Diamond no Ace: My Sharingan

"Boom!"

Inashiro's cleanup hitter, the fourth batter, stepped into the box with a fiery presence.

His body language screamed confidence—ready to crush anything that crossed the plate.

If the ball dared to challenge him, he'd knock it out of the stadium.

But that's not what happened.

As the pitch barreled toward the plate, it dropped ever so slightly—not much, but just enough to slip past his swing.

"Smack!"

"Strike!"

Behind the plate, Chris's face was flushed—not from nerves, but from adrenaline.

He felt the weight of Zhou Hao's pitches firsthand. They weren't just fast—they were heavier, tighter, and sharper than ever before.

Even the Spiral Ball had evolved.

It wasn't just perception. The ball speed, the spin—it had taken a leap forward.

And Inashiro's batters? Despite being top-tier athletes, possibly trained against pitching machines replicating this exact motion...

They still couldn't touch him.

Even their cleanup hitter looked overwhelmed.

Zhou Hao fired again, showing zero hesitation.

The fourth batter adjusted—this time, lowering his swing angle, anticipating the dip.

But Zhou's pitch cut to the inside corner.

"Smack!"

"Strike!"

Before the batter could even regroup—

"Smack!"

"Strike three!"

Strikeout.

He stood frozen. Eyes wide. Bat still mid-air.

What just happened...?

He had no idea.

"Three up, three strikeouts!"

Seidou fans had seen Zhou Hao do this before.

But today wasn't just any game.

This was against Inashiro Industrial—their fiercest rival, the wall that had blocked their path to Koshien time and time again.

Against Inashiro, every pitch, every strikeout meant something.

And Zhou Hao had just carved through the heart of their lineup.

Next up: the fifth batter.

He stepped in knowing he probably wouldn't win this at-bat.

But if he could just make contact... even a foul tip would be a moral victory.

"Just touch it... even if I'm out. Don't let him dominate."

Zhou Hao delivered his pitch.

The motion looked ordinary—like something out of a textbook.

But the moment the ball left his fingers, it transformed.

To the batter, it didn't look like a ball. It looked like a white bullet.

It screamed past his eyes.

"Smack!"

"Strike!"

Second pitch. Same result.

He couldn't react in time.

Third pitch—he finally swung, desperate to land any kind of hit.

But—

"Smack!"

"Strike three!"

Another strikeout.

Seidou's fans exploded.

"Four in a row!"

They couldn't contain themselves anymore.

They were watching a freshman dismantle the team that had haunted them for years.

In the Inashiro dugout, faces were pale.

This wasn't just about baseball now.

This was about pride.

They had spent hours prepping for Zhou Hao. Analyzing his spin, his timing, his spiral motion.

Yet now, they couldn't even touch the ball.

And this was coming from a first-year?

The shame was unbearable.

Now came the sixth batter.

He stepped into the box, teeth clenched, eyes burning.

"Even if I don't get a hit—I have to hit the ball!"

He felt the weight of all his teammates on his back.

But across the field, Zhou Hao stood tall.

Unshaken.

"Boom!"

The pitch came.

The batter didn't wait. He swung immediately.

"Smack!"

"Strike!"

Just once... let me hit it!

He bit down hard, eyes red with frustration.

Another pitch.

Another desperate swing.

"Smack!"

"Strike!"

Third pitch. He went for broke.

"Smack!"

"Strike three!"

Strikeout. Again.

"FIVE IN A ROW!"

The Seidou section of the stadium erupted.

Momentum was boiling over.

Zhou Hao had done the unthinkable—he struck out five straight batters against Inashiro, the West Tokyo champions.

A freshman.

A secret weapon.

A monster on the mound.

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