"We'll take the field first." Ken stated with a grin.
A few minutes later, Yokohama had taken the field with Ken standing on the mound. From the outside he looked relaxed and carefree, yet inwardly Ken was feeling the nerves begin to arise.
On this small stage with only 50 or so spectators, he was close to having a panic attack.
The thought of failure weighed heavily on his mind, causing his breathing to be slightly uneven.
'What is going on with me?' He thought, adjusting the uniform which felt like it was pressing down on his neck.
The game had not started, yet he was already feeling off.
'Why are you even trying?'
'You can't pitch properly without the system.'
The dark voices spoke up in a harsh tone, battering his already fragile emotional state.
With the addition of his family situation, Ken's psyche was already threatening to fracture under the pressure.
