Didn’t you say you were just using me as a substitute?

Finally, there is Musashi Katsuda, the captain of the first team's baseball club.

He knew he was supposed to be on the coach's side.

But he wanted to win too much.

In this session, Aoba is definitely not the strongest team, but as long as this man is there, Aoba is the strongest and invincible team.

At least they have never lost to Kitahara Tsutomu.

"Kitahara!!"

"Kitahara! Kithara! Kithara!"

After Musashi Katsuda took the lead in expressing his opinion, other players also began to shout his name loudly.

They all need Kitahara Takashi!

Kensuke Amatani looked around and found dejectedly that this team no longer belonged to him. All those around him were Kitahara Takashi's people.

"Go back, coach."

Kitahara Takashi lowered his voice.

Kensuke Amatani was like an old lion defeated by a young lion king. He walked back to his seat dejectedly.

Kitahara Takashi felt a pang of pain in his heart when he saw this scene. He knew that Kensuke Amatani had asked him to come down for his own good.

For health reasons, he should also come down.

But he really doesn't want to lose.

He doesn't want to be a tragic hero.

From the moment he stepped onto the court and stood in the middle of it, he left no other options for himself except victory! Victory! Victory! Victory!

To be honest, he has come to this point not for Shota Otani, nor for anyone else, but simply because his obsessive competitive spirit does not allow him to lose.

"ball!"

Kitahara Takashi said to the catcher again.

This time the catcher didn't hesitate and threw the ball directly to Kitahara Takashi.

Seeing that Kitahara Takashi chose to fight, the referee didn't say much.

The Zhongjingda coach shouted to the players on the field: "He is already at the end of his strength. Hold on, the victory belongs to Zhongjingda!"

"Hi!"

The players of Chukyo University were shocked by Kitahara's determination, but they did not think they would lose.

They were all full of fighting spirit, staring at Beiyuan Zun with green light in their eyes.

Only such a great being is worthy of being their opponent.

The more powerful the demon king is, the more valuable the hero who defeats him will be.

There is nothing better than making a powerful enemy retreat in disgrace!

The third strongest batter of Chukyo University came on the field, his eyes full of confidence. He stood in the batter's box, holding up the bat and looking at Kitahara Takashi.

If it is a fast straight ball with a speed of less than 157 seconds per hour, he is confident that he can beat the opponent.

Kitahara Takashi moved his right arm and took a deep breath. This time he did not raise his hands high above his head. He squatted down and threw the ball out like skipping a ball on water.

The moment Kitahara Takashi swung his arm, the arm that had just been reconnected was dislocated again.

The coach of Zhongjing University smiled.

He expected this.

However, the next scene made his pupils tremble and he stood up suddenly.

It was seen that Kitahara Tsun's arm was clearly dislocated in the middle of the game, but after throwing the ball out, it was put back in place.

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Chapter 223: Meet in the finals!

"Ding, 162 km/h, a strike."

The referee's loud voice echoed in the empty stadium.

"This guy is a monster!"

The third runner, Zhongjingda, cursed.

Good news: Kitahara's ball speed has slowed down.

Bad news: He still can't get it.

"Was I dazzled just now? Did he dislocate his arm midway?"

"I saw it too."

"Where's the bug?"

“His pitching mechanics have changed, too.”

"It's exactly the same as the Beast Titan throwing a stone."

In the stadium stands, the audience was talking about it.

No one cared about Kitahara Takashi's declining pitch speed.

Even after his arm was dislocated, he was still able to maintain a ball speed of 162km/H. Many people suspected that Kitahara Takashi was an alien.

This time, everyone's attention was focused on Kitahara Tsutomu's right arm, which was swung out like a whip.

Through the slow-motion replay on the big screen, almost everyone saw that Kitahara Takashi's arm had been dislocated during the swing and was now repositioned.

If the big screen hadn't been replaying this scene, many people would have even suspected that they were dazzled.

"Suzuki-senpai, did Kitahara's arm just dislocate?"

Mai Sakurajima was also confused, so she asked former professional athlete Ichiro Suzuki.

"No doubt about it, it's dislocated."

At this time, all the cameras were focused on Kitahara Takashi, giving him a 360-degree close-up without any blind spots.

Through the close-up of the face given by the big screen, Ichiro Suzuki saw that the boy standing on the pitcher's mound was pale and bloodless.

Beads of sweat the size of beans hung between his brows, which were furrowed in pain.

The only thing that remained unchanged was the boy's straight back, which seemed unbreakable by anything, and his eyes that were extremely hungry for victory.

The last person he saw with such eyes was the one playing basketball, the one who had a helicopter accident, and the one with the determined eyes on the football field.

"In throwing events, the technical term for this move by athlete Kitahara is 'surpassing the equipment.'"

"This is actually just a reverse joint at a certain stage, using the rebound of the bones, joints and ligaments in addition to the body's own muscle power to accelerate the limb from the proximal to the distal end, creating a whipping action at an extremely high speed at the end."

Ichiro Suzuki patiently explained on behalf of Mai Sakurajima.

Of course, it is also for the audience to hear.

"That hurts, doesn't it?"

Mai Sakurajima couldn't help but say as she looked at Kitahara Takashi's facial features twisted in pain.

"Of course it hurts, it's like cutting your flesh with a knife, slicing through your muscles inch by inch.

Ichiro Suzuki never fought to the same extent as Takashi Kitahara.

However, as a pitcher, it is normal to have shoulder injuries, so I can personally understand the pain that Kitahara is feeling at this moment.

That’s why the pitching injury rate is so high.”

"For professional players, the probability of occupational diseases occurring is one thousand percent."

Sakurajima Mai blinked in confusion: "Ten per person?"

"Yes, that's right."

Suzuki Ichiro nodded slightly in agreement.

"From the beginning to the end, a professional player will suffer from at least a dozen occupational diseases, big and small, all over the body."

"Professional players have very short lifespans, and they really trade their health for maximum pay."

Ichiro Suzuki reveals the unknown secrets of professional players.

Behind the glamorous appearance of professional athletes are injuries that require them to endure late nights alone, repeated trips to the hospital for checkups, and repetitive recovery.

"does it worth?"

Sakurajima Mai's eyes flickered, revealing her incomprehension of why Kitahara Tsuyoshi was fighting with an injury.

"It was just a normal high school game."

Mai Sakurajima didn't understand why they had to fight to this extent.

A pitcher's livelihood depends on that arm.

If Kitahara Takashi continues to invest like this, he will be completely making a joke of his career future.

The fact that Takashi Kitahara can lead the team to the semi-finals has proven his strength.

Now that you have retired and are participating in a talent show after graduating from college, what do you have but fame, money, honor, and status?

Is this year's Koshien championship really that important?

“Isn’t this also the charm of competitive sports?”

Ichiro Suzuki would not do anything similar to Kitahara Takashi, but he could understand Kitahara Takashi.

"I hope he can take better care of himself."

Mai Sakurajima stared at the boy wearing a baseball cap on the court.

Suzuki Ichiro glanced at her.

The look in Mai Sakurajima's eyes at this moment was the admiration of a fan for her idol, just like the look her fans gave her.

*

"Strikeout, out!"

The referee waved his hand down vigorously.

"Damn it!"

Musashi Katsuda was dissatisfied with his performance, cursed himself, and then walked back to the bullpen dejectedly.

"It's time for overtime."

Ye Yingtong hugged her arms and tapped her arms with her index finger in frustration.

In baseball, if the scores of both teams are tied after 9 innings, the game will go into extra innings. Extra innings are also divided into two halves.

After each half, the team with the higher score wins.

If the game is still tied after the extra innings, the next extra inning will be played until the winner is determined. This is similar to overtime in basketball.

The score between Aoba and Nakakyo University is still 0:0.

No one let the other score first.

"Respect..."

Kamikawa Nari didn't say anything, but looked worriedly at Kitahara Takashi, who covered his face with a towel to prevent others from seeing his facial expression.

*

"Kitahara, I'm sorry, I..."

Musashi Katsuda lowered his head in shame, somewhat afraid to approach Kitahara Takashi.

"If nine innings doesn't work, try ten."

Kitahara Tsutomu pulled off the towel on his face and threw it to the ground with a fierce look in his eyes.

"If ten rounds don't work, then eleven. If you block my arm, I can't kill them."

Although his arm was in excruciating pain at the moment, Kitahara Takashi didn't believe that the three pitchers from Chukyo University would be in much better condition.