<30> The First Stage of 154 Kilometers!

Chapter 30: The First Stage of 154 Kilometers!

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"BOOMM!!"

The white baseball whistled through the air.

In the batter's box, the Yokohama Kohouku hitter felt like he was on a roller coaster, thrilling and terrifying at the same time.

Was it just his imagination? He couldn't shake the feeling that this pitch was even faster than the previous one.

"Thud!"

The baseball landed in the glove, and the crowd fell silent.

It seemed it wasn't just the batter's imagination. The fans in the stands, who had seen the previous pitch, were equally stunned.

"Oh my! That speed looks like something out of a video game."

"Does anyone know how fast that pitch was?"

"In such a big stadium, they don't even have a radar gun? Poor show!"

"Well, it's not that they don't have one; I heard it's broken and will take a few days to repair."

"Ugh! These crappy devices always fail when needed."

"Isn't there anybody with a radar gun here?"

This question seemed a bit redundant. With so many fans present, there was bound to be someone with a radar gun. However, despite the intense game, they hadn't been particularly interested in clocking the pitch speed until now.

Tanba's pitch speed, while not slow, wasn't particularly remarkable. As for Yokohama Kohouku's pitcher, he was a cunning pitcher skilled in varied pitches, reportedly mastering six types and switching seamlessly.

From the previous games, even the Seido High School Baseball team struggled against these pitchers. It wasn't that they didn't want to do something; they just couldn't.

The scores from the games showed this too. After seven innings, they only secured two runs.

Such a pitcher, teasing batters on the field, certainly made for a great spectacle. But trying to measure his pitch speed would have been unnecessary.

How fast could the speed of a pitcher with multiple pitch types really be? The answer was obvious.

It wasn't until now, when they witnessed Furuya's astonishing pitches, that they hurriedly activated their radar guns. But it took time.

And due to the distance, getting an accurate measurement required finding the right angle.

As a result, despite two pitches from Furuya, they still hadn't measured the exact speed. Faced with anxious urgings from their companions, they could only respond, "This guy's pitch is very fast!"

Hearing this made the fans roll their eyes. Such an obvious statement didn't need them to point it out.

Just by watching, everyone could tell that Furuya's pitch speed was something monstrous. Otherwise, how could the Yokohama Kohouku batter have failed to swing twice in a row?

In the dugout...

The Yokohama Kohouku coach could no longer maintain his previous composure. He stood up and shouted hoarsely at the batter on the field.

"Swing!"

Despite the astonishing performance of the Furuya, whose pitch speed felt overwhelming and difficult to counter, showing fear was not the Yokohama Kohouku way. No matter what, they had to swing the bat. Only by swinging could they have a chance to hit the ball.

"Whatever!"

Facing Furuya's final pitch, the batter gritted his teeth and swung the bat. He thought he was being aggressive enough, but his swing was still a split second too slow.

Before he could swing, the baseball pitched by Furuya had already zoomed through the strike zone.

"Pop!"

"Strike!"

"Strikeout!!!"

Three consecutive strikes, cleanly securing the first strikeout.

Furuya had just taken the field, and his performance electrified the entire stadium. His terrifying pitch speed and unparalleled presence on the mound captivated all the fans' attention.

At that moment, Furuya was the star of the show.

Meanwhile, the fans with radar guns had barely adjusted their angles and didn't have time to measure Furuya's true pitch speed.

The second batter from Yokohama Kohouku stepped up. As a key player for a prestigious team, he was undoubtedly one of the top players in terms of both skill and mentality. However, this time, as he stood in the batter's box, he seemed less confident.

This key player from the prestigious team was visibly shaken. To put it bluntly, Furuya's presence on the pitcher's mound had intimidated him.

"Already scared?"

This reaction from the opponent couldn't escape the notice of Miyuki. He squinted slightly, a playful smirk appearing on his lips. Partnering with Furuya might not give him much of an accomplishment feeling, but such terrifying pitch speed was truly daunting.

Even for a prestigious team like Yokohama Kohouku, the majority of their batters had no answer for Furuya's pitches.

In this situation, Miyuki hardly needed to call pitches; he just had to catch the ball in his glove. It felt no different from being a backstop.

Because of this, Miyuki's sense of accomplishment diminished significantly.

However, looking at it from another perspective, the batters from Yokohama Kohouku, their opponents, were the ones truly in a bind. Watching them struggle helplessly brought an unexpected sense of satisfaction to Miyuki.

"Come on!"

"As long as you pitch as you normally do, these guys won't be able to do anything against you!"

Seeing Miyuki's open glove, Furuya had no hesitation and threw another pitch.

"BOOMM!!"

The baseball flew out, just as menacing as before.

The batter, just stepping up to the plate, was faced with this terrifying pitch. For a moment, he wanted to shy away.

But with their coach and teammates watching intently from the dugout, if he chose to back down now, not only would his own conscience bother him, but he wouldn't be able to face his coach and teammates back at school.

"Damn it!"

The batter put all his strength into it, but still, his swing couldn't connect with the ball. He was just a bit too slow.

"Pop!"

"Strike!"

Catching the ball, Miyuki nodded in satisfaction. Just like that! This was the expected outcome in his view. The batter's confidence was shattered; how could he possibly hit the ball in this state?

However, what Miyuki didn't anticipate was that this seemingly ordinary pitch would create an uproar in the stands.

"What did you say? You must be joking!"

"How could I joke about something like this! Look for yourself..."

A fan with a radar gun showed his friend the reading he just recorded. It clearly documented the speed of Furuya Satoru's pitch: 154 kilometers per hour!

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