Top of the sixth inning—
The ga was already completely one-sided. The Hachioji High School baseball team's offense had beco aningless under the overwhelming pitching of Seidou's super rookie, Zhou Hao.
Everyone watching understood it clearly now:
Hachioji had no chance to score.
That ant only one thing—the outco of the ga was already decided.
Still, the players from Hachioji couldn't help feeling deeply frustrated.
They had trained so hard for this mont, fighting all the way here, just one step away from setting a new school record.
And now?
This was the end.
That crushing sense of defeat nearly broke them.
It was then that their ace pitcher, Yamamoto Nakata, stood up.
Without a word at first, Yamamoto turned and bowed deeply to his teammates and coaches.
"I'm sorry, everyone."
His sudden apology left the team stunned.
Even though they were being suppressed on the field, none of this was Yamamoto's fault.
In fact, if not for him, they would've been blown out long before this.
He had fought hard, bearing the weight of the entire ga on his shoulders.
They could complain about the result. But blaming him?
Never.
"I made a promise… I said I wouldn't let them score. But look where we are now."
His clenched fists turned white from how tightly he squeezed them—his nails digging into his palms.
"Today, I realized just how powerless I really am. I might give up more runs in the next innings—maybe even a lot of them..."
His voice trembled slightly. He was choking up.
"But even so, I have a request. Please keep fighting with until the end. Even if we can't win, I want to make sure that those guys from Seidou don't get to enjoy it."
That last bit ignited sothing in the team.
Their crushed morale flared back to life.
Right! Why should they go down quietly?
So what if Seidou was a powerhouse?
They were still just high schoolers too.
Why should they be afraid?
"Let's fight them to the end!"
"Who says Seidou's players are better than us?!"
Their fighting spirit reignited.
anwhile, Seidou's dugout fell quiet.
"How the hell are they still standing up after that beating?" one of the players muttered.
Chris turned to them, calm as ever.
"It doesn't matter what the opponent does. Our job is simple—end this ga."
Even though Zhou Hao had already gotten a scolding from Coach Kataoka for showing off, that didn't change the reality of the ga.
"Since we've used our secret weapon, we're not backing off now. Let's finish this with overwhelming strength—send a ssage."
And that ssage wasn't just for Hachioji.
It was for City Third and Inashiro Industrial—the two giants watching from the stands.
The real war was just beginning.
"Yes, sir!"
Chris stepped into the batter's box.
Yamamoto's pitch ca flying in.
Chris didn't hesitate—
Ping!
He connected. Clean and sharp.
He could feel Yamamoto's lingering power behind the pitch—it still carried force despite the innings piling up.
A testant to Yamamoto's grit and willpower.
But Chris wasn't called a genius catcher for nothing. This was already his third ti at bat. With his incredible mory and analytical ability, he'd completely figured out Yamamoto's pitching sequence.
If you already knew the test answers, why worry about the exam?
The ball soared toward the outfield.
By the ti Hachioji's fielders got it back, Chris was already standing on second base.
No outs. Runner on second.
In the stands, a beautiful reporter shaded by a sunhat smiled as she spoke:
"Now it begins… Seidou High's top-tier offense, the strongest in the nation."
To be honest, that power had already been on full display in the previous inning.
If not for Hachioji's brilliant double plays, the ga would've blown wide open then.
Now, the feast was just continuing.
Few teams nationwide could maintain such consistent and explosive hitting throughout a ga.
Seidou was one of those rare few.
Even their lower-order batters could trigger a storm.
Next to bat was none other than—
Zhou Hao.
He had already drawn national attention for his high batting average.
And now, after stunning the audience with his spiral pitch, all eyes were once again on him.
The fans of Seidou stared as if their gaze could burn holes in his back.
Their hopes were sky-high.
Zhou Hao did not disappoint.
He stepped into the batter's box, eyes sharp, calm, and composed.
And then—he activated his Sharingan.
With the Sharingan and his constant in-ga analysis, Zhou Hao could already read the pitch almost the instant Yamamoto moved his arm.
He didn't need a brain like Chris. He had eyes that could see it all.
The baseball whistled toward him.
Zhou Hao gripped the bat tighter, his red pupils locking in.
"Now!"
As the ball closed in, Zhou Hao stepped forward and unleashed his full swing.
Ping!
A crisp, beautiful sound echoed through the stadium.
The ball flew straight up—an incredibly high and far hit!
It wasn't a ho run, but it soared more than seventy to eighty ters into deep outfield.
The Hachioji outfielders were caught completely off guard.
By the ti they recovered and chased it down—
Chris had already scored.
Zhou Hao?
He had made it safely to second base.
"Seidou scores again! Their fourth run is in!"
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