"Whew!"

"Huh!"

"Ping!"

Murasuke Taiki swings his bat and knocks the ball out of the middle corner of the corner that the ball is about to throw.

"Porphyry!"

When first baseman Yohei Tanaka pounced on the incoming baseball, he didn't catch the flying baseball, but instead let it fall on the sand and bounce towards the baseball.

“retire.“

Seeing this, Yohei Tanaka hurriedly ran over and grabbed the baseball on the ground, stretched out his right foot and stepped on the base bag of first base, and eliminated the hitter Murasuke Taiki who was running over.

First baseman Yohei Tanaka and his two teammates (second baseman and first base instructor) high-fived each other at the end of the game, and then happily left the field together and ran back to the rest area on the side of first base.

Of course, Daiki Murasuke, who was eliminated from the game, was also trotting back towards the rest area on the third base side to change his equipment.

……

"Whew!"

"Huh!"

"Bang!"

Shuhei Ikenaga aimed at the pitcher's inside corner and swung his bat vigorously, but unfortunately the bat he swung swept under the flying baseball, and while the swing missed, the bad ball with a high path turned into a good ball.

“Nice pitch.“

Chris took out the baseball from the ball cover and threw it back to Jinguji senior, while the batter next to him carried the bat in his right hand, took a few deep breaths, and then stood up again on the hitting area.

He grabbed the bat with his left hand and shook it gently, then leaned his hand on his right shoulder and turned his head to look at Jinguji Temple on the pitcher's hill.

"Whew!"

"Bang!"

Shuhei Ikenaga looked down at the low ball from the outside corner thrown by Jinguji, and stopped his attempt to swing the bat in time after noticing that its path was low.

“bad shot.“

Chris knelt on the ground with his left leg and reached out to throw the baseball he had just received back to Jinguji senior.

Jinguji took a kick-off ball from the catcher and placed his right hand in front of his chest, panting as he watched home plate and waiting for the catcher's match.

"Whew!"

"Bang!"

Jinguji's third ball with a wave of his arm was a mid-corner ball that looked a little out, but Shuhei Ikenaga didn't swing his bat.

“good shot.“ The referee clenched his right hand into a fist and raised it, signaling that the pitcher's throw was a good shot.

"Whew!"

"Huh!"

"Bang!"

Jinguji threw a quick finger ball low in the outside corner with a wave of his arm, and after the hitter Shuhei Ikenaga swung the bat in his hand, he found that the baseball flying from the pitcher's mound fell in front of the bat and directly caused him to swing the bat.

“Strike out.“

After the officiating judge raised his right hand and announced that he had been knocked out by the pitcher, he had to trot back to the rest area on the first base side with his bat.

"In the first half of the eighth game, the attack of the three major universities in the city, eight sticks, right fielder, Ohara-kun."

After the batter raised his bat and waited for the strike, Jinguji raised his leg and stepped forward, flicked his arm, and threw the baseball in his palm towards home plate.

"Whew!"

"Huh!"

"Ping!"

Ohara's swing hit a swing of Jinguji's swing of the ball from the inside corner and swept it into the stands on third base.

"Out of bounds!"

Shinpei Ohara walked back to the batting area with his bat and stood still, holding the bat with both hands and swinging it under him, then leaning it on his shoulder and staring at the pitcher on the pitcher's mound, and then cocking the bat in a position of waiting for the strike.

"Whew!"

"Bang!"

Hitter Shinhei Ohara's eyes flew from the bad ball to the good ball in the low corner of the inside corner, but he didn't swing the bat to strike.

“good shot.“

When Shinpei Ohara grabbed the bat with one hand and waved it against his shoulder, he happened to see the pitcher Jinguji pinch the magnesium powder bag and throw it back on the sand.

"Whew!"

"Bang!"

Shinpei Ohara tilted his head to avoid the baseball that seemed to be scurrying towards the hitter's head, and Chris got up slightly, moving his sleeve up to grab the baseball flying from the pitcher's mound.

“bad shot.“

Ohara, Shinpei, stepped back his backward right leg, flicked the bat in front of him with one hand, and erected it again, waiting for the pitcher's pitch.

"Whew!"

"Bang!"

“bad shot.“

In order to avoid the baseball thrown by Jinguji and rushing straight at the calf, Ohara Shinpei bent down sharply, and if it were not for the bat underneath to support him, he was afraid that the whole person would lie down on home plate.

As of this goal, the number of balls of the senior of Jinguji Temple has reached 145, and the possession of the ball that has finally recovered has begun to become chaotic again, and it is necessary to find a way to restore the senior's state.

Chris raised his hand to shake back the baseball he had just received, thinking about the situation on the field.

Jinguji took the baseball that the catcher had passed back to him, bent down and pinched the magnesium powder bag behind him, then raised his right hand and blew it, returning his attention to home plate.

"Whew!"

"Huh!"

Ohara Shinpei's hand was swept over the flying baseball with his swinging bat, staggering by a line of distance.

"Bang!"

While the batter swung missed, Catcher Chris's sleeve caught the pitcher's ball in the middle corner.

“Strike out.“

After being declared a strikeout by the presiding judge, Shinpei Ohara trotted back to the rest area on the side of first base with his head down.

"In the first half of the eighth inning, the attack of the three major colleges and universities in the city, nine bats, pitchers, Zhenzhongjun."

After standing still in the batting area, Manaka grabbed the bat with both hands and waved it under him, turned his head to look at the pitcher's mound and raised the bat in the air, waiting for the strike.

"Whew!"

"Bang!"

Jinguji threw an outside corner that dropped vertically from the high area of the non-good zone to the low post of the good zone, and then caught it by the cover reached out by the catcher Chris.

“good shot.“

After the presiding judge raised his right hand to make a decision, Chris knelt on one leg and reached out to throw the baseball back to Jinguji senior.

"Whew!"

"Bang!"

“bad shot.“

Faced with a low ball thrown by Jinguji with a wave of his arm, Manaka did not swing his bat to strike.

Manaka had to hold the bat in both hands, spin it in front of him a few times, turn his head to look at the pitcher's mound, and raise the bat in his hand again in the air to make a gesture of waiting for the strike.

"Whew!"

"Huh!"

"Ping!".

Manaka swings his bat to brush the outside corner mid-corner ball thrown by Jingujiichi, and the flying baseball is hit by the bat and goes straight into the sky, and then falls on the sideline area on the first base side and becomes a throw-in.

Chris received the new baseball from the referee and waved it to the Jinguji senior on the pitcher's mound, while the referee next to him walked to home plate to clear the sideline of the batting area again.