11.The Trump Card

"It's finally you!"

　　"Watch us blow you up! Arrogant first grader!"

　　"Hmph, even if you cry bitterly on the mound, we won't let you go off the mound easily!"

　　The moment they saw Satorou Furuya walking on the pitcher's mound, the second and third graders suddenly became more emotional! Unlike Alejandro performance in the first half of the game that stimulated them, Satorou Furuya really stimulated those seniors in the second and third grades at the dinner yesterday. . .

Well, there's another Eijun who owes something, well, basically the anger of the seniors in the second and third grades comes from these three people, eh? You say another one? Of course it was Alejandro, although he didn't grovel like Eijun and Furuya, it's natural! Well, it was a stupid and cute performance, but that calmness, and even almost hit Tanba ball to a home run (false), made those seniors in the second and third grades want to teach him a lesson. . .

I don't know how the script will go, whether it is the strong inertia of the original work, or because of the extra bugs caused by his appearance, Alejandro himself is very curious, if there is any accident, Alejandro will not be surprised. . .

　　However, it seems that, um, the possibility of accidents may be somewhat low. . . perhaps. . . Alejandro thought slightly.

Furuya stood on the mound, with that indifferent look and a stranger's expression, the first-year catcher who originally wanted to go to the mound to discuss with Furuya about the distribution of the ball immediately gave up on his own ideas up. . .

　　That way, I feel like I don't want to be the type to discuss well. My heart has been shattered by the seniors of the second and third grades. It doesn't matter anyway. Forget it, let it be like this. . .

The little catcher thought about it helplessly, and then squatted down in the squatting catchment area, alas, come on as you like, end this boring red-white battle as soon as possible, I don't want to continue anymore, the first-year catcher was thinking dimly. . .

　　"Start!" After taking a cold look at Satorou Furuya and the catcher, Supervisor Kataoka shook his head invisibly, and said coldly, after all, in this freshman class, Supervisor Kataoka can see In fact, as far as the present is concerned, there are only three people in his eyes. . .

For the rest, we can only look at it again. After all, those who have just come to high school from junior high school, who can adapt immediately and become combat power, almost do not exist. Those who are hit badly at the beginning are normal reactions. However, it seems that some of them performed too badly. . . .

　　Standing on the pitcher's mound, Furuya stared straight at the senior on the strike zone with a flat gaze, without showing the slightest expression, and exhaled slightly.

At the moment Supervisor Kataoka's words fell, his expression became stern. It seemed that at that moment, the momentum was all condensed together, and something called momentum bloomed in both eyes! Cold and coercive feeling!

　　He stepped out in big strides, and swung his right hand violently!

　　"Whoosh!"

　　I saw something gushing out like a blue shock wave! With a ferocious look, it roared and shot towards the assailant!

The existence that seemed to devour everything, the hitter was shocked at that moment, and he didn't seem to move at all. For a moment of stupefaction, the ball leaped out of the hitter's hitting range.

　　"Bang!", as if hitting something, there was a violent noise!

　　"Supervisor!"

　　"Are you okay! Supervisor!"

Satorou Furuya ball roared like a wild beast, and it arrived in an instant, and neither the catcher nor the hitter had time to react. The fast pitch, from low to high trajectory, knocked the protective mask of Supervisor Kataoka, who was acting as the referee, into the air. . .

　　The second and third graders next to him immediately surrounded him, and some of them even stared at Furuya with vicious eyes!

　　"Haha!" But to the surprise of these people, Director Kataoka laughed instead, a smile appeared on his stern face for the first time.

"Satorou Furuya! You have passed! You will start training in the First Army tomorrow! You don't have to continue this game!" Director Kataoka's words were like a bolt from the blue, shocking everyone present!

　　"Supervisor! Please let the game continue!" The third-year senior in the strike zone was stunned in an instant. He also hoped to beat Furuya so that he would know what high school baseball is, but Supervisor Kataoka deny this. . .

No one in the first grade can catch his ball!" Supervisor Kataoka's words were cold, causing the faces of the first grade catchers beside him and the catchers on the bench area to change, and they suddenly became sad, unable to catch the ball. The pitcher's ball, which is the biggest blow to the catcher, may be an important factor in questioning their status as a catcher.

　　"In this way, Miyuki-senpai can catch my ball!" As if it was real, everyone around could feel a blue flame burning from Furuya body!

That fiery will! Looking fiercely at Miyuki not far away, Miyuki looked at Furuya's provocative eyes, smiled indifferently, and shrugged his shoulders, Miyuki completely saw through the character of that kid Furuya at last night's dinner, he was just a A child who stays naturally. . .

　　Hmm, but it's quite interesting, this year's first grade, Miyuki covered his mouth and secretly snickered, like a thief who stole some treasure. . .

　　"Pitcher exchange!"

　　"Get out! Switch offense and defense!"

In that round, after Furuya was off the court, the score was fixed at 9 points, but it didn't break 10 points. This surprised Alejandro. It really was a goal that changed the momentum and flow. . . .

　　It's an exaggeration. . . Alejandro stroked his chin and thought

　　The attacking posture of the seniors in the second and third grades seemed to be restrained by that ball. Alejandro in his previous life really didn't believe in this dreamy situation, how could he change his momentum with one ball? Well, the reality is in front of us, and there is no room for Alejandro disbelief.

"Sure enough, this kid really has the potential to become an ace!" Alejandro looked at Furuya who was packing up on the bench, thinking with admiration, the natural fastball is the perfect talent bestowed by heaven!

I'm really envious, Alejandro thought with some emotion, no wonder Supervisor Kataoka valued Furuya so much later, even though Supervisor Kataoka, who was originally inclined towards Eijun emotionally, chose to focus on cultivating Furuya in the end. . . .

　　However, this is not Alejandro ideal trump card, nor is it the trump card he recognizes, even though Furuya in his previous life has reached an inhuman level. . .

　　but!

"Hey, you're leaving?" The first grade next to him looked at Furuya who was about to leave after packing up, and asked with some doubts. Although the supervisor let him go, the game is not over yet, so he left?

　　"Well, there's no point in the game." Furuya said lightly, then packed his luggage and left.

"Also, Alejandro, you can end now." Supervisor Kataoka's cold words sounded at this time, making Alejandro, who was thinking about the next defense and attack, slightly stunned, and raised his head in surprise to look at the other side. Kataoka in the distance, although Supervisor Kataoka has already said about the red and white battle. . .

In order to give every first-year student a chance, basically everyone only has the chance to play in two or three rounds, and he already had a hunch, but Alejandro was still a little unwilling to be replaced like this. . .

　　But I'm not reconciled and can't change anything, so I can only end up, right? . . Alejandro clenched his fists tightly, and there seemed to be an impulse in his heart that he was very unwilling to end.

　　Everyone was not surprised. Director Kataoka had already mentioned this rhythm of substitutions before, but what Kataoka said next surprised everyone again. . . .