Tokyo Rebirth: Start From Picking Up Sayu

The so-called strike zone is the area above the home plate from the batter's knee to the chest.

No wonder it is said that a good pitcher is often the soul of the team. After all, it is not easy to eliminate hitters under such restrictions.

With emotion in his heart, Kato Yusuke's hands are neat and tidy.

With a snap, the baseball falls into the catcher's mitt.

"A good shot!" the referee shouted.

"Okay, okay!" Yamaguchi in the audience shook his fist.

Takei next to him said, "Well... but Ishikawa didn't swing the bat just now, right? Is he just observing the path of the ball?"

The ball the boy just shot was roughly parallel to the belly of the thug.

"Straight, the ball goes down." Ishikawa murmured, the expression on his face still calm.

The catcher on the side glanced at him, then threw the ball back.

Yusuke Kato catches the ball thrown back by the catcher.

The sun is shining brightly, and the cicadas are singing loudly.

Seeing that the other party was ready, the teenager raised his arms and threw the baseball out again.

Ishikawa swings.

"boom!"

The baseball dropped into the glove with a dull sound.

The catcher took the baseball out of his glove and couldn't help but move his slightly numb palm.

"...Two strikes!" There was a slight hesitation in the referee's eyes.

What was the speed of the ball just now?

Ishikawa's expression was a little dignified, and he said silently: "140kh?"

clack clack clack-

The members of the photography department standing behind the tripod recorded the scene truthfully.

"Are you familiar with baseball? Kato classmate." Shi Yu asked the girl beside him.

"Uh...uh." Hui nodded slightly and responded, "Well, if it's just a little bit, Kasumigaoka-senpai."

"Just call me Senior Sister, so what are they talking about now?" Shi Yu said casually.

"Hmm~ Although I don't know very well..." Megumi thought about it and said, "But it should be that Kato-kun's ball speed was faster just now."

"That, Kato-san..."

"What's up?"

"Are you familiar with Kato-kun?"

"Uh, after all, they are classmates, I don't think they are unfamiliar, right?"

"I'm not talking about that kind of familiarity." Shi Yu looked at the other side's face, and her lips lightly parted: "Then... do you trust him?"

"Huh? Trust Kato-kun? Why?" Hui turned around,

There are no flaws in the eyes.

The two looked at each other.

After a long time, Shi Yu took his eyes back and said nothing.

The atmosphere suddenly quieted down.

Looking at Shi Yu like this, Megumi said aloud, "However, I didn't expect senior sister to know Kato-kun, I feel a little surprised."

"I don't think I've done anything to surprise you."

"Well, after all, Kasumigaoka-senpai is like a legend among her younger siblings, and I've only heard rumors..."

While the two were chatting.

"boom--!"

There was a crisp blow from the training ground, and the ball was hit by the bat and flew high.

"Oh--!"

The audience exclaimed.

"Is it a home run?"

"I don't know, it's still flying..."

Eventually, the baseball lands in the center field area of ​​the field.

"Ah, it's an in-bounds ball."

"pity."

Although he hit the ball, Ishikawa's face was not very good-looking.

By now, he is quite sure: the ball thrown by Kato Yusuke is definitely 140kh, or even more.

It's still the non-standard posture, but the ball speed has reached the professional level.

That is to say, the other party is almost close to himself based on his physical fitness.

"No, not yet" Ishikawa shook his head, took a deep breath, and his eyes became firm again.

At least my best record is 150kh! There are still three balls, let him see it later!

While he was thinking about this, a boy from the baseball club suddenly ran up to the referee and handed him an instrument that looked like a code scanner.

Then ran back to the audience.

Glancing at the object in the referee's hand, Ishikawa recognized at a glance that it was the instrument that the team usually uses to measure the speed of the ball.

Seeing this, his eyes moved involuntarily, but he didn't say anything.

So the game continued.

Looking at Ishikawa's serious expression, Kato Yusuke, who was standing on the pitching base, twitched the corner of his mouth slightly, with mockery in his eyes.

With everyone watching, the teenager stepped on the plate with one foot.

Raise your hand, swing your arm.

The muscles of the forearm swelled in an instant.

Ishikawa swings the bat.

"boom--!"

The catcher grunted and the baseball fell into the glove.

"Drip! 151kh!"

The referee's pupils opened slightly, "A good shot!"

The field was suddenly quiet.

The catcher folded his hand, flicked the glove, and then endured the pain and threw the ball back to the teenager.

Glancing at Ishikawa, who was a little lost, a flash of pleasure flashed in the eyes of the catcher.

Kato Yusuke took the baseball and waited quietly.

It wasn't until a while later that Ishikawa reacted.

"Mr. Hirakawa..." He looked at the referee behind him, with some hope in his eyes.

The referee slowly shook his head at him and did not speak.

The darkness swallowed the hope in an instant.

"Ishikawa-senpai." The young man on the pitch board asked Yoyo, "Do you want to continue?"

Ishikawa clenched his back molars and shouted loudly, "It's just a ball, don't be proud of me over there! First grader!"

"Come again!" He adjusted his posture.

Kato Yusuke nodded and said good.

So to the second ball.

The teenager put his fingers on the side of the ball, close to the line.

Still in the same posture, Yusuke raised his hand and waved his arm.

A rapid burst of air came.

'Too, too soon! ’ Without even having time to react, the catcher just instinctively raised his hand.

"Snapped--!"

"His..." With the sound of leather tearing, the baseball pierced the glove.

The usually tough calfskin gloves were as crisp as a piece of paper at this time.

"Gu...!"

Looking at the hole at the top of the glove, the catcher swallowed hard.

'This is hitting the hand...'

He didn't dare to think about it.

The audience off the field was confused.

"What's wrong? Didn't catch it?"

"It seems so...?"

"Hey~~ this is too weak."

Just when everyone was talking about it.

"Two strikes!" The referee's pronouncement was long overdue.

Glancing at the value on the speedometer, Mr. Hirakawa, the referee, murmured, "Ball speed, 160kh."

"Stop, stop lying! It's impossible!" Ishikawa's face was a little distorted, and then he turned to Kato Yusuke and shouted, "Come again!!"

In response to him, it was still a simple good word.

The teenager raised his hand, signaling the catcher to throw another ball.

The catcher's heart jumped.

"Teach, coach..." The catcher spread out his gloves, and through the broken hole, he could clearly see his palm.

Hirakawa-sensei's eyelids twitched twice.

First he looked at the boy on the pitching board, and then at Ishikawa in the strike zone.

He said to the catcher: "Give me the protective gear and bring me a new pair of gloves. I'll take the ball."

After five minutes.

The positions of the referee and catcher are reversed.

The former squatted behind home plate in full gear, and the latter squatted behind the former with a speedometer.

Kato Yusuke's gaze turned to the auditorium, passing over unfamiliar or familiar faces, and finally paused on a quiet face.

The picture of the opponent helping him to block the ball appeared in front of him, and he was speechless for a while.

Then looked back.

The teenager stepped on the plate twice and found a comfortable position.

Immediately after.

Yusuke raised his hand above his head and raised one leg.

A deep breath.

The teenager stepped on his feet and raised his arms, his front and back hands drew a line, and then he threw the ball vigorously.

Like a cannonball.

The baseball sped away toward the catcher.

At first glance, it is still a small circular dot, but it is rapidly magnifying in the eyes at the speed of each frame.

A sense of crisis suddenly rose in my heart.

Beneath the mask, Ishikawa-sensei only felt an oppressive force blowing towards his face, and cold sweat could not help oozing out of his forehead.

In nearly 20 years of teaching, it was the first time he felt this kind of pressure from a student.

But with his rich prediction experience, he still stopped the gloves at a certain position in advance.

All that's left is to wait for baseball to start.

only……

"Hit me--!!"

Ishikawa's roar came from his ears.

It was followed by two dull sounds that sounded at the same time.

"boom--!"

"Crack...!"

As if struck by some kind of weight, the bat started to burst from a certain point.

Among the flying sawdust, I saw the baseball, under the force of the reaction, suddenly flew in the direction it came from.

There was an exclamation from the field.

"Hit, hit—!"

"It's too strong!!"

"Go on! Ishikawa-senpai——!!"

Without stopping for the cheers of the people, baseball goes straight ahead. And on the route that baseball has to go through... it's that tall boy.

"Idiot! Get out of the way!!"

"Hey—! Kato—!!"

"I'm going to hit—!!"

People reminded loudly one after another, and some timid girls even closed their eyes instinctively.

Hirakawa-sensei, whose eyes were splitting, couldn't help standing up from the spot, and stretched out a hand to the boy feebly.

Ishikawa, who was slumped on the ground, also looked at the motionless boy with a confused expression on his face.

And in the next second...

"Snapped----!"

The crisp voice overwhelmed the voices of the audience.

The high-speed spinning baseball stopped abruptly and landed in a white palm.

Nuoda's training ground was as quiet as snow.

In the dazzling sunshine, the young man was at this moment.

...

(P.s. piercing gloves and smashing bats are scenes that happened in lb, so don't say I'm exaggerating...)

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