Seventy ters away.
From that distance, even a player would look no bigger than a fingertip.
None of the players from Inashiro Industrial truly believed Zhou Hao could make an accurate throw to the catcher from that far out.
Even Seidou's own players and fans had given up hope.
They all expected the runner to score.
In the stands, the Seidou supporters winced.
So couldn't bear to look and instinctively turned away.
"If I don't see it… maybe it won't happen."
They didn't want to witness their team losing the lead — not now, not like this.
anwhile, Inashiro's dugout and crowd were buzzing with excitent.
Sure, Seidou could theoretically stop them, but they felt this run was as good as scored.
And not just one run — they believed this would open the floodgates.
Second, third, even fourth runs would follow.
Montum had finally shifted.
Out in the field, Zhou Hao remained perfectly calm.
He had read the ball's trajectory the mont it left the bat.
He knew instantly: he wouldn't make the catch.
It wasn't a fly ball — it was a line drive.
His signature predictive ability only worked after seeing the hit — and only if it gave him ti to react.
A sharply hit liner like this one?
No ti to sprint there.
He wasn't a god. Just human — a gifted one.
So instead of rushing recklessly, Zhou Hao anticipated where the ball would bounce after it landed — and positioned himself accordingly.
It worked.
The ball bounced once.
Then landed straight into his glove.
At that exact mont, the runner from second still hadn't reached third base.
From Inashiro's third base coach's perspective, this was a guaranteed run.
But Zhou Hao?
He saw sothing else entirely.
A chance.
A chance to make the play — if he could throw the ball more than 70 ters on target.
And thanks to his Sharingan, even from that distance…
He could see Chris's glove as if it were inches away. New ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄhapters are published on novelFirｅ
That was all he needed.
"Kunai Straight Throwing Technique!"
He couldn't rely on brute strength — that had never been Zhou Hao's strength.
But with the precision of a kunai, he wound up and released.
Whoosh!
The ball rocketed from his hand like a bullet.
At first, Inashiro's players and fans just laughed it off.
"No way that makes it."
"He's too far!"
But that smile quickly faded from their faces…
Because that ball was moving — fast.
And accurately.
By the ti people even realized what was happening...
The white blur was already at ho plate.
Right in front of Chris.
"Dead center!"
"Perfectly on target!!"
Even Chris's eyes widened in disbelief.
"How…?"
Still, his reflexes kicked in.
He adjusted his glove, caught it clean.
Thwack!
The ball hit the mitt with full force — spent, but accurate.
"If I hadn't caught that, it would've bounced past ."
It was unbelievable.
Even for Chris.
Even for the Inashiro cleanup hitter, now rounding third and dashing ho.
He slowed — his jaw slackening as he saw the impossible:
Zhou Hao's throw, perfectly caught.
Chris didn't hesitate.
He turned and tagged the runner.
OUT!
"One out! Runner still on second base!"
It wasn't just an out — it was a mont.
The kind that silences entire stadiums.
A wave of awe rippled through Jingu Stadium.
Even the TV announcers were struggling for words.
"An… an i-incredible scene, folks!"
"That's a 70-ter throw—and not just distance. The accuracy… it's unheard of."
"This rookie outfielder, Zhou Hao… he's just beco a legend."
"Amaz— Amazing!!! What a young man!"
The fans, the benches, even the players — everyone was stunned.
Everyone but Zhou Hao.
He casually waved to the dugout, calm as ever.
Like he had just done sothing ordinary.
That's what made it feel even more unreal.
Whether deep in the outfield or center stage — Zhou Hao was always the focal point.
Even Inashiro had to admit it.
"This guy…"
"This first-year rookie…"
"He's unreal."
"He really can do anything…"
At that mont, Zhou Hao was the brightest star on the field.
The "omnipotent classmate."
The na no one would forget after this ga.
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