Kiyono Rin watched Watanabe Toru until he disappeared at the end of the corridor.
She turned back to the VIP seat.
"Where did you go?" asked Mrs. Kiyono.
"Where's Watanabe?" Kujo Miki looked behind her.
Mrs. Kujo glanced at her daughter, an expression that showed that she was completely dependent on someone.
"Go and persuade Watanabe to do something he wants to do, even if it's not good for others and is irresponsible." Kiyono Rin sat down in her seat and looked towards the court.
Ever since she entered the Jingu Stadium, her expression has only become serious now.
Miki Kujo frowned slightly, then a sneer appeared on the corner of her mouth and her eyes turned to the coaching seat of Kamikawa.
"Watanabe-kun is going to play?" Mrs. Kiyono asked curiously.
"Yes." Qingye Rin nodded, "He wants to show me what it means to stand above everyone else."
"Ah," Mrs. Kiyono covered her mouth, "He showed up at the critical moment, showing his kingly temperament."
"That's right." Mrs. Kujo smiled mischievously, "My precious son couldn't bear to see his mother lose, so he took the initiative to join the game. You fake mother, get ready to bark like a dog."
"Although he is my son, I don't think he can help Kamikawa turn the tables," said Mrs. Kiyono.
Just at this moment.
"Oh?" the male commentator said in surprise, "Shinkawa's coach walked onto the pitcher's mound, and the game is temporarily suspended!"
"Is it communicating with the pitcher, or changing the pitcher?" the female commentator guessed.
"No matter which one it is, it's the right decision . The reliever in front of me obviously has a problem with his mentality and has lost the ability to control the ball."
"Okay, got the news, it's time to change the pitcher!"
"Let's look forward to Kamikawa's third pitcher! Let's see if this relief pitcher can end Misatsu's offense and let the game enter the second half!"
VIP seats.
"Miji-san," Qing Ye Lin smiled contemptuously, "Please watch Watanabe Toru's most arrogant side, the real and unrestrained him."
Kujo Miki leaned against the side of her face and said nonchalantly: "I'm looking forward to it."
During the short substitution time, the male commentator exclaimed: "What a wonderful game."
"Yes, Sansong proved what passion is! What hard work is! What it means to create miracles!"
"You've completed becoming a fan of Misong!"
"Yeah! The more difficult the situation, the harder it is to give up. This is not just a slogan! They have to keep scoring!"
With the excited voice of the female commentator, the atmosphere in the stadium was reignited.
"Sansong!"
"come on!"
"The relief pitcher is in place, the game continues!"
As the male commentator spoke, the camera zoomed in on the pitcher's mound.
Above the outfield seats in the stadium, the large electronic screen showed the figure of Toru Watanabe.
The ease of not taking Sansong seriously!
Unrivaled confidence!
Look down on everyone's arrogance!
Unparalleled arrogance!
He stepped onto the pitcher's mound as if he were stepping on a corpse.
He looked around at the 30,000 spectators, as if to say, it's you who will be stepped on next.
Everyone fell into a brief silence. Even though they were separated by a stadium and there were 30,000 people here, no one dared to speak loudly. They were intimidated by that man's aura.
The boy on the pitcher's mound suddenly pointed at all the teachers and students of Kamikawa High School.
A brief silence.
Next, the originally chaotic, turbulent, and uneasy Shenchuan High School...
"Ah——" a boy raised his arms and yelled.
“Watanabe——!”
"Watanabe! Watanabe! Watanabe!" The voices of more than a thousand people merged into one.
The roar was like a tsunami, almost crazy.
The boy on the pitcher's mound withdrew his hand and looked down at the batter from Samson High School at home plate.
“T-This… is quite popular,” the male commentator stumbled.
"He looks very handsome... a very confident pitcher! Looking forward to his performance! Can he make another comeback?!" the female commentator shouted.
Only then did the rest of the audience come to their senses.
"Sansong! Sansong! Sansong!" The cheering team of Sansong High School roared, unwilling to be outdone.
The game seemed to have regained suspense, the audience's emotions were ignited, and they all beat the inflatable ball sticks in their hands and shouted loudly.
"Smart, strong, handsome, the epitome of perfection. How could there be such a charming man in this world?" Mrs. Kiyono exclaimed.
"He fits the image of a husband I had imagined in my mind when I was fifteen." Mrs. Kujo also praised him highly.
Miki Kujo looked at Toru Watanabe, who was on the pitcher's mound enjoying the cheers of the crowd, with her eyes shining.
"Do you have anything to say, Miki-san?" Kiyono Rin said in a victorious tone.
It was she who made Toru Watanabe become like this!
"Want to know?" Miki Kujo turned her head to look at her and said with a smile.
Without waiting for Qingye Rin to answer, she leaned forward with her delicate and noble little face and put her charming and seductive lips against Qingye Rin's ear.
"It's delicious." She whispered in a rippling voice, and her hot breath hit Qingye Rin's ears.
Qingye Rin didn't dodge and glanced at her coldly.
Kujo Miki left her with a sadistic and impatient smile on her face.
Looking forward to tonight.
At the Jingu Stadium, the Kamikawa Wind Orchestra once again played "The Crown Shines for You".
They have absolute trust in the boy who conquered everyone by himself at the National Wind Music Competition last year.
Their music was majestic and powerful, and the shouts of the rest of the teachers and students became more and more intense.
In Kamikawa High School, some people like Watanabe Toru, some feel average towards him, and some hate him.
But no matter whether it is admiration, hatred, or contempt, one thing is beyond doubt in the eyes of everyone in Kamikawa High School, that is, Watanabe Toru is a true genius.
As long as he doesn't lose, Shenchuan doesn't lose!
Teachers and students of Kamikawa put down their signs, gave up a week's training, stood up, and shouted the name of the boy on the court.
"Watanabe! Watanabe!"
Koizumi Aona looked at the pitcher's mound excitedly.
That is the person who truly shoulders the glory of Shenchuan, the person she likes.
Amid the cheers, Toru Watanabe lightly pressed down his baseball cap and an uncontrollable smile appeared at the corners of his mouth.
"Kamikawa, my alma mater... Well, Misatsu, I'm sorry."
He raised his head, carrying the expectations of everyone in Shenchuan.
'This summer, even if the goddess of luck is not on Kamikawa's side.'
'But it doesn't end here.'
"Regarding the promise made in midsummer, I will make it happen for you if you don't want it to end!"
"Fate, no matter what you originally planned, now, reverse it for me!"
Toru Watanabe lifted the ball with both hands, raised his legs, and swung his arms.
Powerful pitching.
The sound of the harsh wind.
"Bang!", the ball fell into the catcher's glove.
"Beep!" Electronic screen, "165km/h!"
"Strike!" The referee's lonely and empty voice.
The stadium was as quiet as a heavy snowfall.
Then...
“Ah——!!!” From the audience seats, a roar resounded through the sky.
My throat is about to break and my saliva is flying!
“165! 165! New in Koshien…” The commentator’s voice was covered up.
"Did you see it? Did you see it?" Koizumi Aona pulled Akiko excitedly.
“I see it, I see it!” Akiko excitedly waved the inflatable ball stick while pulling his T-shirt that was about to fall.
"Watanabe! Watanabe! Watanabe!"
The conversation between the two was barely audible amidst Kamikawa's frenzied cheers.
"Ah--" On the field, the other eight members of the Kamikawa team yelled at Watanabe Toru.
No matter how excited or passionate the words are, they cannot express how they feel at that moment.
"Watanabe——!" Kunii Osamu's neck was full of blue veins. He was so excited that he wanted to rush over and punch Watanabe Toru hard.
The camera turns to the boy on the pitching mound.
The catcher was walking over with the ball, saying something to him.
He didn't say anything, just patted the other person on the shoulder. This simple action made the audience even more excited.
He seemed arrogant, too handsome, not athletic enough, had no passion, and didn't take his opponents seriously.
Even so, people still yearn to worship him!
This is the strong one!
Born to enjoy the cheers of the crowd!
After the cheers, the second goal.
"Beep! 166km/h!"
"Two strikes!"
"Oh!" There was a unanimous exclamation from the audience.
Anyone who knows baseball will hold their breath.
What does that mean?
This kind of ball speed will not produce a breaking ball, but the power of the ball itself is intimidating.
What is ball power?
A hard ball traveling at a speed of 166 km/h is heading straight for the forehead, causing a fracture. If it unfortunately hits the head, even if you are wearing a helmet, you will suffer intracranial hemorrhage. If you are not rescued immediately, you will definitely die on the court.
Facing Toru Watanabe's pitching, it is no longer a baseball game, but a test of life and death.
This is the power of the ball!
"Kuroda! Don't be scared!" Everyone in the Misatsu coaching booth shouted to the batter in the batter's box.
Kuroda looked back at everyone, then at the man on the pitcher's mound, and swallowed hard.
Is it really worth risking your life for a game?
……worth!
And as long as the ball hits you, it's a hit ball! Everyone in Sansong gets a walk and gets another run!
Even if you have to be hospitalized or study, you can't hide!
"Come on!" Kuroda gripped the bat tightly and yelled at the boy on the pitching mound.
At this moment, in his peripheral vision, Kamikawa's catcher raised his glove and placed it under his arm.
If...if...the ball is aimed at here at 165 km/h...if I lose control of the ball for a moment...
Hit the arm, breaking the bone directly;
If it hits the stomach, will it penetrate it?
Or the jaw? All the teeth are gone?
"What will happen? Someone tell me!"
"Beep! 165km/h!"
"Damn it!" Kuroda was so angry with himself that he not only didn't swing the bat, but he dodged it instead.
"Strikeout!"
"3 goals! All ball speeds are above 165!" The female commentator has lost her mind.
Then, the male commentator shouted out everyone’s thoughts:
"monster!"
The girls at Kamikawa High School cried with joy.
Even though he had just eliminated one batter, he still had to eliminate two more to end the game;
Even though we were still three points behind and in a precarious situation even after this game;
But, but…
As a member of Kamikawa, whenever I see the young man on the pitching mound who looks down on everyone, I feel confident.
monster?
My predecessor!
My classmate!
My junior!
My students!
We talked! We met in the hallway! We were rivals at sports events! We handed out flyers together at the cultural festival!
From our school! Watanabe from Kamikawa!
"Watanabe! Watanabe! Watanabe!"
At this time, Toru Watanabe raised his hand and made a gesture to them to be quiet.
Not only Kamikawa, but also the 30,000 spectators, the blowing wind, the raised dust, it seemed as if everything had stopped.
In the silence, Toru Watanabe raised his fist to the sky:
"Kamikawa!"
The roar filled the sky.
"ah--"
"Kamikawa! Kamikawa! Kamikawa!"
The mountains roared and the seas collapsed.
The wind began to blow, the sun became brighter, and everyone stood up. A shout of "Shenchuan" infected everyone present.
Even if you don't understand football, even if you didn't hear clearly what Watanabe Toru said, you would still be swept up in the atmosphere.
"Kamikawa! Kamikawa! Kamikawa!"
"Beep! 164km/h!"
"A good ball!"
"Beep! 166km/h!"
"Two strikes!"
"Beep! 164km/h!"
"Strike out! Two out!"
The momentum is as high as a rainbow!
"It's horrible! It's horrible! After throwing a ball at 165 mph, the next ball was still 165! Monster! Monster! What the hell is his arm made of!"
"I've seen the dark clouds over Koshien Stadium! That's Kamikawa! The relief pitcher named Toru Watanabe!"
"His fastball will become the nightmare of all high school hitters!"
"Sansong has one batter left!"
"One strike! The ball speed is still 165! Two strikes! The last one!"
"The third baseman of Sansong High School fought desperately and started stealing bases! Can he score a point from the monster? Sansong!"
The last ball!
"Beep! 167km/h!"
The catcher who caught the ball ignored his numb hands and turned to pounce on the Sansong player who was trying to steal the base.
“Ah—-” The Sansong players rushed towards the home base with the momentum of almost killing themselves.
"Out! Attack and defense switch!" the referee shouted.
"Ah——" The eight members of Kamikawa's team roared wildly.
Finally, finally, it was Kamikawa's turn to fight back.
"This is so exciting!" The commentator breathed in relief, and then shouted, "Three points! From leading by two points, to trailing by three points, it's still the last game, Shenchuan, is there any solution?!"
All players left the field.
Toru Watanabe was about to walk back to the coaching seats, and the people around him were all leaning on the net, trying to say hello to him.
He walked over.
The camera was always on him.
"Watanabe!" Everyone from Kamikawa High School squeezed forward, wanting to high-five him.
Watanabe Toru hit them all the way with a pair of hands.
Among them were Aona Koizumi, Akiko, and even the physical education teacher stretched out his hand with excitement on his face.
After high-fiving Kamikawa’s classmates, there was a little kid in front of him.
His face was pressed against the net, his flesh divided into grids, and he stretched his hand towards this side with all his strength.
Toru Watanabe walked over and high-fived him vigorously.
The child smiled happily. He was still in the teething period, and several of his missing teeth were exposed in the camera.
"Mom! Mom!" He hugged his mother excitedly.
The child's mother looked at him happily.
Toru Watanabe took off his baseball cap and threw it into the sky.
The baseball cap flew over the high net and landed in the child's arms.
"It's yours." After saying that, Toru Watanabe walked back to the coaching seat.
"Ah!!!" The child put the baseball cap on his head and jumped around excitedly.
Everyone looked at this scene and burst into laughter.
Koizumi Aona looked at the child proudly, wishing she could tell him and everyone around her that Watanabe Toru was hers.
But she couldn't say anything, so she could only hold on to Akiko and Miyuki's clothes tightly.
She can't say it, but someone else can.
"Mine." Miki Kujo pointed at Toru Watanabe who was walking towards the coaching seat and said to Rin Kiyono.
"It's because of me that he showed this side of himself."
"Yeah, mine."
"..." Qingye Rin looked gloomy.
"Ah, ah," Mrs. Kiyono controlled her excitement, "Watanabe-kun is so charming, I want to marry him."
"You old woman, you can't even compare to your own daughter, and you still want to compete with my Meiji?" Mrs. Kujo was in a good mood, "I'm waiting for you to learn to bark like a dog."
"Rin-chan," Mrs. Kiyono reached out to her daughter, "you must avenge your mother!"
"No chance." Mrs. Kujo laughed, "Rin couldn't win over Miki, and then between Miki and Maki, Toru chose Maki, so Rin had even less chance."
Miki Kujo looked at her mother.
"You're just kidding." Mrs. Kujo fanned herself, "Keep watching the game, it's not over yet."
Coach's seat.
"Watanabe-kun!" Yukiko Kobayashi's eyes were filled with tears. She clenched her hands tightly, leaving excited nail marks on her palms.
"Watanabe-san!" The relief pitcher bowed deeply.
"For Kamikawa," said Toru Watanabe.
"For Kamikawa!" Catcher Hirata raised his arms and roared.
"For Kamikawa!" everyone roared.
The direct sunlight made them dizzy.
The skin felt hot and the burning sensation spread little by little.
However, with thoughts entrusted to me and dreams I want to realize, I absolutely cannot stop here.
I want to see further and walk longer!
"Watanabe." The coach stood up and walked in front of Watanabe Toru.
He looked at Toru Watanabe: "How's your batting?"
There are pitches and breaking balls, and hitting the ball is all you need to do, so...
"A little better than pitching," replied Toru Watanabe.
"Ah! Uchida is the sixth batter!" Yukiko Kobayashi's face turned pale.
"Why are you panicking?" The coach said calmly, "You have seen how powerful Watanabe is. No matter what, hold on until the sixth leg!"
"yes!"
The coach looked at everyone. If possible, he didn't want to say such things. He would rather say that he believed in his usual efforts.
However, the last game is related to Kamikawa's glory and the dream of Koshien. He needs a belief that can calm the players down and fill them with confidence just by sitting there.
If everyone knew from the beginning how good Watanabe Toru was as a pitcher, then he would just have to sit in the coaching booth, the relief pitcher would not have the wrong mentality, and everyone would not have panicked.
Baseball, too, involves a psychological battle.
On the opposite side, nine players from Mitsumoto came on the field, and it was their turn to eliminate Kamikawa's batter.
"Come on! Come on!" The cheerleaders on both sides were in chaos.
The audience was eagerly waiting, and the fire in their hearts had already been ignited.
Reverse, reverse again, can it continue to reverse?
Kamikawa's number one was Osamu Kunii.
The pitcher of Samsun looked at the man in front of him, a very strong hitter, and put him on first bat, ready to get on base steadily?
Kunii Osamu held the bat and stared at the pitcher's mound.
After experiencing despair and welcoming hope, whether he can continue to win and go to Koshien, now it is his turn to decide!
No, it’s just the first baton, and my opinion doesn’t count.
However, as long as he reaches base, his teammates behind him will continue to reach base, one base after another, and victory is achieved in this way!
Baseball is never a one-man game!
The three-pitch pitcher raised his legs and threw the ball.
"Beep! 141km/h!"
The pitching speed of a professional pitcher is generally very strong!
Guo Jinxue's swing missed.
"Strike!" the referee shouted.
Guo Jinxue took a deep breath.
The second pitch was a bad one, and he didn't swing at it.
The third ball.
"Beep! 139km/h!"
In the bottom of the ninth inning, he had just thrown two balls and was still able to reach a speed of 139 km/h. Samsun's pitching is really strong.
but.
"Bang!"
"Hit it!" the commentator shouted.
The ball flew between the third baseman and the second baseman.
Kunii Osamu didn't care about anything, let go, dropped the bat, and rushed towards first base.
"Sansong's shortstop caught it! Start throwing the ball!"
"Will Kamikawa's blow come in time?!"
"Ah!" Sansong's shortstop threw the ball to the first baseman.
"Ah!" Kunii Osamu also roared and flew to first base.
"safe!"
"Successfully reached base!"
Kunii Osamu got up from the ground and immediately got into position, his eyes fixed on second base.
His heart was beating so fast, he was almost there, just a little bit later, or if he missed a day of his usual long-distance running, he might have been eliminated.
The audience couldn't sit still and stood up one after another.
"Kamikawa's second at bat! Ono in left field!"
The three-pine pitcher twisted his neck.
Ono swung the bat hard, trying to find the feeling.
Once he puts the bat on his left shoulder, the game begins.
The pitcher lifts his foot and throws the ball.
"Bang!"
The moment he heard the sound, Kunii Osamu rushed out, but stopped after running a few steps and returned to first base.
"Out of bounds!"
Second goal.
The three-pitch pitcher has his fingers behind the ball, an outside corner carter that ends up moving away from the hitter!
Ono swung the stick down.
"Bang!"
"Hit again!"
"It's over! It's a high fly ball! Can the Sansong outfielder catch it? He caught it! Kamikawa is out! There's a runner on first base!"
Ono stared at the ball for a long time before walking back to the coaching seat.
"……sorry."
"Ono-san has done her best!" Although she was so nervous that her hands and feet were numb and her heart was beating so fast that she couldn't breathe, Kobayashi Yukiko still encouraged her.
"The opposing pitcher is already very strong, and he won't become easy to play against in the last inning." The coach said solemnly, "Whether we can win or enter Koshien is now up to you! Hold on until the sixth inning! Yamamoto!"
"yes!"
Yamamoto, as Kamikawa's third batter, came on the field with the bat.
"Third baseman Yamamoto, Kamikawa's third at bat!"
“Come on!”
"Kamikawa! Kamikawa!"
"Sansong! Sansong!"
The cheerleaders waved their pom-poms and refused to stop even though they were obviously exhausted.
Even the students whose voices had become hoarse continued to cheer for their respective baseball teams with their hoarse voices.
Yamamoto held the bat and looked at the pitcher Mitsumoto who was relaxing his arms and relieving his fatigue.
The opponent was very strong. In the first eight innings, I only hit two hits against him.
I am already in the third grade, and this is my last chance. I must not lose no matter what!
"If you can't hit the pitcher's ball, it's either because you haven't practiced enough or you don't have the talent!" He remembered the reprimand from his coach in first grade.
That day, they lost the penultimate match in the qualifiers.
"Don't I have any talent? I was recruited from Kochi Prefecture!"
'Haven't I practiced enough? Practice is over and I'm the only one left swinging the bat!'
'So, call me out!'
Yamamoto swung.
"Bang!"
“Hit!”
"Run!" He could no longer hear the voices of his teammates behind him.
In front of me, at first base, Kunii Osamu had already rushed to second base, and I was rushing to first base.
"Ah——" It was Kunii Osamu's roar.
This idiot, I've been talking about him since first grade. If he keeps yelling at me while running, he'll only run slower.
Roaring too much will lead to insufficient oxygen supply and reduce your sprinting efficiency!
Do you really take me, your senior, seriously?
After I quit the club, how could I leave the baseball club to such an unreliable guy?
But, but…
This is Kamikawa’s last chance, try your best in your own way!
Yamamoto had a calm expression and ran with standard posture. If it weren't for the sound of his footsteps and the trembling muscles on his face, he would have looked like a robot.
"Safe!" the referee yelled.
"There are people on first and second base! Kamikawa is going to turn the tide!"
"Can a miracle happen again?!"
"Very good!" The coach waved his hands vigorously, "Fourth batter, fifth batter! As long as one of you can get on base and advance the order, Watanabe can finish! We will win! We can go to Koshien! Do you understand?"
"yes!"
The fourth batter picked up his bat, took a deep breath, and went to the field.
One person has already been eliminated. If I am eliminated again, Shenchuan will only have one spot left to be eliminated, and the situation will be on the verge of collapse.
Moreover, this was the case with Yamamoto and Kunii, who were already on base, not getting out.
"A good ball!"
My mind went blank, as if it was about to be swallowed by the heat wave, and the tension of the game cut my skin like a sharp blade.
"Two strikes!"
Damn it, it was obviously a bad ball, why did I swing at it!
In the audience, the cheers of all the teachers and students in the school... I want to run away! I can't hit you!
He swallowed hard, trying to suppress the nervousness.
Calm down, calm down...
As long as you stay calm, the opponent will throw the ball to you, absolutely...
"Strike out! Out!" the referee's voice.
He had no idea how he got back to the coaching booth. He just sat there blankly. Kobayashi Yukiko seemed to be saying something to him.
In the distance, Toru Watanabe seemed to be talking to the fifth batter.
I can’t hear anything… I’m going to lose… All my efforts are in vain…
"Kamikawa has eliminated two people! There is only one elimination spot left!"
"There's no way back! Kamikawa!"
"The fifth batter must withstand the pressure! The two players must not make mistakes and get out!"
"Will there be a miracle?!"
In the audience, some girls from Kamikawa High School were already crying.
Advantage, heatstroke, disadvantage, struggle back, but in the end, will you still lose?
"Come on!" they shouted in tears.
"Sansong! Sansong!" The cheers from Sansong High School were neat and powerful.
The fifth batter comes on.
He's not the best hitter.
If you were to pick the top three hitters in baseball, no one would vote for him.
"A good ball!"
That bastard Kunii squeezed him out of the top four in his sophomore year.
"A bad ball!"
I was also poached from other counties!
I left my hometown, but I didn't even get into Koshien! How can I face my classmates back home?
"Two strikes!"
That guy Yamamoto thought that after the disbandment, he would be the only one left on the baseball field swinging the bat!
But every time, I would hide in the dormitory and keep swinging the bat until he turned off the lights!
Yes every time!
"Two balls!"
There is an upper limit to pitching training, but there is no upper limit to hitting!
As long as you practice, you can become stronger!
'Don't underestimate me!'
Five bats swing.
"Bang!", the sound of the bat hitting the ball.
"Run!" Throwing away the bat, the fifth baseman roared and rushed to first base.
Yamamoto, who was on first base, was rushing toward second base;
Kunii Osamu, who was on second base, was rushing towards third base;
I didn’t expect that I would end up running with the two people I hated the most.
"Ah——" Not only them, but also the Sansong fielder was rushing towards the hit ball.
To win, for Koshien!
"The outfielder from Sansong caught the ball! Where to throw it? Second base! Clear choice! The outfield is closest to second base!"
"Kamikawa Yamamoto is running to second base. Will he make it in time?!"
"Once we're eliminated, Kamikawa's summer will be over!"
"Run! Yamamoto!"
Even at this time, Yamamoto still had a blank expression on his face. He raised his hands and legs, with only second base in his eyes, like a robot.
"The second baseman leaves second base to catch the ball thrown back by the outfielder!"
“I caught it!”
"Who gets to second base first! Misatsu?! Kamikawa?!"
Mitsu's second baseman and Kamikawa's third batter Yamamoto faced each other and rushed to the base at the same time.
"Ah——!!!" Sansong's second baseman jumped too early and crawled forward to reach for the second base.
"Fingers! I'm reaching!"
The audience held their breath, and some people couldn't help but stand up and stare at the screen.
The two of them reached out with their hands almost at the same time.
"Who? Who will get there first?"
"The referee isn't sure either, they're replaying it!"
Everyone's heart was pounding as they watched the slow-motion electronic screen.
"It's Kamikawa--!!!" the commentator roared.
"There's still a chance! There's still a chance!" The female commentator spoke incoherently.
"First, second, and third are manned!"
"Sixth batter?! Who is Kamikawa's sixth batter?!"
"Uchida is still unable to play. Will the reliever or the monster relief pitcher replace him?"
All are waiting.
The camera is aimed at the Kamikawa coaching seat.
On the electronic screen, they saw the handsome young man who was sitting there with his arms folded slowly stand up.
The manageress handed over the bat.
"It's a monster rescue..."
"Ah——" Before the commentator could finish his words, the audience erupted in thunderous applause, drowning out his voice.
"Watanabe, it's Watanabe!" The girls from Kamikawa hugged each other excitedly.
"We won! We must have won!"
"Yes, we will definitely win!"
Hayami Kaoru wiped away the tears from her eyes, picked up the trumpet, and said to everyone in the wind band:
"Everyone, prepare the school song!"
"Yes!" everyone answered in unison.
Aina Koizumi in front looked worried.
Everyone thinks Watanabe Toru can win. If he loses...will they put all the blame on him?
He saved Kamikawa by pitching, so why should he bear such pressure?
Toru Watanabe took the bat and went to first base before heading to the batter's box.
"Thank you for your hard work," he said.
"You said that as long as I can get on base, you will lead Kamikawa to win." The fifth batter looked at Watanabe Toru.
“I may sound arrogant when I say this, but as long as I want to win, I will never lose.”
Toru Watanabe turned and walked towards the batter's box.
"Toru Watanabe, coming on as a relief pitcher, ends Misatsu's offensive with a perfect strikeout!"
“Now, standing on the court again, can he bring victory to Kamikawa?!”
"As long as we get a hit, Kamikawa will get a point and the game will go on!"
"But if he can hit a home run, Kamikawa will just end the game!"
"Is it okay? Is it ok? Can you do this?"
"Watanabe! Respond to everyone's expectations! Bring a miracle! Let Sansong and the whole of Tokyo know that you are invincible!"
Pitcher Mitsumoto was standing on the pitcher's mound, and across from him, he felt a strong sense of oppression from the relief pitcher named Watanabe.
He put aside the passionate commentary and felt everything around him.
A sky as blue as the sea, a pitcher's pedal under your feet, air twisted with heat, and a boy who is so strong that he is invincible.
However, he loves baseball more than anyone else and desires victory more than anyone else!
I really don’t want to leave. I really want to continue competing with everyone. I really want to go to Koshien!
Sansong, the more difficult the situation, the more you never give up.
The pitcher's eyes grew firm.
Watanabe Toru looked at the other person and also ignored everything around him.
The next swing of the bat he threw carried the hopes of everyone in Shenchuan. Today they must go back with a smile on their faces.
And the baseball club must not stop here.
Finally, deep in his heart, he longed to convince everyone.
It doesn’t matter how hard Sansong tries.
The pitcher raises his legs, swings his arms, and pitches!
"Beep! 153km/h!"
"This goal broke my personal record..."
"Bang--"
The metallic sound of a bat hitting a ball.
The ball that broke the personal record disappeared into the blue sky at an even faster speed.
Keep flying, keep flying, flying over the infield, flying over the outfield, flying out of the outfield seats.
"Bang!"
Everyone looked at the ball that was sunken into the electronic screen.
The electronic screen with a distorted screen still displays the score:
Three pines: 8
Kamikawa: 9
"Ah--" The whole stadium seemed to be hit by a tsunami.
The audience waved everything they could get their hands on wildly.
Toru Watanabe looked towards the VIP seats and blew a kiss towards them.
"Is it for me?" said Kiyono Yuko, covering her chest.
The other three looked at her.
"Ah--" Kunii Osamu, Yamamoto, Maki, Hirata, Aihara... the members of the baseball club opened their arms and rushed towards Watanabe Toru.
Kobayashi Yukiko could only worry as she couldn't squeeze in.
"Home run! Goodbye home run!"
"Watanabe! Hit the ball out of the court with one hit!"
“He turned the game around!”
"Kamikawa, dominate the 20th district of East Tokyo! The one who dominates the 20th district of East Tokyo is Kamikawa!"
The high-spirited, enterprising, hardworking and nostalgic Kamikawa school song was played at Jingu Stadium.
The entire Kamikawa baseball team stood in the middle of the field, linked their arms, puffed out their chests, and sang the school song loudly as if they were trying to use all the sound in their bodies.
"The Yotsuya hills, the school building where crows fly over, our alma mater..."
Teachers and students of Shenchuan sang along, and everyone had tears in their eyes.