Reborn In Tokyo After Picking Up Sayu Who Ran Away From Home

   Chapter 159 Batter

   The so-called strike zone refers to the area above the home plate from the batter’s knee to the chest, and is also the area where the batter is most likely to hit.

   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 was neat and tidy.

   With a "pop", the baseball fell into the catcher's mitt.

   "A good shot!" the referee shouted.

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

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

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

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

The catcher on the side of    glanced at him and threw the ball back.

   Kato Yusuke catches the ball thrown back by the catcher.

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

   Seeing that the opponent was ready, the boy raised his arms and threw the baseball out again.

  Ishikawa swings.

"boom!"

  The baseball fell into the glove and made a dull sound.

   The catcher took out the baseball from 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 in his mouth: "140km/h?"

   Ka Ka Ka Ka Ka Ka -

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

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

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

   "Just call me senior, 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, I'm a classmate, I don't think I'm unfamiliar, right?"

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

   "Huh? Trust Kato-kun? Why?" Megumi turned around, and there was no flaw in her eyes.

   The two looked at each other.

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

  The atmosphere suddenly became quiet.

   Looking at Shi Yu like this, Megumi said aloud: "However, I didn't expect that senpai would know Kato-kun, I'm 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.

   Now, he is quite sure: the ball thrown by Kato Yusuke is definitely 140km/h, or even above.

   is still in a non-standard posture, but the ball speed has reached the professional level.

   In other words, the opponent 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 150km/h! There are still three balls, let him see it later!

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

   then ran back to the auditorium.

   glanced at the object in the referee's hand, and 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 boy stepped on the plate with one foot.

   Raise your hand and swing your arms.

   The muscles of the forearm bulge in an instant.

  Ishikawa swings his bat.

"boom-!"

   The catcher grunted and the baseball fell into the glove.

   "Drip! 151km/h!"

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

  The field was suddenly quiet.

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

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

   Kato Yusuke took the baseball and waited quietly.

   It took a while for Ishikawa to react.

   "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.

  Darkness swallowed up hope in an instant.

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

  Ishikawa clenched his back molars and shouted loudly at the other side: "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 ok.

   So to the second ball.

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

   Still in the same position as before, Yusuke raised his hand and waved his arm.

   A hurried sound of breaking through the air came.

  ‘Too, too fast! ’ 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 are now as brittle as a piece of paper.

   "Goo...!"

   Looking at the hole at the top of the glove, the catcher swallowed with difficulty.

  'This is hitting the hand...'

   He didn't dare to think about it.

   And the audience off the field was confused.

   "What's wrong? Didn't catch it?"

   "It seems like...?"

   "Hmm~ this is too weak."

   Just when everyone was talking about it.

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

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

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

  's response to him is still a simple good word.

   The boy 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 the catcher are reversed.

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

   Kato Yusuke looked towards 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 away.

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

   followed.

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

   Take a deep breath.

  The boy stepped on his feet and raised his arms, his front and back hands were drawn into a line, and then he threw the ball hard.

   is like a cannonball.

  The baseball sped toward the catcher.

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

   A sense of crisis suddenly rose in my heart.

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

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

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

  The rest is waiting for baseball to start.

only…

   "Hit me—!"

   Ishikawa's roar came from his ears.

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

"boom-!"

   "Click...!"

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

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

   There was an exclamation from off the field.

   "Hit, hit—!"

   "It's too strong!"

   "Go on! Ishikawa-senpai—!"

   didn't stop for the cheers, the baseball went 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, 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.

  Nuo Da's training ground was as quiet as snow.

   In the dazzling sunshine, the boy should be at this moment.

  …

   (P.s. piercing the glove and smashing the bat are scenes that happened in mlb, so don’t say I’m exaggerating…)

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