Chapter 662 - 662: Tough

The Kanto Tournament final between Seido High School Baseball Team and Inashiro Industrial High School Baseball Team was in full swing.

The scores of the two teams kept alternating, biting at each other relentlessly.

So far, the score was 3:2, with Seido High School Baseball Team temporarily leading by one run.

The game had entered the bottom of the fourth inning, and Seido High School Baseball Team's offense was not over yet. Zhang Han had just hit a Homerun to reverse the score, and the players of Seido High School Baseball Team naturally hoped to continue their momentum and help the team score another run.

If the players of Inashiro Industrial High School Baseball Team were to take a little nap during this process...

Then the players of Seido High School Baseball Team wouldn't mind scoring a few more runs.

After Isashiki Jun stepped into the batter's box, he first politely greeted the umpire.

Then he stared fiercely at the pitcher's mound of Inashiro Industrial High School Baseball Team.

His posture made it seem as if he wanted to devour Narumiya Mei whole on the pitcher's mound.

Facing such a gaze, Narumiya Mei was fearless.

He might have been timid in the dugout, but once on the field, especially standing on the pitcher's mound, Narumiya Mei reverted to his true colors as the Tokyo Prince, with his head held high, never bowing to anyone.

Even though the previous walk and Homerun had, to some extent, affected his pitch status, in terms of pitching momentum, Narumiya Mei also showed that he would not give the players of Seido High School Baseball any chance to further extend the lead.

"Strike!"

"Strike!!"

Two consecutive strikes, although Isashiki Jun swung actively, he failed to make contact with the ball even once.

The previous walk, and the two runs just given up, would likely cause any pitcher to doubt themselves.

They would question whether there was truly a problem with their pitch.

But for Narumiya Mei, his previous embarrassment seemed to be non-existent.

He was as proud as ever when he was pitching.

"What is this monster made of?"

Facing such an opponent, Isashiki Jun was also extremely frustrated.

He gritted his teeth and swung his bat at the third pitch.

"Ping!"

This time, his bat finally made contact with the baseball.

But in the dugout of Seido High School Baseball Team, none of the players looked good.

Precisely because they made contact with this ball, the players of Seido High School Baseball Team felt even greater despair.

The ball that was hit flew high. It fell down before it could even fly two meters.

Harada slowly stood up, walked two or three steps forward, then looked up and opened his glove.

Everything seemed to be set, and the baseball dropped exactly where he opened his glove.

"Pop!"

"Out!"

Except for Zhang Han and Yuuki, the other players of Seido High School Baseball Team, let alone helping the team score runs, found it incredibly difficult to even get a hit.

This despair was enough to send chills down one's spine.

Even though Seido High School Baseball Team was temporarily leading by one run, it couldn't give its players any sense of security.

The game continued.

Miyuki, who stepped into the batter's box next, also felt the predicament their team was currently facing.

He actively wanted to get a hit to break the stalemate on the field.

But unfortunately, with no one on base, it was difficult for him to predict what kind of pitch Narumiya Mei would use against him.

Even though he gritted his teeth and battled, he still ended up hitting an infield grounder.

"Pop!"

"Out!"

Two outs, no one on base.

That wasn't all. When Seido High School Baseball Team's offense came to the last person, Masuko, Narumiya Mei seemed to have gotten a bit temperamental; he didn't even let Seido High School Baseball Team's batter touch the ball.

"Strike!"

"Strike!"

"Strike!!"

"Strikeout!!"

Although Narumiya Mei, after leaving the field, was still huffing and puffing, looking unwilling, his dominant pitch performance undoubtedly gave the trailing Inashiro Industrial High School Baseball Team a shot in the arm.

Although they were behind in the score, their momentum was not affected at all.

And looking at their posture, Inashiro Industrial could rush up at any time and overtake the score.

In the dugout of Seido High School Baseball Team, the teammates looked at each other.

Facing the sudden predicament, they were also very frustrated.

"At this point, we can only place our hopes on the pitcher."

Seido High School certainly wouldn't give up on offense, but given the current situation, they would need some time to prepare if they wanted to find an opportunity to score again.

They needed time to adapt to Narumiya Mei's pitch speed, and also to try to exhaust his stamina in the upcoming confrontations.

Before that, hope could only be placed on the pitcher.

Not to mention holding onto this one-run lead, they at least had to control the runs allowed within a certain range.

Otherwise, if the score difference between the two sides became too large, even if Seido High School Baseball Team eventually found a way to score against Narumiya Mei, it would be too late...

Koichiro Tanba said nothing. After changing his gear, he ran directly to the pitcher's mound.

Giving an impassioned speech to boost morale before going on the field was not something Tanba could do.

Even among Seido High School Baseball Team's own staunch supporters, many insisted that Koichiro Tanba was not suitable to be the Ace of Seido High School Baseball Team.

This was not entirely due to his pitch and skill.

It also had a lot to do with his personality.

Tanba, of course, knew this, but he had no intention of changing. He was not that kind of person to begin with, and forcing himself into that personality would only result in a poor imitation.

Tanba believed he had his own way of leading the team.

"Swoosh!"

Facing the sudden high-breaking curveball, the batter of Inashiro Industrial High School Baseball Team showed no interest in swinging.

He watched with wide eyes as the baseball rapidly dropped in front of him.

"Pop!"

"Strike!"

Miyuki, who caught the ball, felt a little uneasy.

The opponent's motionless stance made him suspect something bad.

To verify this, he deliberately placed his glove in the inside corner.

Indeed.

Although this pitch had already deviated from the strike zone, by a full three or four centimeters, the batter of Inashiro Industrial did not let it go.

"Ping!"

The baseball was solidly hit, landing foul.

"Foul ball!"

One strike, one foul.

The count was two strikes, zero balls.

Although he successfully got ahead of the batter, Miyuki Kazuya couldn't smile at all.

He already knew what Inashiro Industrial High School Baseball Team was planning.

Abandoning the high-breaking curveball, and only swinging at Fastballs.

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