Tens of thousands of fans packed into Jingu Stadium held their breath as the white baseball soared through the sky—
sailing over the outfield and landing squarely in the stands.
The ball bounced once, and then the crowd surged.
Fans in the outfield seats leapt to their feet, scrambling for the souvenir.
"Wait... the outfield stands are open?!"
It was only then that so people realized—even the outfield seats were filled today.
That alone showed just how massive this ga had beco.
Among the roar, Seidou fans exploded in celebration.
"Ho run!!!"
In the batter's box, Azuma Kiyokuni stood tall, full of swagger.
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He just watched the ball disappear into the distance.
Then, finally, he laughed, dropped the bat, and trotted forward.
anwhile, on the field...
The Inashiro Industrial players were frozen in shock.
"Did that really go out?"
"How the hell did he do that?"
They had studied Seidou's cleanup hitter carefully—over and over.
But clearly, their understanding had been deeply flawed.
The man who had just crushed that ho run?
He wasn't just strong—he was the top slugger in all of Tokyo.
Only after the ball cleared the fence did Inashiro's players snap out of it.
"That guy..."
"He's on a completely different level!"
The Seidou dugout was pure chaos.
Their players cheered with abandon.
Their fans scread like they'd already won the ga.
The ga wasn't even halfway through.
But from their perspective, the lead they had now felt insurmountable.
Zhou Hao, who had been waiting at second base, rounded third and stepped on ho plate.
"Safe!"
That made it 2–0, Seidou.
Seconds later, Azuma Kiyokuni completed his trot around the bases and crossed ho as well.
"Safe!"
Now it was 3–0.
Even when Seidou was just up by one run earlier, they had looked fired up—like they already had the upper hand.
Inashiro hadn't rolled over, of course.
As the kings of West Tokyo, they fought tooth and nail.
But no matter how hard they tried, the montum was slipping further away.
In recent years, Inashiro Industrial had been a juggernaut.
Whenever Seidou won against them, it was always a tight, hard-fought battle—sotis even relying on luck.
But this?
This was different.
Seidou now held a clear and dominant lead.
Even the Seidou fans could sense it.
"We're going to the finals."
The opponent may be the perennial champions of West Tokyo, but today?
Seidou was in charge.
One out. No one on base.
The top of the fourth still wasn't over.
Seidou's offense continued.
Next up: Shimohei, Chris, and Yoshida—all capable hitters.
Inashiro's players weren't the only ones feeling the heat.
Even the players from other top schools in the stands were overwheld.
"Is this… Seidou's offense?"
They weren't even on the field, yet the pressure felt crushing.
As if the air itself was thinner in the stadium.
So joked—half-seriously—that if they were on the mound right now,
they'd want to quit the sport on the spot.
And those thoughts weren't coming from nobodies.
Ichidai Third High School—another West Tokyo powerhouse—was in the stands.
They had already faced Seidou once this year.
They knew Zhou Hao was an elite talent.
But they had never expected this.
Adding him into Seidou's core had created a whole new beast.
This team… didn't even look like the Seidou they knew.
"Good thing we didn't have to face them again."
That thought quietly crossed the minds of several Ichidai players.
And for a top-tier team like them?
That was nothing short of an admission of fear.
Jingu Stadium was now a madhouse.
Azuma's two-run blast had flipped the ga's montum on its head.
Inashiro scrambled to regroup.
They threw everything they had at Shimoi—tricky pitches, strategic shifts—just to get one out.
Two down.
Next ca Chris.
"Ping!"
Chris, calm and analytical as always, had already read Yuki's pitching rhythm.
He cracked the ball into the outfield.
"Another hit!"
The Seidou fans, still high from the ho run, exploded again.
Chris hustled to second.
"Safe!"
Two outs. Runner on second.
Then ca Yoshida—the forr number two batter.
He was no slouch either.
"Hit it out!"
"Crush Inashiro!"
The fans were on their feet again.
If Seidou could squeeze in just one more run here?
This ga might be as good as over.
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