If he could shutout the current batter-their cleanup, who was currently glaring daggers at him from the batter's box-Seidō would win and advance to the nationals at Kōshien. The next batter had bunted, advancing the runner, and then the lineup had come back around to the leadoff batters who'd lived up to their name by hitting grounders and getting on base. Since taking over, he'd managed to shut out their lineup up until now, but due to a fielding error, a batter had managed to get on base. While Furuya had done his best, he'd started getting hit the second time around through the lineup, and after giving up two hits and then two walks in a row in the bottom of the 6th inning, Furuya had been switched out. Inashiro wasn't a national-level team for nothing, as shown by how far they'd pushed Seidō's pitchers. Two outs, but the bases were loaded with a full count. Bottom of the 9th, Seidō High leading 4-3. The crowd was screaming incomprehensibly the cheering squad was blowing their horns the band's trumpets were raised toward the sky as the brass sound clearly rang down to the mound. The heat had solidified and was so overwhelming, he could almost touch it. His shoulders heaving, a bead of sweat slowly made its way down the tip of his nose.
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