Diamond no Ace: My Sharingan

"Home run!!!"

Miyuki Kazuya sent the baseball soaring cleanly into the outfield stands, adding yet another home run to Seido's tally.

The score instantly changed from 6-0 to 8-0.

The coach of Mishimon High School wasn't young anymore, but he had always given people the impression of a bright and optimistic big brother.

Now, however, facing Seido's merciless offensive barrage, that cheerful smile had completely disappeared.

His head drooped.

He looked like a wilted eggplant.

Meanwhile, the substitute players in Mishimon's dugout shut their eyes in frustration.

Others might not understand, but they knew exactly how strong their new Ace was.

That was why the scene unfolding before them felt so unbelievable.

How could this happen?

How had things reached this point?

No matter how much they thought about it, they couldn't understand.

Even if Seido was a national powerhouse, they had never imagined their Ace would be pushed into such a desperate situation.

Yet reality was right in front of them.

With two outs, Seido had exploded for seven runs in a single inning.

Their offense could no longer be described as merely powerful.

It was monstrous.

"People say that comparing people makes you despair."

"Watching Mishimon play against Seido really makes you understand what that means."

The fans in the stands couldn't help but sigh.

From their perspective, such thoughts were perfectly natural.

Were Mishimon's players weak?

Not at all.

Whether judging by their previous tournament performances or by what they had shown on the field today, Mishimon was clearly a strong team.

The problem wasn't them.

The problem was that their opponent was simply too strong.

Seido High School was a true national powerhouse.

Whenever they stepped onto the field, they displayed a level of dominance that few teams could match.

Just like now.

Their offense surged forward like an unstoppable tidal wave, swallowing everything in its path.

The coach of Mishimon High School could only swallow his bitterness in silence.

The game continued.

Fortunately for Mishimon, Seido's explosive rally finally came to an end in the second inning.

No additional runs were scored.

In the bottom of the second, Mishimon came up to bat.

Waiting for them on the mound was Furuya Satoru.

BOOM!

The baseball tore through the air with a deafening roar.

The batters of Mishimon couldn't react at all.

All they could do was watch helplessly as the ball flashed past them.

Smack!

"Strike!"

Smack!

"Strike!"

Smack!

"Strike!"

"Strikeout!"

"Strikeout!"

"Strikeout!"

"Three outs! Side retired!"

Before they even had time to settle into the batter's box, Mishimon's lineup had already been sent back to the dugout.

One after another, their batters fell victim to Furuya's overwhelming fastball.

The experience left them with a strange feeling.

Was the boy standing on the mound really just a first-year?

From their perspective, he looked nothing like a freshman.

The players of Mishimon were only one step away from a complete mental collapse.

The game moved into the top of the third inning.

The Seido players remained full of energy.

Even though the score already stood at 8-0 and victory seemed all but secured, nobody on Seido had any intention of slowing down.

Their bats remained raised high.

Their goal was simple.

Keep hitting.

Keep scoring.

Mishimon's new Ace was finally removed from the game.

The boy who had spent three years perfecting his submarine delivery still wanted to continue pitching.

His unwillingness was obvious.

Unfortunately, neither his coach nor his teammates could allow him to remain on the mound any longer.

The score was already 8-0.

That alone had reached the limit of what Mishimon could endure.

Allowing more runs would only make things worse.

As soon as the third inning began, however, Mishimon's coach immediately regretted the pitching change.

Leading off the inning, Furuya Satoru stepped into the batter's box.

Then—

THWACK!

The baseball exploded off his bat.

The white ball climbed high into the sky before disappearing into the outfield stands.

"Home run!"

"Congratulations to Seido High School! Their third home run of the game!"

"The score is now 9-0!"

The crowd erupted.

Everyone had already seen how terrifying Furuya was on the mound.

A fastball exceeding 150 kilometers per hour.

Whenever he pitched, the result was usually overwhelming domination.

That alone had left a deep impression on the spectators.

What nobody expected was that his batting ability would be just as frightening.

He had casually launched a home run.

The players of Mishimon weren't weak.

Even their original Ace possessed considerable talent.

Otherwise, they never would have made it this far in the tournament.

Yet in front of Furuya, all of that seemed insignificant.

This first-year monster was simply absurdly strong.

The baseball he threw seemed capable of crushing everything in its path.

And now, standing in the batter's box, he looked every bit as dangerous as Seido's core cleanup hitters.

"Three home runs."

"Two from second-years and one from a first-year."

"I have to admit, Seido's recruiting over the last two years has been incredible."

Online discussions about Seido's rapid rise had become increasingly common.

Many people believed the team's success was largely due to the extraordinary talent they had recruited.

Not only had they found players who fit the team perfectly—

they had recruited some of the strongest young players in the country.

As a result, Seido's performance on the field had become dazzling.

Watching from the dugout, even Seido's third-year seniors couldn't help having mixed feelings.

Originally, they had believed that although the first and second-years were outstanding—especially Zhou Hao—the third-years would remain the foundation of the team.

Even they had to admit that Zhou Hao had become Seido's absolute centerpiece.

His position within the team was unquestionable.

Still, the third-years hoped they could continue serving as the pillars supporting everyone else.

And in many ways, that was true.

The current Seido lineup was built upon the experience and stability of its veteran players.

The younger players had flourished because of that support.

Yet now, those same juniors were shining even brighter than the seniors.

Not only did they no longer need protection—

they were helping carry the team themselves.

This was the strength of Seido High School.

During the top of the third inning, the third-year veterans and the outstanding first and second-years joined forces in a devastating offensive explosion.

By the time the inning finally ended, Seido had scored eleven more runs.

The scoreboard now read:

19-0.

The reporters in the stands stared blankly at the field.

Just one inning earlier, the score had been 0-0.

And now...

the game had become an outright massacre.

This meant that Seido High School had piled up a staggering 19 runs in just two innings.

Whether it was Mishimon's hidden Ace or their original Ace, neither of them had been able to accomplish much against Seido's lineup.

Both had been thoroughly overwhelmed.

Once again, Seido High School displayed its terrifying strength before everyone present.

The title of "National Powerhouse" wasn't just a reputation—it was a symbol of dominance.

A team like this wasn't supposed to lose.

And once they unleashed their offensive firepower, all their opponents could do was watch.

The bottom of the third inning began.

As usual, Furuya Satoru took the mound.

The first-year pitcher continued to showcase his frightening velocity.

The lower-order batters of Mishimon immediately realized something the moment they saw his pitches.

With their current level of ability, there was simply no way they could hit a ball like that.

"Strike!"

"Strike!"

"Strike!"

"Strikeout!"

"Strikeout!"

"And another strikeout!"

Despite giving everything they had, Mishimon's batters couldn't even make contact.

All they could do was watch helplessly as the baseball flashed past them again and again.

"Nine consecutive strikeouts!"

"This first-year is terrifying!"

"I've seen him pitch before, but he looks even stronger now."

"Compared to the Spring Tournament, his velocity has definitely improved."

"It's not just the velocity. His control has gotten much better too."

"They say Seido struggled to develop elite pitchers for several years."

"That's why their results during that period were disappointing."

"But now that they've finally broken through..."

"Their pitching staff is terrifying."

"Calling them a pitching kingdom wouldn't be an exaggeration."

Every word reached the ears of Mishimon's coach.

Whether his hearing was naturally sharp or those spectators were speaking loudly on purpose, he couldn't tell.

What he did know was that he heard everything clearly.

And the clearer he heard it, the worse he felt.

Their team had finally discovered a talented Ace after years of searching.

Yet in front of Seido, that Ace seemed completely insignificant.

Meanwhile, Seido's so-called substitute pitcher was dominating the game.

And he was only a first-year.

"We can't keep going like this."

Mishimon's coach clenched his fist tightly.

"We still have a chance!"

At some point, Seido apparently decided they had scored enough.

Beginning in the fourth inning, they started rotating in substitutes.

Unfortunately for Mishimon, Seido's substitutes seemed even more eager to prove themselves.

Especially first-year Kominato Haruichi.

The young infielder drove in run after run, collecting two RBI hits in succession.

By the end of the fourth inning, the scoreboard had become almost unbelievable.

27–0.

Seido had scored another eight runs.

Part of that was due to their overwhelming strength.

Even Seido's reserve players possessed abilities that most teams could only envy.

The other reason was simpler.

Mishimon's original Ace had completely collapsed.

In fact, he fell apart even faster than their hidden Ace had.

The pressure was simply too much.

From the mound, Seido's batters looked less like high school players and more like a pack of hungry wolves.

The moment they spotted an opening, they attacked without hesitation.

It felt as if they wanted to devour their opponents whole.

No one understood that feeling better than Mishimon's pitchers.

After facing Seido's lineup directly, they finally understood what kind of monsters they were dealing with.

Even thinking back on it sent chills down their spines.

Mishimon's coach wilted once again.

Fortunately, he recovered quickly.

Then, in the bottom of the fourth inning, Seido made another pitching change.

Furuya Satoru left the mound.

Replacing him was another first-year.

Sawamura Eijun.

The moment he saw the substitution, Mishimon's coach's eyes lit up.

In his view, this was an opportunity.

A golden opportunity.

"They're getting arrogant!"

His voice rose with excitement.

"To send another rookie onto the mound at a time like this!"

"Even if we can't completely overturn the result, we have to make them understand something."

"We're not a team that can be looked down on."

"Not every first-year can handle us!"

Mishimon's players were already exhausted, both physically and mentally.

But hearing their coach's words reignited the fire inside them.

"Let's do it!"

"We're not going down without a fight!"

Their leadoff batter stepped into the box.

Then he immediately noticed something strange.

He couldn't see the pitcher's release point.

At all.

"How is that possible?"

Because the release point was hidden, the baseball seemed much faster than it actually was.

Before the batter could react—

SMACK!

The ball was already in the catcher's mitt.

"Strike!"

SMACK!

"Strike!"

SMACK!

"Strike!"

"Strikeout!"

The Mishimon coach, who had been full of confidence moments earlier, froze on the spot.

His eyes widened in disbelief.

"How... how is this possible?"

Furuya Satoru had already been bad enough.

Now there was another one?

Were these really first-year players?

Or were they monsters disguised as freshmen?

With that question lingering in his mind, the game gradually came to an end.

The announcer's excited voice echoed throughout the stadium.

"Congratulations to Seido High School for claiming a dominant victory!"

"The final score is—"