Chapitre 191: [191] Yokohama Kouhoku Match – The Fearsome Lefty
Chapter 191: Yokohama Kouhoku Match – The Fearsome Lefty
"Crack!!!"
The sound was both light and melodic, yet thunderous and booming at the same time.
As this contrasting symphony echoed across the field, everyone instinctively held their breath, their eyes fixed on the glowing white ball soaring through the sky.
"Ohhhhh, he hit it! On the final fastball, Seidou's eighth batter, Sawamura-kun, successfully tracked the pitch! However, clearly suppressed by the power of the pitch, the ball didn't travel far. The outfielder is already positioned perfectly! But the flight distance is enough—what will Seidou High choose to do now?!"
"Sigh… still couldn't overcome the pitch's power. But at least I did the bare minimum. Now it's all up to you, Captain!"
Eijun let out a small sigh as he stepped out of the batter's box, his eyes fixed on Yuuki at third base.
"Whoosh!"
The ball flashed through the air toward the outfield before suddenly descending.
"Pop!"
"Go!!!"
"Runner's taking off!!!"
As the ball dropped, Seidou High's third-base coach swung his arm downward, shouting loudly.
Yuuki dashed toward home plate with all his might.
"Whoosh!"
The runner's determined figure and the blazing ball converged in a race for home plate.
At home plate, Shiraha's eyes locked onto the incoming ball while catching a glimpse of Yuuki's fast-approaching figure from the corner of his eye.
Gritting his teeth, he positioned himself, risking a potential interference call.
"This run must not be allowed!!!"
This was Shiraha's pride as the catcher of a prestigious high school team.
The ball arrived.
The runner arrived.
"Pop!"
"Boom!!!"
The clash of wills—the honor of Yokohama Kouhoku versus the pride of Seidou High.
As the players collided, the umpire's sharp eyes followed the action.
"Safe!!!"
The umpire's call rang out, his arms spreading wide.
A roar of cheers erupted across the stadium.
Yuuki stood up, brushing the dirt off his uniform.
He glanced briefly at Shiraha, who was biting his lip in frustration, then calmly walked back to the dugout.
"Ohhhhhhhh!!!"
"The runner scores safely! Seidou High extends their lead! The score is now 2-0!!!"
"Great base running, Captain!"
"Haha, Sawamura, you did well too!"
"Two runs in, and runners are still on second and third! Keep it up!"
"Seidou! Seidou! Seidou!"
Seidou High's bottom of the fourth inning once again reminded the 50,000 spectators of the team's fearsome lineup.
Powerful hitting, precise techniques, seamless teamwork, and flawless execution of strategies—despite Yokohama Kouhoku's formidable defense, Seidou High broke through in this inning.
"Whoosh!"
"Pop!"
"Out! Three outs! Change sides!!!"
"Good job, Ino!"
"You're pitching well; don't worry about what just happened!"
"It's only the fourth inning. We still have chances!"
"Let's go, Yokohama Kouhoku!!!"
With a forceful effort to regain his composure, Ino managed to retire Kuramochi, finally ending Seidou High's relentless attack in the inning.
But the glaring "3" on the scoreboard left no room for comfort.
Ino ultimately gave up three runs in this inning, succumbing to Seidou High's relentless, pressure-driven tactics.
While there weren't any flashy hits, it was a solid demonstration of tactical victory.
Seidou High applied pressure through strategy, forcing Yokohama Kouhoku into disarray, then capitalized on the opportunity to secure critical runs.
Baseball is a game where a single hit can decide the outcome in an instant, but sometimes, victory comes through steady, methodical execution.
This is the power of a powerhouse team—Seidou High.
...
Inside Seidou High's dugout:
"Haha, three runs! Now we can pitch a little more comfortably. If we keep this up—"
"Miyuki-senpai, I have no intention of allowing even a single run!!!"
The sudden, firm declaration, accompanied by Eijun's resolute expression, caught Miyuki off guard for a moment.
Then, a knowing smile crept across his face.
"What a bold kid. Alright then, Sawamura, let's see just how high your ceiling is!"
With his upright posture, calm demeanor, and sharp, determined eyes, Eijun exuded a powerful aura, one that seemed to ignite the catcher's fighting spirit.
"This guy… he really gets a catcher's blood pumping!"
...
"Top of the fifth inning. Yokohama Kouhoku's offense begins. Batting fifth, third baseman, Tsumura-kun!"
For Seidou High, this inning was a crucial one.
If they could decisively suppress Yokohama Kouhoku's batting lineup, they would firmly seize control of the game.
"Let's go, Tsumura!"
"We're counting on you, Tsumura! Take him down!"
"The game's just getting started!"
"We know you can do it!"
"Get a hit! Bring in some runs!"
Get a hit? Bring in runs?
"I won't give you any chances!"
Eijun's eyes burned with intensity, and his aura seemed to ripple outward, creating a suffocating pressure.
Just standing on the mound, he projected an overwhelming sense of dominance that made Tsumura feel deeply threatened.
"Damn kid, don't get too cocky—"
"Whoosh!"
"Pop!"
"Strike!!!"
The ball blazed through the air with a roaring presence, a terrifying force slowly but steadily being unleashed.
"What?! That pitch… it's faster? No, that's not it—"
"Whoosh!"
"Crack!"
Tsumura swung but missed his target.
The ball veered off trajectory.
"Thud!"
"Foul ball!!!"
The batter clenched his teeth in frustration, realizing the challenge before him was far greater than expected.
Exactly.
It wasn't that his pitch velocity had increased—it was that, even in the middle innings, this guy's speed hadn't dropped at all. In fact, his pitch intensity seemed to grow stronger with every throw.
"Whoosh!"
"Are you kidding me?! Damn it!!!"
The ball streaked through the air like a cold beam of light, and Tsumura's eyes flashed with ferocity as he swung his bat with full force.
Yet the ball felt so distant, as if time had frozen in that moment.
His bat sliced through the air, but the ball never arrived.
"Pop!"
A changeup!!!
"Strike three! Batter out!!!"
The crisp sound of the ball hitting the glove, the umpire's booming voice, and Eijun's dynamic presence—all of it drew the audience's attention to the mound.
There, standing tall, was a figure neither broad nor imposing in stature, but radiating an extraordinary brilliance in this moment.
"Sixth batter, left fielder, Komura-kun!"
"Whoosh!"
"Crack!"
"Thud!"
"Foul ball!"
"Whoosh!"
"Pop!"
"Ball!"
"Whoosh!"
"Crack!"
"Thud!"
"Pop!"
"Out!!!"
"Not a single hit. Not a single run. I won't give you anything!"
The air around the mound was sharp and cutting, carrying the pride of a true king.
"Whoosh!"
"Pop!"
"Strike three! Batter out!!!"
Eijun stood on the mound, dazzling and awe-inspiring.
His pitching, filled with unwavering determination, exuded absolute confidence with every throw.
This inning wasn't just about striking batters out—it was about domination.
In that moment, everyone at Yokohama Kouhoku, from the players to the audience, was briefly stunned, their eyes fixed on the figure standing atop the mound.
The fearsome lefty—Sawamura Eijun!
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