v2 Chapter 61： : The prototype of level 4

"Next ball, quirk ball ~ change!"

Before you know it, everyone's practice has stopped, and everyone is staring at Sawamura and Matsumoto.

Vaguely, they sensed something was about to happen.

Miyuki Kazuya, who was next to him, was not in the mood to care about others at this moment, but stared at Sawamura, who was concentrating on pitching, and gave instructions one after another.

He wants to help Sawamura Eijun to find that feeling as soon as possible.

Sawamura Eijun cast before, of course, is not a wrist-pressing throw, but the most authentic quirk ball ~ change.

Because Sawamura Eijun doesn't need to change any pitching posture, just simply changing the method of holding the ball can make various changes in baseball.

So strictly speaking, all his change **** are evolved from the quirk ball change.

Just like now, Sawamura Eijun has discovered another more interesting ball path.

Is this ball path effective? What will the final result be?

They didn't know anything about this, but that still couldn't stop him and Miyuki Kazuya's enthusiasm.

At the same time, there is no way to stop the enthusiasm of the friends.

There are a few people around, and now they have no intention to do the previous exercises. They stared intently at Sawamura Eijun, looking forward to witnessing the development of a new change ball by the great demon king Sawamura Eijun.

"Whoosh!"

The white ball was like a sharp white light that instantly traveled a distance of more than ten meters and appeared in front of Matsumoto.

"Snapped!"

This quirk ball change, which other rookies had been extremely difficult to pick up, became extremely easy from Matsumoto's hands.

He easily dunked the ball with his glove!

"I go!"

This scene stunned several catchers who were watching.

They really didn't expect that it would end up like this.

Without considering other factors, simply talking about the technique of catching the ball, now Matsumoto Jun has obviously surpassed Yui Kaoru and Okumura Kosuke.

Yui smoked his eyes on Ono strangely.

"What kind of **** can Ono-senpai catch?"

This sounded like a silly question, but Ono quickly understood what he meant.

Yui Kaoru is asking himself, receiving the ball of Eijun Sawamura and the ball of Akatsuki Fukutani.

To what extent have they been received?

"I'm really ashamed to say it! Like Akatsuki Fukugu, it's a little better. There is no problem with the straight ball and the vertical slide. But the cross ball is different, and I'm not 100% sure that I can catch it."

As for Sawamura.

Saying that, Ono glanced at Sawamura Eijun's direction with complicated eyes.

Thinking of Sawamura Eijun's pitching, he was also ashamed.

"There is no problem with the **** of level one or two. For the changing **** of level three, I can probably catch seven or eight out of ten."

Level three!

"Sawamura-senpai, how many kinds of **** are there?"

"Actually, there aren't many of them. Most of the straight **** he developed are grade one straight **** and ordinary quirky balls. On top of this, the quirk ball changes and the changing **** with a clear path should be considered grade two. As for grade three Up to now, Eijun Sawamura has only mastered only three kinds of **** of change."

Ono said nothing there, but he didn't want the surrounding friends to be stunned.

They couldn't even catch Sawamura Eijun's level 2 change ball before.

One can imagine how terrifying the level three change ball is?

And such a terrifying ball, Sawamura Eijun actually mastered three kinds.

"I saw Eijun Sawamura playing straight **** all the time. I thought Eijun Sawamura had quietly changed his pitching style. Now it seems like I'm overthinking it."

Yui smoked a wry smile.

"I can't think about it too much. There are many reasons why Sawamura changed his style. The two most important ones are that Eijun Sawamura wants to hone his straight ball more sharply, and the other One is an opponent worthy of his all-out effort, fewer and fewer."

The opponent is hard to find, and the heights are too cold.

Looking at the figure of pitcher Yau Kamizawa Eijun, the hearts of the younger brothers were beyond shock.

No, still no!

Sawamura threw a dozen shots in a row, but he still couldn't find his previous state. In desperation, he could only shake his head at Miyuki.

There is no point in continuing in this way. Why don't you change your mind?

Miyuki also nodded at Sawamura, then turned to Matsumoto and said.

"Before you and Sawamura were partners, but until now, you haven't really taken over Sawamura Eijun's pitch for a year, right?"

Matsumoto, who was concentrating on catching the ball in the catcher position, raised his head strangely when he heard the words, and looked at Miyuki for unknown reasons.

Miyuki smiled secretly, nodded at him and said.

"The difficulty of the next pitching will increase several times, and it has far exceeded the level of middle school students. You have to be prepared, little brother!"

Pitcher Yakami Sawamura Eijun raised his right foot high and slashed it out like a battle axe.

As his weight shifted, his arms waved like whips.

"Whoosh!"

Without any warning, the white ball just appeared!

coming!

Matsumoto, who was in the catcher position at this moment, felt that the time in front of him had slowed down.

Although Sawamura Eijun's pitching speed is fast, he can still see clearly.

Here it is, right now.

He watched helplessly as the white ball flew over, and then took the initiative to stretch out his gloves.

Although the ball was sharper than he imagined, he was still confident that he could catch the ball steadily.

bring it on!

The moment the gloves stretched out, Jun Matsumoto's pupils suddenly widened.

impossible!

The small white ball that was about to fall into his glove suddenly turned.

The magnitude of the turning is so large and the angle is sharper than ever before.

Fortunately, the position he is standing now is the catcher. If he is standing on the strike zone at this time, he will not be able to keep up with the changes in baseball.

stop!

At this moment, Matsumoto Jun's mind was blank, and his body moved mechanically.

The gloved hand expanded outwards involuntarily, clearly determined to block the ball no matter what.

But easier said than done?

The sharp angle of the white ball is unimaginable by Matsumoto Jun.

As the baseball approached his glove, it wiped his glove and flew away.

"Snapped!"

The baseball slammed **** the net behind it, and a burst of net flowers bounced off.

The few elementary school brothers who were watching were stunned.

Yui smoked muttered.

"This is the legendary level three change ball."

His murmur was heard by Ono next to him, and Ono nodded.

"That's right, it was just one of Sawamura Eijun's tiebreaker, and one of the three level three change balls."

"It's called Carter Ball, change it!"

Not to mention anything else, the name alone sounds high-end and atmospheric.

"Okay, kid, it's time for a replacement."

Matsumoto was dumbfounded, motionless.

At this time, Miyuki took the initiative to stand up and took over from Matsumoto Jun.

"Pitching at this level is a little early for you, leave it to me!"

Matsumoto Jun stood up and gave up his seat to Miyuki.

In his mind, the words Miyuki had said before kept popping up.

At this level, it's still too early for him.

In fact, he has never seen a ball of this level.

Before, he thought that the fork ball that fell down the valley was definitely not under the strongest change ball of the boss.

He believes that the sudden sinking of nearly 160 kilometers is absolutely beyond the reach of ordinary people.

Even their eldest brother, although he looks omnipotent, is an ordinary person after all. I'm afraid there is no way for the boss to surpass Akatsuki Yuguya's fork ball.

When he just came to this conclusion, Matsumoto Jun's heart was still very calm.

As Sawamura Eijun said before, those who can make it to the end on the baseball field are not necessarily those geniuses.

Only those who are talented and know how to work hard can reach the end.

Even if the eldest is not as talented as Akatsuki, Matsumoto Jun is still willing to believe that their eldest will definitely surpass Akatsuki in the future.

Because Sawamura Eijun himself is a talented person who knows how to work hard.

But after receiving the previous goal of Sawamura Eijun, Matsumoto Jun's thinking changed dramatically.

Now he is 100% sure that their boss's highest-level change ball will definitely surpass the fork ball of Akatsuki.

"As expected of the boss, you are truly omnipotent!"

The partners changed from Yui Kaori, Okumura, Matsumoto, and finally Miyuki Kazuya.

Sawamura Eijun felt that every cell in his body was being impacted by his soul.

At this moment, a gust of cool wind blew in the direction of the back of his head.

Suddenly, he was enlightened.

He finally remembered how he made that shot when he was partnered with Okumura before?

coming!

There was no verbal communication, when Sawamura Eijun understood the ball.

Miyuki immediately felt that the ball was coming.

Without making him wait too much, the white ball really flew out.

Sawamura Eijun's five fingers squeezed the baseball slightly, letting the small white ball leave his palm.

Then he raised his foot high and stepped out fiercely.

The moment his body's center of gravity shifted, Sawamura Eijun seemed to have suddenly released it, and the small white ball in his hand flew out with a swoosh.

"Whoosh!"

The moment the white ball was shot, he crouched in the catcher's position, waiting for the ball, Miyuki suddenly felt his eyes lit up.

Come, this time for real.

Although I haven't seen the change in the white ball, Miyuki already has this feeling.

After the white ball flew out, he stretched out his glove, ready to catch the ball.

I don't want that white ball to disappear!

It really disappeared before Miyuki's eyes!

how can that be?

Even if the pitcher can deceive the batter's sight, it is absolutely impossible to deceive the catcher.

After all, the catcher is facing the mound.

At this moment, Sawamura Eijun turned the impossible into a possibility.

"It's done!"

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