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Uchida placed his fingers on the side of the ball.

Lift your legs and swing your arms!

Use your index and middle fingers to flick the ball line!

With one batter's full concentration, the ball, which was traveling at 143 km/h, seemed to slow down.

The ball is spinning, and its trajectory is sideways to the front. It is a sliding ball! It will fall in the end!

Good ball? Bad ball?

Want to fight?

Can you hit this ball close to the ground?

No.

Don't rush! Don't rush! Hold on!

At that moment, the ball, faster than a vehicle on the highway, fell into Kamikawa's catcher's glove.

A three-pronged strike, no swing.

There was a brief silence.

"Ball!" the referee yelled.

A stick gasped as if it was emerging from the water, and after two breaths, it sank back to the bottom of the water.

It’s not over yet, I’m still at a disadvantage.

Don't relax for a moment!

The nervousness made Sansongyiba's stomach start to twitch and his hands and feet went numb, but once he adjusted his batting stance, the cheers, the scorching sun, and the physical discomfort were all forgotten.

The only thing in his eyes was the ball.

Uchida caught the ball thrown back by the catcher and took a deep breath.

He had dreamed of such a scene countless times - in the ninth inning, relying on his own pitch, striking out the opposing batter cleanly and neatly amid the cheers of teachers and students throughout the school, and receiving the cheers of the audience.

but.

If you really get into this situation, you won’t hear any cheers at all.

"As long as we can win, I'm willing to lose my arm in Koshien! As long as we can win!" Uchida prayed in his heart.

Place your fingers on the sides of the ball and lift your legs.

The moment your feet touch the ground, stretch your hands forward and backward to form a horizontal line, like a stretched bow.

At the moment of throwing, push the ball downward with the side of your middle finger!

One stick to concentrate.

The ball flew over the catcher's head and seemed to be a deliberate bad throw.

No, that's not right!

If you ignore the forward and backward movement, the ball appears to be spinning in place.

It's a curveball!

At the last moment, it will turn into the strike zone in an arc!

"Uchida's curveball will end up slightly lower." The coach's words came to mind, and I swung the bat without thinking.

"boom!"

"It was touched! The ball rolled out!"

As soon as the commentator shouted, the first baseman dropped his bat and rushed to first base.

His upper and lower teeth were clenched tightly, and the veins on his neck were exposed.

"Hino!"

"Go on!"

Behind him were the shouts of the players in the coaching booth, and in front of him was first baseman Kamikawa.

Staring at the opponent's first baseman, Hino rushed across first base a little faster and a little faster.

The first baseman is still waiting for the ball... he's on base... he's on base!!

"Keep running!"

Hino heard yelling.

"continue--!"

There was no time to think, no time to wonder whether Kamikawa had made a mistake in catching the ball or the ball had bounced erratically.

Trust your teammates!

"Ah——" Hino yelled and rushed to second base.

“Come on!!!” everyone in the audience shouted.

At this moment, Kamikawa's left fielder finally caught the ball that bounced erratically.

He twisted his body, raised his arms, and exerted all his strength, subconsciously trying to throw it to Kunijui Osamu.

"Maki!"

It was the voice of Yoshikawa, who was guarding second base.

Don't think, don't look, rely on memory and experience, rely on three years of tacit understanding, throw to second base!

Kanagawa second baseman Yoshikawa put one foot on the second base, forgot everything, stretched his body as far as he could, and stretched out his gloved left hand.

"Catch it for me!"

Hino, who was hitting the ball hard in Mimatsu, had already seen the ball appear in his field of vision.

His teeth were clenched and the muscles on his face were trembling.

Second base is right up ahead! Jump on it!

"Snap!", the ball fell into Yoshikawa's glove.

At Yoshikawa's feet, Hino, who had the dream of entering the Summer Koshien at Mimatsu High School, touched the base with his fingers.

Hino's body, unable to control its speed, circled around the base as if being washed away by a flood.

But the base was like a life-saving pillar; no matter how far his body was thrown, his hands still held on tightly.

The stadium fell silent.

Hino didn't even stand up, he just laid on the ground with his hands on the base.

Quiet.

The referee spread his arms and shouted:

"safe!"

It was as if a bomb had exploded and the entire Jingu Stadium exploded with a loud bang.

"Three songs! Three songs!" the audience shouted.

All the students of Sansong were so excited that they stood up.

"Hino!"

"Sansong!"

The slogans are no longer unified, and everyone is venting their inner emotions.

"It's amazing! It's amazing! This is what it means to never give up, this is youth, this is Koshien!" The commentator was extremely excited.

"The ninth inning, the last inning, the last chance, Misatsu's hitter Hino successfully reached second base!"

"There's a good chance of scoring! Come on, Sansong!"

Uchida, on the pitcher's mound, looked at Sanmatsu's bat on second base.

This guy named Hino got up from the ground, supported his knees with his hands, gasped for air, and stared at third base with a wolf-like gaze.

"This is my last year! I will never lose! I will never allow myself to lose!" Uchida caught the ball thrown by the second baseman, turned around, and looked towards home plate.

There, the second batter of the three-pronged attack, holding the bat, looked at him with the same eyes.

"Can't lose! Can't lose!"

The sun seemed to pull in all of a sudden, and the strong sunlight fell directly on my body.

Everything in front of me began to blur.

"Uchida!"

"Uchida!"

Kamikawa's team members surrounded them instantly.

"What happened? Player Uchida suddenly fainted!" the commentator said nervously.

"Heatstroke? I got the news that athlete Uchida has heatstroke!"

"Ah - now, what should Kamikawa do? The final round is crucial! The Koshien dream! A year's hard work!"

Uchida was carried back to the coaching booth and applied with ice.

Everyone in the coaching booth was worried, not only about Uchida's health, but also about the upcoming game.

"Aihara, you go." The coach's face was serious.

"Coach, I..." the relief pitcher named Aihara said hesitantly.

"You have no confidence!" the coach yelled.

“……” Not only Aihara, but everyone was worried.

This team has many batters, but the only good pitcher is Uchida.

He has worked hard in Shenchuan for three years and everyone has full confidence in him.

As for the relievers...

The coach looked around at everyone and said, "We are still leading. Even if they overtake us, what does it matter? Can't we catch up in the second half? Cheer up! Go for it!"

"Yes!" everyone roared.

"Hirata!"

"Yes!" the catcher answered loudly.

"Shout slogans!"

"Yes!"

The original eight starters, plus Aihara who replaced Uchida, formed a circle with their arms around each other's shoulders.

The cameras were focused and thirty thousand people were watching them.

"Who doesn't have holidays and weekends?" Hirata yelled.

"We!" The eight team members stood up and shouted in response.

"What time does training start in the morning?"

"Six o'clock!"

"What time will you be back?"

"Until you can't swing the bat anymore!"

"How long?"

"Joining the club begins! Until today!"

"Who carries the honor of Shenchuan?"

"us!"

"What should be done?"

"Keep winning!"