The scores of both sides are the same.

At this time, the game entered the ninth inning.

Ikegami Makoto never imagined that it would turn out like this.

Obviously, after learning that Narumi Amakusa was too involved in Koshien this time and his arm had been damaged, and coupled with his accurate [touch ball], he should have ended the game long ago.

Obviously this final is my battle to become famous.

Why!

Why is this guy still at the venue?

Obviously your arm can no longer throw such a fast ball, aren't you worried about losing?

Why do your teammates still let you play? Don't they think about your future?

If you do this, you will never be able to play baseball!

Ikegami Makoto's eyes were fixed on [Amakusa Narumi] who stepped onto the pitcher's mound.

Izumi Toru moved his arms.

I've done enough acting. It's enough to get 0 hits from the opponent and then score one point myself.

Moreover, it would be a pity if Narumi's inhuman talent could not be displayed in front of the audience.

Therefore, let me help Narumi realize his dream.

As for whether someone will suspect that their friend has superpowers and whether they will investigate, that is something the Igarashi family should consider.

Izumi Toru clenched the ball in his hand and threw it with all his strength.

Whoosh!

Bang!

The ball dropped into the glove with a thunderous crash.

Ikegami Makoto stood up suddenly.

The ball speed captured by the radar is 162km/h!

How can it be!

The exclamations from the audience reached his ears, and the corners of Izumi Tetsu's mouth raised slightly.

That's it!

What Narumi wants is a voice like this!

Bang!

161km/h.

Bang!

159km/h.

The batter didn't swing the bat.

He had been beaten down by the monster-like Amakusa Narumi and lost all courage.

Is he really a high school student?

It must be a monster... it must be a monster...

How can someone still persist until now after being injured, and how can he still shoot such a ball?

What can't be won, what can't be won...

Izumi Toru didn't know what he was doing was causing a potential future professional baseball player to give up baseball, but even if he knew, he wouldn't care.

When you see a high mountain, you don't want to climb it, but want to retreat. This kind of person has no value in observation.

The second batter came on, and Toru Izumi looked at Makoto Ikegami, who had not yet appeared.

Ikegami Makoto was staring at him, eyes burning with fire.

Izumi Toru looked away.

Very good, let me extinguish the fire in your eyes.

He tightened his grip on the ball and grinned at the batter.

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

161km/h!

160km/h!

160km/h!

strike out.

Chi Shangcheng walked up slowly.

Izumi Toru thought for a while, put his index and middle fingers on both sides of the ball, and held the ball with his other fingers.

Then, he deliberately waved this look in front of Ikegami Makoto.

Chi Shang Cheng's face froze.

What does he mean?

Are you humiliating me by telling me what pitch to throw?

No, that's not right!

Perhaps, he just wanted me to think that he was humiliating me so that he could trick me into giving up.

Haha, I really belong to you.

But, I saw through your plan!

Ikegami Makoto clenched the bat with both hands, his body slumped, and his eyes were fixed on [Amakusa Narumi]'s hand hidden behind his back.

This time, it must be his best straight shot.

Whoosh!

coming!

Makoto Ikegami swung the bat hard.

call!

Bang!

The ball promptly dropped into the catcher's glove.

Ikegami Yu was stunned for a moment as he waved empty.

How, how could...

This guy is not lying to me?!

Izumi Toru looked at Ikegami Makoto's somewhat blank gaze and thought to himself: The more careful your mind is, the more you think.

Next, guess what, will I actually throw a crossball?

He once again made the same gesture of holding the ball as before.

Ikegami Makoto broke into cold sweat.

This time, it's...

No, that's not right!

A straight ball, a straight ball!

Whoosh!

call!

Bang!

The sound of the ball piercing the air, the sound of the bat swinging, and the sound of the ball falling into the catcher's glove sounded almost simultaneously.

"strike! (good shot)"

This time, it's still a fork ball.

Izumi Tetsu suddenly thought that his current approach was not Narumi's style at all.

This made him frown.

[A real man must go straight and win with just a quickball!]

Thinking of this, Izumi Toru made up his mind.
To be continued...