Once the pitcher is in the groove.

It's hard to be cut off.

Unless you can rely on hard power on the front to force consecutive hits, or even home runs, you can stop this momentum, otherwise, with a pitcher like Tamba, who is only a little short of the real top pitcher, it is difficult for the general tactics to work, and in this case, the probability of expecting Qingdao to make a mistake is even more slim.

"Eighth baseman, pitcher, Matsuoka-kun."

Koichiro Tanami, who no one can easily stop.

“playball！”

"How can it be repaired! It's not going to end like this, I'm not going to let the game end here. ”

Matsuoka gritted his teeth and looked at Koichiro Tanba on the pitcher's mound with an extremely stubborn expression.

An ace pitcher who does everything he can to prove himself.

The intensity of the eruption.

Chris's eyes narrowed slightly, and a ray of sharp brilliance bloomed from his pupils.

Fingers quickly draw a gesture code underneath.

"Hmm!"

A consensual surrender was reached in an instant.

Full of tacit cooperation.

"Whoa!!"

One after another of the coming light and shadow.

"Huh"

"Pong!!"

"How can it be repaired!!"

It's not that they don't have the strength to knock out hits, but they don't give a chance to knock out hits at all.

"Bang"

"Out of bounds"

Sagara High School, which was forced step by step.

Koichiro Tanami, who can still play steadily, is still defending in the first half of the seventh inning, and he still steadily suppressed the Sagara High School line.

"Second Ball"

"Huh"

"Huh"

"Smack"

A straight trajectory, a straight path that goes straight into the ball from the side down position.

Matsuoka, who was already trying his best to follow the ball, still deviated from the height of nearly one ball at the most extreme angle.

Balls flying in.

It was firmly caught by Chris.

"Good shot."

The pressure of persecution, facing this suffocating feeling of being surrounded and unable to breathe.

Matsuoka's frequently undulating chest, his uncontrollable emotions, and his clenched arms were all bruised by excessive exertion.

"Damn! Damn it! Damn it! ”

Objective is objective.

Subjective is subjective.

The latter can indeed influence the former to a great extent at certain moments, but in most cases, the latter cannot have the slightest influence on the former, just like the Matsuoka people in front of him.

"Third goal!"

The ball road that was closely followed, the number of good balls that were directly won, Matsuoka lost the way out.

Chris who crouched at home plate categorically did not mean to be soft and hesitant here.

The gesture code that quickly drew down underneath.

Efficient, fast-paced garrison.

There can be no stagnation that is not an unexpected factor.

"Here, take down this hitter with this ball, Tamba!"

Chris was very determined to place the ball cover high in the inside corner.

And Tambo on the pitcher's mound also quickly pulled sideways at the moment he saw the code, raised his arms high, and aimed at the direction of home plate.

The right arm that suddenly swayed.

"Huh"

The next moment.

The sound of breaking the air began.

The ball that came out of his hand immediately turned into a sharp white light.

Quickly over the infield and into front of home plate.

In the case that Matsuoka did not have time to react.

"Smack!"

Straight into it.

"Good ball, hitter out."

"The third ball, Qingdao throwing without the slightest concession, tricky and swift inside corner attack, high straight ball, hitter Matsuoka-kun out of the bat, strikeout!!"

Not timid, not afraid.

The stronger the enemy.

The more you need to go back with a strong attack!!

This is the kingly demeanor that Qingdao High School should have!!

"Damn the soul!!"

It's the scene of being chased again.

There is still no one on the base.

"Huh"

"Smack!"

"Out"

"Three outs, offense and defense exchange."

In such a scene, the follow-up ninth baton did nothing, and the figure that barely pulled out picked up the outside corner curl of the second ball.

Proper right field high flyer.

was easily caught by Kenjiro Hakushu and won the number of outs.

Step by step approaching shattered hopes.

Still can't connect the line, in the first half of the seventh game, Sagara High School's attack was once again suppressed by Qingdao Casting with zero points!

Depressing, dull, uncomfortable.

This is the atmosphere and atmosphere that fills the bench seat of Sagara High School at this moment.

If the pitcher they were facing now was His Highness the Tyrant.

It is Shigerun, the winning pitcher in Koshien in the spring, and the ace pitcher who is known as the No. 1 pitcher in the country, and perhaps the mood of the players at Sagara High School can be relatively stable, but if Koichiro Tanami, who is obviously only a substitute pitcher for Qingdao, has only won two or three times in his past two and a half years of active career, it will be difficult for the players of Sagara High School to accept.

Seven rounds! It's just one point!

Zero points for six points in a row.

This made all the players in Sagara High School extremely uncomfortable.

This unbearable atmosphere and atmosphere.

The most intuitive thing is reflected in the overall mental outlook of the team, and even the expression of Superintendent Koizumi has become extremely condensed.

There are only two rounds.

There were only two rounds left for their Sagara High School's attack.

"Hoo 。。。。。"

Matsuoka, who was sitting in the deepest part of the bench, let out a soft breath as the figure slowly stood up.

"It's not over yet, is it!? There are still two chances in the last two rounds, but I have always trusted you, and I will never let the other side score any more points, so the task of reversal is going to be handed over to you! Reliable beater-kun! ”

Thumbs up, the face that was already a little pale was a deliberate smile.

Matsuoka Realm straightened his body, and looked at his teammates in front of him with extreme determination, just as he was once at a low point and was rescued by his teammates, this time Matsuoka still chose to believe in his teammates.

All you need to do is do your duty!

The so-called trump card, isn't that what it is!?

"Matsuoka..."

"The people of the world."

"Matsuoka-senpai.."

Even if it is a desperate situation, do not give up, do not give up the faith.

This is the necessary persistence of a famous team.

"Ahh The game is not over yet, there are still two rounds, just four points, the next game, I will definitely chase it back to you, the world! ”

Yamamoto, who had four sticks, clenched his fist with his right hand and swung it vigorously, and said loudly.

"That's it, that's it, two more rounds! No problem at all! ”

"Come on! Guys! ”

Oh, yes! The game is not over yet, they have all said their trump cards, and they have always trusted them!

So! It's definitely going to be reversed here!

Coming to Koshien to see the scenery?

The last summer round to go back!?

No!

That kind of result, that kind of end.

Not what they wanted!

Vertex!

Only the pinnacle!

It's an existence that is absolutely going to fight for it with all your might!!

"Let's go!"

"Oooo

"In the second half of the seventh inning, Seido High School's attack, the first bat, the shortstop, Kuramochi-kun."

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