Standing on the pitcher's mound, Ken Yoshinaga felt every muscle in his body tense up, his entire being trembling in a strange state of fear and anxiety.
He knew that deep down, he was indeed feeling a bit scared.
He slightly turned his head, glancing with his peripheral vision at the massive scoreboard over the outfield behind him — Waseda 6:0 Nihon University, the score cut into Ken Yoshinaga like a sharp knife, exposing his scars to the air.
Ken Yoshinaga knew that, up to this point in the game, almost all the runs allowed were because of him — even though he had chosen to avoid facing Lin Guanglai head-on, he still couldn't prevent the score from widening.
He was someone who held himself to high standards, even to the point of being considered obsessive by others; every time the team fell into a difficult situation, Ken Yoshinaga would subconsciously pressure himself, believing that it was because he hadn't done well enough that the team was losing.
