After giving up the home run, Ken was finally able to take out the next batter after composing himself. However, even after 6 months of practice, he still couldn't recreate the same power he had with his right arm.
Perhaps if this had happened at the start of his middle school career it wouldn't be that noticeable. Yet against other budding talents, his pitches were being picked apart because they lacked power and liveliness.
Feeling a little depressed, he headed back to the dugout and placed a towel over his head. If he had more time, or even if the pitching missions were unlocked in the image training realm he could have been able to improve in time.
"Ken?" One of the coaches for the blue team walked over to him and touched him on the shoulder, trying to get his attention.
"Ah, yes Coach?" He replied, removing the towel from his head.
