Straight and slender figure.

A breezy atmosphere.

Shigerino Shin stood quietly on top of the pitcher's mound like that, and a trace of terrifying coercion quietly emanating from the silence was enough to bring a great sense of oppression to the side of Hengxue High School, the core of the team, this is definitely not a joke.

"Come on, Shigerun, let those guys in Yokogaku know how good you are."

"Let's get rid of them one by one, Shigeruno-kun."

"Don't be careless."

"Be careful."

"Hehe, with us behind us, let's go pitch boldly."

"Woo-ga!!"

The cheering voices in the stands, the high-pitched words of Isashiki seniors, Masuko seniors and others passed behind him, and the surging emotions that suddenly surged.

Clench your right hand firmly.

Shigeru Ye took a deep breath, and when he slowly spit out, he suddenly raised his head, and the light that flashed between his eyes.

"Are you in good shape?"

It also made the corners of Miyuki's eyes at home plate bend slightly, revealing a faint smile.

"In the first half of the first inning, Yokogaku High School's attack, one bat, second baseman, Ishioka-kun."

Adjust the rhythm in place.

To control the blow.

In the face of Shigerino Shin, it is absolutely not limited to the current ball type, ball path hitting, but also to be wary of the cunning little fox at home plate, if you are only immersed in dealing with Shigerino's pitch, then, it is easy to be deceived by that little fox, this must be remembered!!

On the first base side, in the bench of Yokogaku High School.

Kawasaki Superintendent clasped his hands in front of his chest and looked at the court in front of him, and the first thing that caught Kawasaki Superintendent's eye was not Shigerun, but Miyuki Kazuya who was squatting at home base, and in Kawasaki Superintendent's opinion, Miyuki was a cunning little fox.

Last year's Jingu Contest.

Tanba Koichiro is of course a good shot, but if it weren't for the game, there were two or three times, Miyuki misled in the matching ball and deceived Yokogaku High School to play the line, Tanba Koichiro definitely lost more than four points, Yokogaku High School can at least win two or three more points, last year's lesson, this year's experience, this duel, must not be easily seen through their purpose by the catcher, otherwise, in the offense, they will inevitably fall into a passive scene again.

Keep in mind the instructions of your own overseer.

Ishioka, who walked steadily up to the strike zone, stepped on the dirt on the strike zone hard, and was sure to strike in a good position.

Miyuki and Shigeno looked at each other.

Eyebrows raised quietly at the same time.

“playball！！”

The presiding referee raised his right hand and shouted fierce words from his mouth.

Miyuki's fingers quickly moved lightly at the bottom, and the gesture code was drawn out, and the ball cover was decisively placed in the lower position of the center side.

"Hmm!"

Pitcher mound above.

Shigeru Ye bowed his head slightly, stared straight ahead, and suddenly raised his right arm, and simultaneously raised his left leg.

Freeze in a precise position in mid-air.

Power at your fingertips!

Feel a little spirit!!

Burst time!

"Boom!"

The steps of moving forward, the dust that flies, fluttering in the sky.

Rolling waves.

"Huh"

All of a sudden.

The ball that emerged from Shigerino's fingertips turned into an awe-inspiring aurora and sped towards home plate.

"Here we are."

Rushing Ball Shadow.

The approaching violentness.

A cold touch that scrapes onto the face.

The expression of Ishioka on the strike zone became more and more solemn, and the 0.3 benchmark adjusted backwards did not need to move the center of gravity at all.

"Huh"

A metal bat that swings abruptly at a slightly higher angle.

Overlap at the upper side position.

A small ball that flutters.

It's a little bit higher.

"Boom!"

The metal bat that crossed it, the ball in the bootcase, and in the next second, there was a strong and clear sound.

"Good shot!!"

Is it still a little slower?

Ishioka glanced at the "144KM" value displayed on the electronic scoreboard not far away, and couldn't help but grit his teeth and secretly thought in his heart.

Heavy spherical mass.

Bringing a snarcoble sonic boom.

It will make it easy for the hitter to have subtle judgment biases in the first perception.

Shigerun's straight ball has such characteristics.

And in this pitch to the blow, to the ball sleeve.

Something that was done in just a few tenths of a second.

A miss is as good as a mile!

will have such consequences.

"Whew, there's no problem with the rhythm, what is needed is to further feel the speed of the ball with your body."

Ishioka took a deep breath and swung the metal bat lightly again, Ishioka's eyes raised slightly, and his eyes looked straight in the direction of the pitcher's mound.

"This guy . ."

I don't feel the slightest emotional fluctuation.

This makes Yu Xing, who likes it very much, and is also very good at speculating on the psychology of the hitter to carry out the corresponding matching, a little bit of a diaphragm, and a slight frown.

A faint look of thought flashed across Miyuki's face.

Immediately make a gesture of a slight movement underneath again.

"No, Yiya, there is no need to test here, the other party has the other party's calculations, this is a normal thing, we just need to control our own rhythm is enough."

Shigerun, who bowed slightly on the pitcher's mound, shook his head unexpectedly.

A tentative first inning.

In many openings, it is a habitual method to not grasp the opponent's goal, but for Shigeranoshin, what is more important is his own rhythm, as long as he can really enter the state, then, he doesn't need to care about the opponent's goal!

It's enough to give full play to your strength!!

"Hmm!"

The embodiment of the will of the ace.

It's also a familiar fighting style.

Here, Yuyuki has no place to hesitate, decisively set the ball set in the inner corner, and carry out the offensive consciousness to the end!

"Second ball!"

A straight body, suddenly raised arms.

"Huh"

On the occasion of waving.

Flashing light and shadow.

Fly straight straight towards home plate again and fly past the moment.

Ishioka's pupils froze, and the arc of the ball path was captured.

"Is it still an inside corner!? It's really a pair of strong throws!! ”

A hideous look on his face.

Hold the center of gravity of the body.

Side front pressing moment.

"Huh"

The metal bat that was swinging vigorously struck at the location of the small ball very quickly.

The angle of the neighbor.

Confrontation between 0.5 seconds.

"Pong!!"

Collisions at the edges of higher positions.

When a clear sound roared, he felt the vibration of his palm, and a hot touch was transmitted, which made Ishioka's face change slightly.

A metal bat that I almost didn't grasp.

It was already beyond Ishioka's expectations, and the heavy ball power and violent tail momentum made Ishioka lose the leeway and possibility of backhand adjustment without grasping the center of the ball.

"Damn!!"

"Whoosh"

The small ball that barely bombarded out could not be raised, and could only be smashed in the direction of the side forward.

"Bang"

Catapult above the surface in the middle of second and third bases.

"Shortstop!"

Looking back.

Miyuki's words suddenly shouted.

"No problem!!"

Kurachi's galloping figure quickly intercepted in front of the small ball.

Blocked ejection trajectory.

"Smack!"

"Out!"

Wait for the ball, intercept, catch the ball, pass the ball!

All in one go!

Ishioka, who had just started from home plate, could only helplessly watch Tetsuya Yuki catch the ball steadily, and easily won his own blocked outs.