"Smack!"

A white light flashed, and the baseball went straight into the palm of the catcher Shuji Kobayashi, but the hitter Osaki Nobutashi was still holding on.

"Good shot."

The referee in the field began to count, and if there were three good shots, Nobuya Osaki would have to go off the field and make substitutions, and three people in a row were replaced, and the half game would be over.

This speed? Isn't that an exaggeration?

Originally, the first to play, instead of the usual fourth to play to guarantee a score, was to give Hachioji High School a dismount, but he didn't expect to feel the pressure after the first goal.

Sweat dripping from his forehead, and his arrogant words before the game made Osaki Shinji blush a little at the moment.

This kid's ball speed is actually 155 kilometers per hour, and there are not many ace pitchers in Koshien who can throw such a ball speed!

The coach of Hirano High School on the sidelines opened his mouth in surprise, and the game continued.

Three strikeouts and three opponents in each game can clean up the opposite side, nine innings in a game, if there is no mistake, a total of 9981 goals, no matter how weak the teammates are, as long as they get one or two points, they can win.

Fujii, who regained the baseball, secretly calculated in his heart that as a pitcher, he generally did not need to hit the ball hard in the rotation batter position, and if he only threw a high-speed ball of about 150 kilometers a hundred times, his body was completely acceptable.

With his hands in front of his chest, Fujii stretched his body, raised one leg high and took a step forward.

"Whoosh--!"

The baseball flew out like an arrow from a string, and Osaki's eyes sank, and he waved the baseball bat in his hand.

The dull sound of collision still came from behind him, and Nobutasa Osaki's baseball bat was a step too late to touch Fujii's second ball.

"Good shot."

The referee behind the catcher Shuji Kobayashi decisively announced the result, and Nobutari Osaki's face became a little solemn, and if he had another good shot, he would be knocked out by three strikes.

Give in at least one hit!

Osaki Nobuta clenched the baseball bat in his hand, and as the number one strong bat, he was knocked out of the game, where did his face go.

The so-called hitter means that after the hitter hits a ball, he runs safely to the base, so that the ball hit by the hitter is generally not too far, which is a regular and guaranteed scoring method.

Go down and rest.

Fujii Shu noticed the unwillingness in Osaki Nobuta's eyes, but it didn't work for him, and if he changed to a new project, if he couldn't make a reputation, how could he be worthy of Suhara who agreed.

On the third ball, he added a little more force, aimed further down, stretched his body and threw the baseball, only to hear the sound of the baseball bat swinging in the air, accompanied by the expected glove collision.

"Strikeouts, next."

The referee judged the result mercilessly, and Osaki Nobuta, who lost the last chance, bowed his head and went off the court, obviously not very willing.

"Good shot."

"Good shot."

"Strikeouts, next."

The other hitter didn't perform much better, and in front of a high-speed straight ball of about 150 kilometers, the hitter of Hirano High School either didn't have time to swing the bat, or couldn't see the route of the baseball clearly, and he couldn't hit Fujii's ball with just a blind empty swing.

And when three hitters in a row were knocked out by Fujii Tree, the offense and defense were switched, and Hachioji High School did not score points in the first round.

So, it wasn't until the second half of the fifth inning that Toru Harada scored two points through several consecutive hits, but the difference in the game was obviously not enough for the referee to end the game early, and it was not until the end of the ninth inning that Hirano High School was declared defeated, and the final score was 4-0.

"What kind of monster is this?"

"Actually kept us clean."

"Isn't it good to play professional baseball? I have to come here to bully high school students. ”

The baseball players at Hirano High School complained to each other not very happily, and if they were stronger, they would have the interest of being challenged, but if they were several notches stronger, it would be completely tortured, and they would not feel good if they were knocked out by strikeouts in a row.

Fujii Shu, the culprit on the side, doesn't think so, even throwing high-speed balls nearly 100 times, his physical burden is not small, Hachioji High School's playing line is too weak, and he doesn't even have the ability to end the game early.

After moving his muscles left and right, Fujii took off his baseball cap and went off the court, and the audience on the sidelines applauded better than nothing as a small reward for his performance.

"Do you just throw straight balls with your body alone? Is the opponent too weak? ”

Hachioji High School's Mizutani coach crossed his hands and hugged his chest together, he had seen Fujii Tree perform OK balls and finger fork balls during training, especially the finger fork ball, which is known as the magic ball, after throwing at high speed, it suddenly changed speed and fell in front of the hitter, once it was successfully cast, it was impossible to prevent the hitter in the high school student stage.

After the victory of the first round of the competition, Fujii ushered in the summer vacation, and from mid-July to early September, it was the day of the holiday for students in the island country, and Koshien became famous for its summer vacation, and high school students from all over the country aspired to be able to stand out in Koshien on TV as the most eye-catching student sport of the summer vacation.

In the last five rounds of the regional tournament, Fujii still helped the team tide over the difficulties with straight balls, but the speed increased from 150 km/h to 160 km/h, and after defeating the last opponent, he finally got a ticket to Koshien by August.

It was a continuous throwing of nearly 100 balls, Fujii Shu's palms trembled slightly, and he brought the Hachioji baseball team to this point by himself, silently walked off the field, enjoying the applause of thousands of spectators along the way, and his performance during this time made people who like to see lone heroes increase their support.

"Don't push yourself like that anymore."

In the passage to the end of the game, Coach Mizutani was waiting for him to pass by and reminded Fujii.

"Six games, an average of more than 80 goals per game, counting the missed balls, you threw almost 500 goals."

As a coach, Coach Mizutani analyzes from a professional point of view.

"Your body, it's okay to stop and recuperate now, but when you get to Koshien, in the face of stronger hitters, it will force you to come up with a faster ball speed, and it will be at least 500 balls, and your body will not be able to stand such a high-intensity exercise."

But I have a cheat.

Fujii Tree's body is only temporarily out of strength, and it has not yet reached the point of injuring its roots, but the matter of the body plug-in is obviously not something to talk to Coach Mizutani.

"Coach, I want to try what my limits are, and there are some techniques that I haven't shown yet."

He made an excuse that the fun that baseball brings to him is indeed not as strong as football, but once he chooses something, he will not give up halfway, hoping that the enemies of Koshien can bring him something different.

He left alone, leaving his lonely back, and Coach Mizutani sighed and shook his head.