Curse Shirou

Zenyuan Shier, 25 years old, doesn't matter where he lives, married and widowed, living a very happy life recently.

No, it should be said that it is a bit sexual‖Fu too much!

Thanks to a certain heretic priest, after a night of breath-holding training, even with the strongest heavenly and cursed body‖, Zenyuan Shier began to feel a little bit too much.

This is still in the case of not being entered...

God knows if I really hit home plate in the future, will I still be able to see the sun on the third day!

what.

Why is it the third day?

Because that bastard has been practicing him since last night!

Please check the time!

It's already 11 o'clock at noon!

What about going to play baseball in the morning? !

Zen Yuan Shi Er turned over wearily, saying that yesterday's serious breath-holding didn't last long, and then that bastard directly tore off the disguise, completely playing with himself.

Of course, he is also very happy, otherwise he would not let the other party continue until noon.

After the end, no one could sleep on the big bed, but fortunately Xiaohui woke up, Zenyuan Shier took the pillow to the children's room to catch up on sleep while Shiro Kotomine was feeding his son.

Kotomine Shiro finished feeding the milk paste, leaving a sea monster to accompany the child to watch TV on the sofa, and then dragged his sleepy body into the children's room and shared a bed with Shier in the Zen garden to sleep.

Because the single bed was too narrow, the man turned over and hugged the young man in his arms. His two-day trip to the casino in Macau was about to get cold, and now he was so sleepy that he couldn't talk about anything until he woke up.

Only the soft breathing of the two adults remained in the children's room. Xiaohui, who was sitting in the living room watching cartoons, heard that there was no movement in the room, so she climbed off the sofa and ran over to take a look.

He found that his father and godfather were just sleeping, so he ran back to the sofa and continued to watch Mr. Rice vs. Baron Shit.

The familiar left by Kotomine Shiro never leaves him. This is the clone of the sea demon that has been implanted with autonomous commands. Its task is to protect the little master from harm and not let him leave this room.

The dog-shaped sea monster fulfilled these two tasks very obediently.

Time soon reached three o'clock in the afternoon, and Kotomine Shirou, who hadn't consumed much yesterday, got up first and went to the bathroom to wash up.

Turning around and looking at the living room, I found that my child had already watched 12 episodes of "Mr. Rice and the Baron of Poop" unknowingly!

He hurriedly carried the boy who watched TV overtime into the children's room, and he was not allowed to watch it again.

Putting the struggling Xiaohui on the bed, Kotomine Shirou stretched out his hand and pushed Zenyuan Shier:

"Get up, get up quickly, if you sleep again, you won't be able to sleep at night."

"……Well……"

After resting for a few hours, the pain in the mouth, throat, and the front finally subsided, Zenyuan Shier reluctantly went into the bathroom to take a shower under the urging of the other party.

Kotomine Shirou mixed milk powder for Xiaohui, and promised him that he could watch TV for a while at night, so he could take the time to put the child to sleep.

Only then did the two hurry up and bought a few bats and a bag of baseballs before all the sporting goods stores closed.

Facing the sunset in the west, the originally agreed early morning baseball date completely changed the background.

Kotomine Shiro took Zenyuan Shier to the nearest park baseball field and asked him to walk into the box where the batter should stand.

I don't know if it's because I can't see clearly at dusk, or because today is Tuesday, and no amateurs come to play baseball.

"You stand here - you can move your feet later, I'll throw the ball into this range, try to hit it over there -"

Kotomine Shiro pointed to the sky above his back, which is the judgment area of ​​the home run, Zenyuan Shier walked in and swung his bat, muttering strangely:

"How difficult can this be..."

It seems that the cue is quite brittle, will it break later?

"Then try the first ball, get ready, it's coming—"

Kotomine Shiro doesn't know many pitching methods. When he was helping the school's baseball club to repair the pitching machine, a few acquaintances once explained to him the principle of crossball. At that time, I also learned to finger the ball.

This is a game-winning pitch that only pitchers in top games can learn, but he prefers to stay in the archery department and never wants to play in the baseball department.

So except for Matou Shinji, he didn't talk to anyone else about it.

After making preparations for pitching, Zenyuan Shier on the opposite side also raised his bat, waiting for him to throw the ball over.

First ball, straight ball—

Kotomine Shiro didn't use much force in his first pitch, and maintained the ball speed of a normal male pitcher, about 140km/h. The position of the landing point was close to the Zenyuan or even the inside, but it was also within the strike zone.

The so-called strike zone is the rectangle he gestured before. Since he didn’t mark it with a pen, it can only be used as a rough concept, but it doesn’t matter to Chanyuan Shier, because what Kotomine Shiro said before is——

Hit all the 'throwing balls' to that range.

So Zenyuan Shier took half a step back and could clearly see the slow trajectory of the ball flying in his vision. Anyway, the speed of the ball at 140km/h was too slow for him.

The center of the bat is centered on the core, and even without the head, he can still let the ball fly out of the field by relying solely on his arm strength.

"Yes, one more—"

Kotomine Shiro didn't give him time to think, and the second ball flew directly to the lower position of the far corner, completely diagonal to the previous pitch.

This time the pitch was extremely powerful. With few people around and no speedometer, Kotomine Shiro threw a straight ball at 170km/h, surpassing the existing world record of 164km/h.

Pitching at this speed is terrifying, and many hitters don't even have the courage to swing a bat against such a super fast ball.

Because once you are accidentally hit, you may directly face the result of being injured, and if you are hit on the head, even if there is a helmet, there is no guarantee that there will be no other sequelae.

But for Zenyuan Shier, there is not much difference between the ball speed of 170km/h and 140km/h. In his eyes, it is still slow. It may be a little faster, but the effect is also very limited.

So it was another clean swing, and this time it hit the head.

The power created by the ball speed of 170km/h was not enough for him to see. Accompanied by the crisp sound of hitting the ball, the baseball disappeared into the evening sky like a shooting star.

Kotomine Shiro: ...

"This won't work, you can't let the ball fly so far! The landing point must be controlled within the range just mentioned."

Kotomine Shiro made a cross in front of his chest, indicating that ordinary people simply cannot accept this kind of baseball being shot out of the sky. Anyway, at least let the ball fall at a distance that normal people can understand.

"Huh? Why are there so many requests?"

"You just need to retrieve the ball. You hit the ball where no one else can see it. Where are they going to retrieve it?"

"...Okay, I got it."

Tsk, not much money for a ball, right?Is this because he is afraid that he will destroy the team?

Zen Yuan Shi Er pouted, subconsciously rubbing the ground with the soles of his shoes.

"Also, it is not allowed to step out of the pit where you stand, let alone crack, otherwise you will scare the referee and be sent off, you know?"

"……cut."

If it's all such slow balls, he doesn't need to step on the ground hard, so there should be no pits or anything, right?

"This is the third ball, watch it—"

Kotomine Shiro raised his hand, because unlike in the game when he was covered by gloves, he could directly see his posture holding the ball.

changed……

Zenyuan Shier stared at his right hand, as if putting a baseball between his index finger and middle finger. What does this gesture mean?

Kotomine Shirou's release speed is still very fast this time, and the trajectory looks like a straight ball that is the same as before, but——

The ball path that was originally rushing towards the center of the strike zone suddenly fell downward the moment Shier in Chanyuan swung the bat!

If nothing else, the ball would pass under his bat and hit the bottom edge of the strike zone.

state--

The crisp sound of hitting the ball sounded again, Zenyuan Shier took back the bat and carried it on his shoulder, tilted his head and said to him:

"Hey, are you trying to stump me with this little trick?"

Stared at by the handsome Ten and Tyrant, Kotomine Shirou looked at another home run behind him and smiled without hesitation.

He explained to the other party:

"This is just a throwing method in pitching, called fingering. In addition to the two throwing methods I just demonstrated, there are many dazzling skills, but if you want to experience it, you should get it in a professional field."

"Hmph, no matter what the throwing method is, as long as the target is within such a narrow range, it is impossible to pass through in front of me."

Of course, the rules of baseball are not that simple, but Kotomine Shiro just smiled and said nothing.

Zenyuan Shier also looked at the direction where he hit the ball, he still couldn't believe it, is it really so easy to be a professional athlete?

If professional hitters knew about his doubts, they would probably cry. The current number one home run king in the world only has more than 800 home runs in his career.

If a batter plays as a front liner, excluding rotation injuries, he may have more than [-] opportunities to stand in the batting position in a season.

Even with one rest in two games, there are [-] chances to hit the ball.

If he followed Zenyuan Shier's style of play, he might set a world record that shattered people's eyeballs in a year and a half, and became the devil of the batting statistics list from then on until he retired.

Of course, the coaches of those teams are not stupid. If he really behaves like this, he may be walked to base every game and deliberately prevent him from getting RBIs.

Kotomine Shiro had expected his ability a long time ago. Since he has this kind of strength, joining a professional baseball team and becoming a starter is not a problem at all, and it is even logical to develop in the major leagues in the future.

The only problem now is how to let a professional team truly understand the opponent's talent.

Kotomine Shiro has come up with two methods at present, and he will only try to find a chance after returning to his country.