xiang was out, Sawamura stood in the strike zone.

At this time, Sawamura was a little powerless to complain. Purely talking about the strength of the strike, Feng Xiang is really strong. As far as Sawamura's own feelings are concerned, Feng Xiang's swing is still above him.

But when he hits, the weakness is too obvious.

Whatever ball you aim at, you aim at what ball you aim for!

This kind of thing may not be seen by ordinary opponents. But in the eyes of opponents like Yokozuna and Tianryu Temple, Feng Xiang is tantamount to telling them about their movements.

"Still too tender!"

The more he went up, the more Sawamura could feel that the help he was giving to his friends was decreasing. Originally, Oda and Yamaguchi's blows could still have some effect, but now it is almost difficult to make contributions. Even the most reliable Feng Xiang was seen through by his opponent.

Honestly, it can't be helped. After all, as Akagi continues to advance, Akagi's enemies are getting stronger and stronger.

"Now that I've come here, I'm going to take you all the way on."

The bat in his hand was held high by Sawamura, and Sawamura's eyes were firmly fixed on Haruka Nanami like a camera.

Catcher's position.

Hattori glanced at Sawamura, and the awkward feeling in his heart grew.

Sawamura's posture of waiting for the ball is very annoying. It's like playing cards and being seen. Sawamura's striking stance gives the impression that no matter how you match the ball, he can hit the ball.

Sometimes I have to admire those sports experts.

Just like Sawamura's equilibrium position, it is one of the best positions to be hit that experts have come up with after studying countless striking positions.

With such a striking posture, it is convenient for Sawamura to swing the stick. This posture even has a psychological suggestive effect, which can make pitchers and hitters uncomfortable.

What the specific principle is, Sawamura himself does not know.

But since it was said by the experts, he followed the training, which is the most orthodox waiting position in the major leagues after ten years.

Come on! Come on!

On the pitcher's mound, Haruka Nanami, who had originally entered a wonderful state, felt that Sawamura in front of him exuded a dangerous aura all over his body, especially the bat in Sawamura's hand, maybe it was his delusion.

This bat is so big!

Gradually, because of the influence of Sawamura, Nanami Haruka withdrew from that focused spiritual world.

This point, even Nanami Haruka himself was not aware of, let alone Sawamura in the strike zone.

In the catcher position, Hattori gave Nanami a code, the first ball: curveball!

In the previous round, when they faced off against Sawamura, they all used straight balls.

I think Sawamura will definitely aim for a straight ball to play this time, so let's give Sawamura a dismount with the first ball, as long as the impression of the curved ball stays in Sawamura's mind, you can use the straight ball to solve him.

Seeing Hattori's code, Nanami nodded slightly.

"Whoosh!"

The ball soared to one hundred and thirty kilometers and flew towards the position of Sawamura's chest.

On the strike zone, Sawamura, who was waiting for the battle, was in front of him.

This ball way!

Coming, coming, curveball!!

When the ball came into his hand, the bat in Sawamura's hand swung with the rotation of his body.

His whole body spun like a spinning top, and the bat in his hand crossed an exaggerated arc and hit the small white ball.

"Ping Pong !!"

The small white ball entered his hand, and as soon as it began to fall, it was swept out by Sawamura's swing of the bat.

This time, Sawamura's strength to eat milk was used.

The ball flew into the air and flew out of the left field to form a home run.

"The aggregate score is 2:0! Towards the end of the game, Sawamura, the big demon king, scored a home run and added points. In this match, Akagi can already celebrate the victory in advance. ”

The narrator shouted excitedly.

Although this final has not been played for a long time, there are many wonderful highlights.

Haruka Nanami's twelve strikeouts, Sawamura could break the record, and this home run.

The big demon who is invincible at both ends of the pitch is much more attractive than the big demon king who just throws the terrifying.

"Sawamura, Sawamura !!"

The brothers of the Red Heart Brotherhood have begun to celebrate and shout.

Kanto champions, it looks like they're already getting their hands on it.