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"Wow, the expression is really fierce, this Qingdao's stick, the first two seats were suppressed, so it's very unhappy? But, I'm sorry, this game, this ace won't allow you to go to base. ”

Yoshiyo Sato, who was standing on the pitcher's mound, looked at Kuramori, who had just stepped onto the strike zone.

That iconic bad boy fierce look.

It also made the cold light in Sato's pupils more and more intense.

The least allowed to be based.

That is the first batter of Qingdao High School, and fortunately, the first two hits suppressed him, otherwise, even if the Suzuki brothers play well, it is absolutely impossible to block the Qingdao offensive, and they can't even score a point.

Kuramochi was a key figure in Seido's score.

This is something that is well known to universities in all regions of Japan.

Whether he hits base or not not only affects the subsequent choice of offensive tactics, but also determines the scoring probability of Qingdao High School to a large extent, and this alone is enough for all teams to strictly guard against Qingdao, the cheetah.

“playball”

"This time, I definitely have to get it."

"Don't even think about it."

"First ball."

The more the infield is guarded forward, the more it is in the final matchup, the more it is necessary to keep a close eye on the hitter like Kurachi, the high-density guard, and the heartstrings that are completely tightened.

On the occasion of Sato's Kankan shot.

Kuramochi was visibly leaning forward, slightly bent over.

"Short hit!?"

It's not just that Sato on the pitcher's mound is nervous.

The four infielders in the infield also subconsciously ran forward synchronously.

"Huh"

It's just a flash of brilliance.

The figure that wants to stop.

Kuramochi retracted the short fight again, and the ball that was sent by Ming Huang was sent.

"Smack"

"Bad balls."

Here comes the verdict.

"Damn!"

It also made Amamiya's face at home plate change slightly.

"It's the end of the game, do you still have such a little trick!?"

Against the backdrop of Amamiya and Sato's somewhat gloomy expressions, Kuramochi in the strike zone gently shook his arm and smiled.

If you want to get on base, you must do whatever it takes.

As long as it is within the scope of the rules.

Any means can be used.

Not to mention, Yu Rong High School's garrison is solid, even if it is with his own footsteps, if he does not cross to the more tricky and far-reaching position of the infield, it is difficult to get on the base, as for the outfield, Kuramochi knows very well that with his current striking power and skills, it is difficult to get a substantial outfield hit from the hands of the Yu Rong ace in front of him, and if he forcibly wants to pull out, there is almost a high probability that it will become a throw-in or even be directly killed, and even the probability of the latter is higher, With these factors in mind, Kurachi's out-of-pocket approach to getting on base is either to force the opposing side to throw four bads, or to rely on an infield hit to get to base.

Obviously, the latter is the target of the position.

"Second ball!"

"Huh"

"Huh"

"Pong!!"

"Bang"

"Out of bounds!!"

After the inside corner of the first ball.

The second ball, I chose a straight ball in the middle of the low position, the ball that was a little higher, Kuramochi saw the opportunity to force the bat, deliberately aimed at the right position, but did not grasp the best time to swing the bat, and swung the stick a little slower.

As a result, the ball deviated greatly from Kuramori's original expectations in terms of flight angle.

Fortunately, the strike angle was not wrong.

The shadow of the ball that flies out to the extreme.

Didn't let the Uchinono catch it.

It became a first-base throw-in.

"It's so dangerous, I almost got out...

Kuramochi shook his head, the expression on his face remained unchanged, but he thought with palpitations in his heart that if his angle was still a little off just now, he would have become a first-base flat flying ball or roll the earth, and he would be directly killed or blocked out of the game, and that result was not what Kuramochi wanted to see.

Come to think of it.

Kuramochi exhaled softly, and once again deliberately held the bat a little shorter.

The brows of Amamiya, who was squatting on the side, furrowed.

With the passage of the game, the trajectory of their own ace's ball path is more and more adapted to Qingdao High School, and its ball power does not have much suppressive force, the opposite side can unscrupulously choose a more detailed blow after adapting to the trajectory of the ball, and do not need to care too much about the suppression of power, not to mention other hitters, even if it is a lower line, in the last round of attacks, its strike accuracy is already more and more terrifying.

"Sato, you can't drag it out, you have to fight quickly, otherwise, the blow on the opposite side will become more and more delicate, and the intensity will get older and bigger, the next ball, the inside floating ball, release it with all your might, and take down this hitter to ensure the initiative in this game."

As a third-year catcher, Amamiya is also a very decisive player, and he made a quick decision, and he quickly made the most correct judgment on the current situation, and the gesture code that was quickly drawn out.

"Yes, I understand, Amamiya-senpai."

On the pitcher's mound, Sato also nodded solemnly.

Elevated position.

The timing of the shot.

Angle of judgment.

The option of a low ball path.

The position at which the line of sight is aiming.

"Huh"

Yoshikyo Sato raised his arms and waved them forward.

Feel the fullness in the palm of your hand.

On the occasion of waving.

A flash of light and shadow.

That touch of ball light, straight into the home plate moment.

Kurachi's pupils on the strike zone froze.

"Drifting ball!?"

A quick judgment, the body that immediately leaned forward, and the slight sideways stride.

"Huh"

"Catch up with me!"

At the moment when the ball came in.

"Pong!!"

Interception at the front of the bat.

The black and white shadows that collided violently.

"Damn!"

Gritted teeth.

Kuramochi used all his strength at this moment, swinging the metal bat vigorously to the right.

"Huh"

"Bang"

Balls that fly away.

"Uchino!"

Deflect the ball in front of the pitcher to the right of the mound.

"Oops."

It slammed into the ground, raising a violent puff of dust and a dull sound.

"Dada"

Kuramochi quickly shook off his metal bat and ran wildly towards the first base.

Meanwhile.

Yuto Suzuki, who was guarding the right position, also flew in the direction of the ball landing point at the same time the moment the ball landed.

It's a pity that Yuto Suzuki, who is too focused on the direction of the home plate.

In the judgment of the garrison position, it is slightly to the left, which is a very subtle distance gap.

and the tricky position of holding this too right.

Yuto Suzuki was not able to rush to the ball in the first place.

It's a very awkward situation.

As a result, the first baseman Suke Rakawa had to run away from the base pack to help defend and prevent the ball from escaping out of the field.

The first base position can only be filled by Yoshikei Sato.

This back and forth of the garrison is staggered.

Time wasted.

"How can it be repaired!"

"Can't make it!?"

"Dada"

The cheetah figure galloping in front of everyone.

"Smack"

A second before Sato catches the ball.

Kuramochi is already on the first base in advance.

"Safe base!"

Extreme distance offensive control.

Kuramochi once again relied on his own footwork to successfully climb to the first base, and established an excellent starting advantage for the offensive in the second half of the sixth inning!!