Isashiki Jun vigorously swung the bat in his hand, and then watched the flying baseball fall rapidly as it entered the home plate area, crossing with the bat he swung over.
"Boom - wow -"!
The baseball flying out of Koichiro Tanba's hand hit the block behind Isashiki Jun, making a loud noise.
"Oh——" The others exclaimed together.
"What do you mean?" Tanba Koichiro shouted to the person who just exclaimed.
"Nice shot!"
"You're not bad either, Tanba."
"Tamba struck out Isashiki for me!"
"Shut up, you bastards!" Amidst the cheers of the crowd, Isashiki Jun's voice sounded particularly loud.
Outside the training ground, several first-year students were standing outside the fence and looking at the second-year seniors who were practicing shooting inside.
"In tomorrow's game, this senior should be the one to pitch." Kenta Maezono watched Senior Tanba's pitch and said to the person next to him.
"A curveball with a very exaggerated arc!" Kenjiro Hakushu stood next to Kenta Maezono, looking at the situation on the training ground.
"Tamba-senpai's pitching momentum is really strong." Kenshi Kawakami felt that he didn't have the courage to pitch in front of the senior who looked fierce.
"Be more confident, Kawakami, you are a rare side pitcher." As Kazuya Miyuki said, he saw Masuko-senpai knocking out an outfield hit against Tanba-senpai's pitch on the training ground: "
Although it may be a little weaker in terms of strikes, based on my observation of Tanba-senpai, Tanba-senpai’s strike level is also very poor, so you can rest assured.”
"About this, Miyuki is right." Naoya Kuraza took over the conversation, turned to Kawakami Kenshi and said, "Kawakami, as a pitcher, you really need to be more confident!"
After listening to Kenshi Kawakami, he turned around and looked at Takuya Kimura, who was staring at Senior Tanba with a warlike expression on his face, and expressed that he could not learn from it.
…
On May 2nd, after the morning training, in order to give the members of the second and third armies time to prepare for the afternoon competition between new and old students, the morning training was suspended for all except the first army. As a result, the new and old students found their own places to work independently in the morning.
train.
At 13:40 in the afternoon, Kurosaki glanced at the restless classmates around him, and then turned his attention to the rest area opposite. Most of the second and third grade seniors also had serious or serious expressions on their faces.
The whole body exudes an aura that scares freshmen like them. As for the rest area of the first-year freshmen, most of the people are nervous, excited, and uneasy.
"Why are there so many spectators today?" Kimura Takuya stood in the middle of the rest area, frowning and looking at the spectators outside the stadium, "Graduates and reporters have come to visit the game."
The freshmen around him followed Kimura Takuya's gaze and saw that many of them were standing outside the stadium, commenting on the members of the baseball club on the field. They couldn't help but become even more nervous.
"Oops! I feel so nervous..." Some people felt more and more nervous and uneasy.
At the same time, someone echoed: "I didn't sleep well yesterday either..."
"I didn't expect that less than a month after we joined the club... we would have to compete with the seniors..." Someone shuddered involuntarily.
Ah!
These guys, who last week were complaining about nothing but running, now finally got the chance to compete, but they couldn't stop being nervous.
Kazuko Kurosaki secretly sneered at the uneasy expressions of the classmates around him.
Supervisor Kataoka, who was dressed as a referee, walked towards the freshmen and said to the neatly arranged freshmen: "First graders, are you all ready?"
"yes!"
Although the voices of the answers varied one after another, the energetic voice of the first-year students still spread over the court.
There was no trace of emotion on Director Kataoka's face wearing sunglasses. He looked at the first-year students in front of him and said calmly: "You all have a chance to play. Remember to be ready to warm up and you can play at any time."
"yes!"
Supervisor Kataoka nodded, turned and left, walked to the opposite team composed of senior students, and said: "I will be the referee for this game. I will not give you any suggestions other than substitutions. Is that clear?"
"It's clear." The members of the Second and Third Army replied in unison.
"Well, good, let's get started." Director Kataoka checked the time and signaled the game to start, "First grade, pitcher Kengo Kawashima, catcher Hiroshi Ono..."
The starting candidates for the two teams were quickly announced by Supervisor Kataoka. After representatives from both sides were sent to compete in the guessing game, the freshmen chose to attack first.
"Tamba, be prepared to pitch the whole game." Keisuke Miyauchi stood on the pitcher's mound and covered his mouth with a ball cover and said to Koichiro Tanba: "You can definitely return to the first team."
"Although everyone is working hard, I will definitely try my best to return to the first army." Koichiro Tanba said loudly with a rare excitement.
"Well said! Let's work hard together!" After saying this, Keisuke Miyauchi exhaled two thick breaths from his nose, turned around, left the pitcher's mound, walked to the back of home plate and squatted down.
At the same time, Kurosaki Kazutaka turned his attention to Koichiro Tanba who was warming up with Keisuke Miyauchi, and thought about the finals of the spring Tokyo High School Fieldball Tournament with the city's juniors three days ago.
"Ha!" Kurosaki couldn't help but let out a sarcastic chuckle, and then lowered his head to avoid being seen making fun of his senior.
This game was not only a showdown between old students and freshmen, but also a game specially designed by Director Kataoka to restore the self-confidence of Koichiro Tanba and Yu Sakai who were in poor condition.
It’s really funny that two guys can regain their self-confidence by abusing food!
Not long after, the battle between old and new students officially began.
Keisuke Miyauchi opened his arms and shrugged, then punched the ball cover with his right hand, then gave a signal to Koichiro Tanba and set up the ball cover.
"call out!"
Tanba Koichiro nodded, looked at the first-year student standing on the batting cage, took a deep breath, waved his arm and threw the baseball in his palm.
"Wow!"
The first-year freshman standing in the batting cage could only feel the baseball flying from the pitcher's mound heading straight towards him. He was so frightened that he took two or three steps back without thinking, and then he saw clearly that the baseball was coming.
When he was about to enter the home plate area, he made a huge arc, then fell downwards and accurately fell into the ball cover that had been set up by the catcher Keisuke Miyauchi.
"Bang!"
“strike.“
Keisuke Miyauchi looked at the first-year hitter in front of him with a slightly mocking look, took out the baseball from the cover, stood up and passed it to Koichiro Tanba.
“nice pitch.“
Koichiro Tanba raised his hand to catch the baseball passed back to him by Keisuke Miyauchi, then looked at the signal he gave, nodded, and swung his arm to throw the baseball in his hand. This chapter has been completed!