"Superintendent, we went to see the first round, and the first match of Qingdao was against Misimon High School."

Looking at the disciple in front of him, Superintendent Kataoka nodded and understood. Then, after a day of training, everyone gathered in the cafeteria to listen to the introduction of Misimon High School by the seniors who collected information.

"The high-pressure left throw Kikunaga Masaaki, the fastest ball speed is close to 130 kilometers. There are two kinds of change balls, curveballs and sliders, he is a sophomore, and he was named the No. 1 starter this summer, and he was a defender of the outfield in the first grade, and his ball control accuracy is not very good, all in all, although the ball types are different, but in comparison with all aspects, Sawamura, who is also a left thrower, is stronger. ”

Maeda's senior, who collected the information, said confidently to the members of the First Army,

"Misimon High School is good at short shots, and the guard is also very wrong, and he can grasp the score and hold the score until the end. After that, we will organize a short team for you to do a special training. ”

"Their fours often hit high flying balls."

"Their shoulder strength on the left side is also very good."

With the supplementary explanation of the investigators one by one, although there is no competition yet, the members of Misimon High School are basically familiar and understandable. Watching the investigators end their introduction, Superintendent Kataoka took over the command of the scene and encouraged everyone,

"Thank you for your hard work, the other party won a game first, the morale should be very high, we must not be careless, no matter who the opponent is, we must go all out, so that the victory will belong to us."

"Yes....."

"And the starting pitcher in the first game is ....."

Hearing the word starting pitcher, all four pitchers of the First Army were on standby, expecting to hear their names from the mouth of the overseer.

"No. 1 Tanbo, it's up to you to take the lead, you must make the opposing team's team and the people from other schools feel our fighting spirit, can you do it? Tamba ....."

Tanba looked back at Superintendent Kataoka calmly, and said in a firm tone,

"Yes, please leave it to me."

"I'm well aware of the importance of the first match, but if you want to get through this year, you have to adopt a backup strategy, and Kawakami, you have to keep warming up in the game and be ready to play at any time. I can only hand over such a great responsibility to you now, please. ”

"Yes."

Kawakami was not unwilling to hear that he was a relay pitcher, but he was relieved, because he was used to this model, and in Kawakami's opinion, now that he was guided by Tanba's seniors in front of him, and supported by Eijun and Shigaya, he could do his best to pitch.

Rong Chun, who was not named, was a little disappointed, and it was even more uncomfortable to hear Inspector Kataoka say that he could only hand over the important task of relay to Kawakami.

Feeling that his mood was gradually darkening, Rong Chun quickly shook his head to expel this feeling, no matter whether he could play or not, he must also support the seniors on the field, Rong Chun, who did a good job in psychological construction, regained his calm, and listened attentively to supervise the next arrangements.

"Sawamura ....."

"Yes..?"

Rong Chun, who was suddenly named, was a little strange, why did he return to himself at this time,

"Tomorrow from the first inning, I'll go to the left field to defend it, no problem."

"Yes!!"

Although he is not a pitcher, being able to start in the first game also represents a special honor, and Rong Chun should be loud and deserved.

After the pre-match discussion, the seniors went to practice for the short fight, Miyuki and Tanba went to make pre-match adjustments for tomorrow's match, and Chris seniors also went to observe it, and brought Kawakami with him.

Because it is a short fight garrison training, Rong Chun, who is the first person in the Qingdao short fight, naturally cannot miss this opportunity.

Rong Chun, who was standing in the strike zone, looked at the seniors with a very sinister smile,

"Seniors, please enjoy the short fight performance of the contemptible Sawamura Eijun, ahahaha......"

Looking at the extremely arrogant Rong Chun, Kuramochi Senpai felt that he hadn't trained in martial arts for a long time recently.

'When it's over, make sure he looks good.....'

Although Rong Chun's voice is a kind of noise torture, as a short guard beater, Rong Chun can be said to be very conscientious. Looking at Sawamura, who has succeeded in short fights every time, even Tanba, who is training while pitching, can't help but join in the fun, and then he doubts his life.

'Why can Sawamura succeed in any short shot, it's not scientific! ’

Eijun Sawamura, a man with a very high baseball value and a short shot to the full value, managed to dominate the pitcher mound of Aodo today.

"What's the matter, did the people from Qingdao come to collect information today?"

"Yes, I even took a video to go back."

Misimon's supervisor and minister are also discussing tomorrow's game,

"I think those people must look down on us as a metropolitan high school."

"But Superintendent Chiba, it's not necessarily."

"Just look down on us..."

Superintendent Chiba loudly dismissed the minister's words,

"When I think about the day of the game, I am happy to see their faces so blue, and it is a big taboo to underestimate the enemy on the battlefield. With Misimon High School and Seido High School led by me Chiba Junichi, there is nothing to be afraid of at all. ”

The minister, who watched the speech that exploded for the second time in his supervision, said, "If you are happy, it will be good for the Chiba overseer."

The next day, the members of the Seongdo baseball team came to the stands to cheer, and the school's cheerleaders and drum band all arrived. Accompanied by Qingdao's band, players from both sides rushed to the center of the court.

"The second round of the West Tokyo Tournament, Seido High School vs. Misimon High School, is about to begin."

The broadcast of the event also sounded, and the three managers standing with the members began to get nervous.

"I didn't expect the summer of Qingdao to finally begin. In the first game, I hope everyone will not be too nervous to play their strength. ”

"I think you're the one who is nervous."

"You don't have to worry about them at all, it's fine."

Hearing the seniors comforting him, the first-year rookie manager was finally a little relieved. But the situation on the field was not as expected by Qingdao Dao.

Everyone stared at the pitcher of Misimon High School who was standing on the pitcher's mound, and stood in the waiting area as the first batter Kuramochi senior,

"Hey, back number 10, why isn't it their trump card left throw. And... It turned out to be a hook pitcher. ”

"No. 10, pitcher Minami Pingmori, third grade, according to our survey, he played as a pitcher in the first grade, but after that, there is no official record of being on the board as a pitcher, although it is a little unbelievable, but the only possibility I can think of is that he spent two years learning to play hook in order to shoot this summer."

Chris was glad that there was a special search for the scouts after yesterday's discussion, otherwise they wouldn't have known that Misimon actually had another hidden pitcher, although Nan Pingshou's pitching posture was special enough.

Misimon's Chiba Overseer seemed to have seen the blue face of Inspector Kataoka on the other side, and grinned widely. After the referee gave the order,

"It's game on."