Tokyo Rebirth: Start From Picking Up Sayu

"Take...kill..."

Yamaguchi stopped and rushed forward, dumbfounded.

Takei, who was a little slower, nodded his head vigorously, "That's amazing! Don't give the batter a chance to hit base at all."

The conversation between the two broke the silence off the field, and the students began to discuss in a hurry.

"Is that a pick-up just now? It's definitely a pick-up!?"

"It's too strong!!"

"Ah! And it even broke the bat, how strong is it??"

"What a monster!"

"What was the speed of the ball just now... what was it?" Teacher Hirakawa turned his head and asked.

The dark-skinned former catcher said with difficulty: "1...165km/h..."

Hearing this, Hirakawa's expression instantly became dazed.

"Q: How many Japanese professional baseball pitchers have a ball speed of over 160?"

"A: There are only ten people."

And what about 165? The answer is no.

This is a record for the speed of a Japanese high school, and it is also a top-level pitcher in MLB.

"Jaziyuan..." Mr. Hirakawa murmured in a voice that only he could hear, his eyes glowing with radiance.

The camera department off the field is still shooting.

Facing everyone's gaze, Yusuke Kato, who was on the pitcher mound, walked quietly in front of Ishikawa.

"Exchange," said the boy, looking down at Ishikawa.

There was no joy or complacency in the sound, there was just peace.

It seemed that he didn't take the results just now to heart at all.

Ishikawa's eyes moved, his dilated pupils were instantly focused, and he looked at Kato Yusuke with a complicated expression.

After a long time, he got up from the ground and walked towards the pitcher mound without saying a word.

When passing by, he also said, "The bat... find it yourself."

To this,

The teenager just smiled, then raised his arms and waved towards the audience.

After a while, Yamaguchi Takashi ran over with a black helmet and a bat.

This is the signal that the two agreed.

Giving the equipment to Kato Yusuke, Yamaguchi seemed to have a lot to say. However, after looking at the catcher and referee on the side, he didn't say anything in the end.

He just told the teenager: "Be careful, don't use it."

There seems to be reluctance in his eyes.

Seeing this, Kato Yusuke couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"Don't worry, I'll try to be careful."

After a pause, he continued: "If it breaks, I will pay you a new one."

"Hey, that's why I can't say it's bad!" The opponent made a one-handed chop and complained: "That was the first home run bat in my life! You bastard."

After thinking for a while, Yamaguchi said hesitantly: "...Forget it, you can use whatever equipment you want, but don't lose!"

After saying that, he turned and left immediately.

Looking at the polished metal bat in his hand, Kato Yusuke just whispered.

"Ok, I know."

Then he stood on the strike zone, posing the same stance as Ishikawa just now.

Unlike when he pitched the ball, this time Yusuke used his left hand to exert force.

Seeing this, Hirakawa-sensei's eyes flashed, but he didn't speak.

So the game started again.

...

"A good shot!"

"Die, the speed of the ball is 143km/h."

"Two strikes!"

"Die, the speed of the ball is 145km/h."

"Three strikes!"

"Die, the speed of the ball is 147km/h."

It was a bit unexpected, when the two changed positions on offense and defense. As if to avenge the revenge of the arrow just now, Ishikawa immediately returned the color to Kato Yusuke.

He threw three balls in a row, and each ball fell into the catcher's glove accurately, without giving the opponent a chance, and every hit was missed.

Slider, curve, and finger ball alternated, each with a high quality finish.

Not only did he directly give the opponent a slap in the face, but also made the doubts on the field much quieter.

Looking at the boy's somewhat puzzled expression, his confidence began to recover bit by bit in his heart.

There was no choice to compete with Kato Yusuke for speed, and the types of balls Ishikawa used showed a clear arc before entering base.

It makes Yusuke sometimes feel that he is aiming for the hitting position, but the trajectory of the baseball often changes suddenly at a certain moment.

And that's what caused him to miss out.

"The movement of baseball will change due to different grips. Don't worry, try to observe the ball path carefully." Hirakawa-sensei, who was squatting on the ground, reminded Asahi in his tone.

Attitude is very good.

Kato Yusuke nodded slowly, his eyes thoughtful.

So the boy adjusted his posture, stared straight ahead, and began to carefully observe the opponent's shot.

Unfortunately……

"A good shot!"

"Di, the ball speed is 149km/h!"

"Two strikes!"

"Die, the ball speed is 150km/h!"

Another two swings.

There was a burst of admiration off the field.

"As expected of Ishikawa-senpai, the pitcher position is completely different!"

"It turns out that the ball can change like that, it's amazing~"

"You can't hit like that!"

While a few people are having a heated discussion...

"Bah-!"

A heavy sound suddenly sounded from the audience.

"Come on, Kato-san--!"

However, the four-person team of the baseball club found two small trumpets from nowhere, and they were cheering for Kato Yusuke on the field while blowing the horns, which caused everyone to cover their ears for a while.

In an instant, the students' support for Ishikawa was suppressed.

"What are you doing all of a sudden!"

"It's noisy!"

In the face of each other's complaints, the group of four responded unceremoniously.

"Long-winded, if you are dissatisfied, you can also find props yourself!"

at this time--

"boom--!"

It was accompanied by a dull sound that vibrated the eardrum.

"Beautiful!" the referee shouted.

Under the blue sky, a white dot quickly crossed the sky and came out into the distance.

First the infield, then the outfield, and finally flying off the high outfield fence.

The crowd was silent at first, and then a surprising sound suddenly erupted.

"All, it's a home run—!" Someone couldn't help standing up and said.

When the most exciting moment in baseball appeared in front of them, everyone who witnessed this scene cried out with excitement.

On the field, Mr. Hirakawa also patted the back of the boy who hit the blow hard to show his appreciation.

But they don't know that this is just the beginning.

...

"boom--!"

"boom--!"

It's still a familiar voice, it's still a familiar taste.

Another two home runs!

"Beautiful!!" Hirakawa-sensei's voice trembled with excitement, and his face was covered with excited red tides.

Spectator seats, inside the fence, outside the fence.

Many people involuntarily stood up from their seats and looked at this scene with shock.

"Ah ah ah ah ah--!"

There was a tsunami, and people started chanting that person's name!

Even at a temperature of 29 degrees, it still can't stop people's enthusiasm.

"Home run! Triple home run!!"

"Liar, lie, lie! I can't believe it!"

"One more goal! Can we continue!!?"

The enthusiasm seemed to be hotter than the sun.

In such a situation, until the last ball.

On the mound, Ishikawa's vision began to blur.

The summer wind is inhaled into the nose and burns the lungs constantly.

Like a broken bellows, he kept panting heavily.

The soreness in the arm and the pain in the lower back were all paralyzed at this time.

Sweat soaked his clothes as if they had been soaked in water.

But Ishikawa just stared at the figure in the distance with bloodshot eyes.

'Can't fall here! 'He couldn't help but think so.

Holding the baseball tightly in his hand, Ishikawa licked his chapped lips, then closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

So the world became quiet again.

The images of the past flashed in his mind like a revolving lantern. From the first time he touched the baseball, flowers and applause had always surrounded him.

His fingers rubbed the surface of the baseball, carefully feeling the touch.

"I...is a genius, a genius who has never failed."—he told himself.

Ishikawa put his fingers on the side of the ball, holding the baseball in an X shape with his four fingers.

On the last ball, he intends to use his best finger to stick the ball.

When the ball is thrown, it produces a spinning effect similar to a bullet.

Open your eyes sharply.

Raise your hands and legs! Throwing the ball!

"Drip! 152—"

"boom--!!"

"Kakakakakakakaka!"

The black metal bat hits the baseball, which instantly turns into an oblate shape and is recorded by the camera.

The white baseball turned into a small dot and disappeared into the sky!

"Two swords, four consecutive!" Teacher Hirakawa's eyes widened, "It's awesome!"

Kato Yusuke: ? ? ?

The world seemed to stop.

Then suddenly a violent roar broke out.

"what--!!!"

"Another home run!!!"

Ishikawa sat down weakly on the ground and let out a miserable smile.

Kato Yusuke put down his bat and raised his hand to make a fist.

"Kato-san——!!!"

At this moment, whether they knew him or not, everyone cheered for him spontaneously.

The campus of Nova University was shrouded in a person's name.

"Good job! Kato!"

"Big Brother Kato!"

Familiar people shouted and cheered and ran towards the figure on the field.

The mangosteen brothers strangled the boy's neck, while the other punched the boy's head with their fists, making trouble.

Kako laughed aside, and the group of four surrounded them.

The boys are shocked, the girls are bright

In the crowd, Xin Tiaoxiang looked at this scene with some complexity, and there seemed to be envy in his eyes.

"It's really dazzling." Senior Sister Shi Yu whispered to herself, with starlight rippling in her eyes, but she didn't step forward.

Hui Ze asked, "Well, senpai, aren't you going?"

Staring at the young man on the field, Shi Yu shook his head and said, "He's already eye-catching enough, I'd better not cause him any trouble."

After speaking, he turned around and left.

Kei's eyes flickered slightly as he watched the back of the other party leaving.

And from this, I understand the feelings of senior sister to Yusuke, if I don't like someone, how can I care about these details.

After an unknown period of time, the training ground suddenly became quiet.

"Kato-san."

A clear voice sounded from behind, plucking the girl's heartstrings.

In a blink of an eye, I saw that the boy who was talking about just now appeared in front of her.

The wrinkled shirt, the ends of the hair wet with sweat, and the trouser legs were also stained with a lot of dust, which looked a bit sloppy.

But the smile on his face was still gentle.

Behind him was the silent Ishikawa.

Seeing this scene, the girl's quiet eyes suddenly widened a little.

"That, Kato-kun..."

Before she could finish her sentence.

"I'm really sorry! Please forgive me for what happened this morning!" Ishikawa's voice resounded through the playground.