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

Since he has spoken, there must be a way.

"Kitahara-san is very strong."

Ayanokouji Kiyotaka was also asked by his father to learn baseball, and he understood how difficult it was to pitch at 166 km/h.

At least he couldn't do it.

"But there is only one Kitahara-san."

His gaze was fixed on Kitahara Tsutomu.

On the field, Kitahara Takashi waved to the catcher, signaling him to throw the ball over.

"If we meet Kitahara Takashi in the quarterfinals, we will definitely lose."

"But what if we meet in the finals?"

Under the desperate gaze of his opponent, Kitahara Takashi once again put the white ball into his glove.

"So what if we meet in the finals?"

Horikita Suzune was a little confused, and also a little unconvinced.

It's just a matter of sequence.

"His arms will be the first to take the brunt of it."

217

Chapter 217 The last time!

“Beep! Beep~”

When the referee blew the whistle to end the game, the air raid alarm sounded and Aoba led Osaka Toin 3:0.

It was not easy for Qingye to win this game.

The one-sided sweep that Kitahara Takashi had imagined, like cutting melons and vegetables, did not happen.

Until the eighth game, the score between Aoba and Osaka Toin remained at 0:0.

It is true that Kitahara Takashi is very strong, but Osaka Toin's pitchers are equally strong.

The opponent may not have the same speed as Kitahara Takashi, but he is very experienced and has many variations in the ball path. The curve ball with tricky angles makes it difficult for Aoba to hit the ball, and he is unable to score even though he has the advantage.

Even if Kitahara Takashi strikes out all the batters in each inning, Aoba's offense cannot get going and he won't be able to score any points.

This also led to the fact that neither Aoba nor Osaka Toin could do anything to the other until the eighth game.

The pitcher of Osaka Toin doesn't have to be better than Kitahara Takashi, he just has to be better than Kitahara Takashi's teammates.

This is also the reason why the game was slow to score.

In the end, the victory was achieved by slowing down the opponent's ball speed and being the first to be unable to withstand Qingye.

It was so hard to win.

Even though Aoba won, the Aoba baseball team was almost devastated.

Everyone's face was covered in sweat, and even their eyes could not hide the fatigue.

Especially Kitahara Takashi.

After nine and a half innings, his hand was almost broken.

My right arm felt like it was losing sensation, and I couldn't even move my fingers.

The reason why Kitahara Takashi was able to overcome all obstacles was his unmatched ball speed.

If he wants to throw the ball at a speed beyond human limits, he needs strong explosive power.

Muscle explosiveness is related to fast-twitch muscle fibers. As long as the muscles work, lactic acid will of course be produced, but it takes time to break down lactic acid.

Kitahara Takashi's pitching posture is very open and he habitually lifts his left leg high before each pitch. This can indeed increase the power of the pitch, but it also puts a considerable burden on the waist and hip joints.

When you are full of energy, you can still ensure that your body will not be injured. However, if you perform the same action frequently in a short period of time, your body will sooner or later become tired and your movements will become distorted, which will greatly increase the probability of injury.

In the Koshien stadium that represents glory and dreams, there have been cases where a team relied on one pitcher to conquer the world, but ended up making the pitcher useless.

Kitahara Takashi is not unaware of this risk, but Aoba Private High School's bench lacks depth.

The relief pitcher-catcher combination can still hold its own in ordinary games, but if they face a team at the level of the Koshien main draw, they are basically doomed to be beaten.

Even though he knew there were risks, he had to continue investing.

"Oh my God, incredible, incredible!"

"After every pitch, Kitahara's pitches were all at over 165 km/h!"

The female commentator has lost her mind.

Then, the male commentator roared out everyone's thoughts:

"monster!"

Osaka Toin is definitely at the final level.

But even so, Kitahara Takashi still suppressed the entire opponent's batting line by himself.

Osaka Toin batted a complete batting line from first to ninth, but was shaved bald by Kitahara Takashi.

Today, Kitahara Takashi has become a dark cloud hanging over Koshien.

All team coaches were thinking about how to defeat this monster.

Mai Sakurajima, a guest nearby, remained calm. She smiled and congratulated, "Let us congratulate Kitahara for leading Aoba to a successful promotion and reaching the quarterfinals once again."

Baseball legend Osaka Toin returned home, ending their summer early.

Under the coach's loud scolding, Yuta Kamiezu returned to the team in a daze, organized the team, and bowed to the audience.

When the two sides lined up and shook hands to express their gratitude, Kitahara Takashi did not extend his hand.

Because he was worried that if he stretched out his hand, the person on the other side would see his hand trembling uncontrollably.

Kitahara Takashi had no habit of exposing his weaknesses to others, so he turned around and left, appearing so arrogant and rude.

But no one dared to stop him, and no one said anything bad about him.

Because everyone is almost getting used to Kitahara Takashi's arrogance.

I can only say that the "personality" that Kitahara Takashi established at the beginning was too good.

That’s right, from the very beginning, Kitahara Takashi was establishing his own "personality".

He knew better than anyone how much controversy and criticism establishing this kind of persona would bring to himself, but he did it anyway.

Since being scolded has become an established fact, why not make a bigger fuss?

Kitahara Takashi chose the approach that attracted the most traffic and caused the most controversy.

It is precisely because of the previous preparations that whatever Kitahara Takashi does at this moment seems so reasonable.

Not to mention the audience, even coach Kensuke Amaya has gotten used to it.

*

Kitahara Tsutomu, who was calm and composed just now outside, squatted down with his hands covering his right arm as soon as he returned to the locker room, looking painful, and gasping for breath.

Great power does not come without a price.

If you only pitch like this for one inning, your arm will at most hurt a little.

But in today's game alone, Kitahara Takashi shot more than 30 balls.

Now the joints in his right arm hurt terribly when he moved them, and the entire arm rubbed against each other like misaligned gears. Each part felt strange and out of place, as if the arm growing on his shoulder belonged to someone else.

knock knock!

Kitahara Takashi was leaning against the locker room door. When he heard someone knocking on the door and knew that some teammates had already returned, he immediately changed his expression and opened the locker room door with a relaxed look.

But his appearance in person surprised him greatly.

Kitahara Takashi looked at Kamikawa Nari: "Why are you here?"

"Apply medicine to you."

Nari Kamikawa patted the small medical bag on her back.

"I can do it myself."

"Why not? My hand is not broken."

Kamikawa Nari glanced at him, then suddenly reached out and grabbed Kitahara Tsuyoshi's arm.

Kitahara Tsutomu's face wrinkled in pain, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.

"I didn't even try hard. Do you think you can still do it yourself now?"

Nari Kamikawa looked directly into Kitahara Takashi's eyes with a stern and beautiful look.

"I just twisted my hand a little when I was pitching."

Kitahara Takashi turned his gaze away and spoke in a calm tone.

"Get in!"

Nari Kamikawa pushed Takashi Kitahara into the locker room, then went in herself and locked him up behind her back.

"Take off your clothes, forget it, let me do it."

Just as Kamikawa Nari was about to help Kitahara Takashi take off his clothes, Kitahara Takashi hurriedly said, "My arm is not broken, I can do it myself."

Kamikawa Nari just glanced at him and said nothing.

She took out the blood-dissolving spray from her medical bag, waited for Kitahara Takashi to take off his clothes, exposing the right half of his body, and sprayed his elbows, shoulders, wrists, middle finger joints, etc., then carefully wrapped an ice pack and a physical cooling patch around his right arm.

Her technique was meticulous and her treatment was steady, just like a real doctor.

"Fortunately, it's just a ligament contusion and a slight inflammation of the joint caused by cumulative damage."

After a careful inspection, Nari Kamikawa felt relieved.

What Kitahara Takashi is experiencing now is caused by movements beyond the range of joint motion, which is very common in people who engage in heavy physical labor or sports.

"How come I didn't know you could treat patients?"

Kitahara Tsutomu looked at the ice pack wrapped around his hand and said.

"That's because you never paid attention to me. Your eyes were always on those bitches outside."

There was a hint of dissatisfaction in Kamikawa Nari's tone.

"I have reasons why I have to do this."

It is impossible for Kitahara Takashi to tell anyone about the system.

He was ready to take this secret into his grave.

This is the most he could tell Kamikawa Narii.

"I can see it."

Kamikawa Narii squatted in front of Kitahara Takashi and put his palm against her face.

"lie."

You've seen it all, and you're still jealous?

Kamikawa Nari raised her delicate little face, staring at Kitahara Takashi without flinching and saying, "I understand that you only use them. Perhaps you feel a little guilty, but not much."

"I know everything you're thinking."

"But I still can't help but feel jealous."

"because I like you."

The girl spoke frankly, and the figure of Kitahara Tsutomu was clearly reflected in her eyes.

The girl's fiery and sincere eyes directly invaded Kitahara Takashi.

Beiyuan Zun's eyes flashed: "I don't really understand why you have to be so obsessed with me."

"How can you explain how you like something like this?"

"Just the first time I saw you, I wanted to be with you."