download appMajor League SystemAuthor: leeroycgnaSportsOngoing · 1.8M Views332 ChsCONTENT4.861 RATINGSNO.13SUPPORTSynopsisFollow the captivating journey of Ken Takagi, a high school baseball prodigy whose dreams were shattered by a devastating shoulder injury during a crucial match. After being forced to quit baseball and become a regular office worker, his life turns sour upon seeing his teammates compete on the professional level while he wallows in pain and self-pity.
However, fate has other plans for Ken when he's granted a second chance, thrust back into his middle schooler self with a powerful ally—the Major League System.
With a newfound opportunity to rewrite his destiny, Ken embarks on a quest to reclaim the glory he once lost. Armed with the Major League System, he navigates the challenges of adolescence, friendship, and the pursuit of greatness. As Ken strives to overcome the mistakes of his past and shape a future he can be proud of, readers are taken on an exhilarating ride through the world of baseball, where dreams are made and broken.
Will Ken be able to rise above the setbacks, hone his skills, and fulfill his lifelong dream of becoming a professional baseballer? With the Major League System at his disposal, the journey is fraught with excitement, setbacks, and unexpected twists. This is a tale of resilience, redemption, and the pursuit of excellence—a story that will keep you eagerly turning the pages, yearning to see if Ken can hit a home run in rewriting his own destiny. Get ready for a thrilling exploration of passion, determination, and the unwavering spirit of a young athlete chasing greatness.
Tags6 tags# ROMANCE# SYSTEM# COMEDY# WEAKTOSTRONG# SLICEOFLIFE# LEVELUPChapter 1Ken Takagi (1)In a quiet neighborhood a man dressed in simple business attire walked through the streets, clutching his black bag close to his chest. It was clear that he had been drinking by the way he stumbled across the road.
His build was tall and a little skinny. Lack of sleep and malnutrition was evident by merely looking at his sallow cheeks and dark bags underneath his monolid eyes.
The moonlight shone through the gaps in the surrounding greenery as the man stumbled every so often, yet he continued to trudge toward his destination
It wasn't until he stumbled upon an empty plastic bottle at his feet that he stopped in place, his gaze turning serious. He placed his black bag down on the ground and cautiously picked up the bottle, gripping it firmly within his right hand.
He looked up towards a bin around 10 meters away, his eyes narrowing slightly.
The man did not utter a sound, yet his whole body language seemed to change, like he had descended onto a battlefield. He moved his body so that his shoulder was in line with the bin before he raised his arms above his head.
His raised his left knee high, almost touching his chest. Then with his raised leg he lunged forwards with his right foot planted as if he were on the mound of the baseball pitch. Everything seemed so natural as he completed an action that he had made countless times throughout his life.
Then, as his left foot met the ground, his right arm flashed like a whip as he threw the bottle with all of his might, aiming for the bin which was his target.
"Argh!"
The sound of a bottle bouncing on the ground echoed through the quiet streets as he fell to his knees just a few meters away. He clutched his right shoulder and winced in pain, feeling the familiar agony course throughout his body.
The slight buzz of alcohol quickly left his system which was now replaced with the pain and anguish which arose from his old wounds. He could only stare at the bottle in front of him in anger and frustration, feeling as if it were taunting him.
Not long later, the man grabbed his black bag, still clutching at his throbbing shoulder. He grabbed the bottle on his way past and obediently placed it in the trash can, feeling as if he was trash himself.
He then made his way back home, his tall frame hunched in despair.
The man finally made it to his apartment and distractedly fished for his keys inside of his bag. The words Takagi were written underneath the mailbox placed upon the wall with messy handwriting.
After fishing around for a while, the man finally found his keys and used them to unlock the door. He walked into his dark apartment and turned the light on, closing the door with his foot and placing his bag upon the table.
The apartment was a studio, meaning everything was crammed into one room apart from the toilet and washroom which had its own dedicated area.
As if on autopilot, the man took off his business wear and changed into something comfortable and headed to the washroom. His shoulder was still aching, however he was mostly used to it at this point.
Ignoring the pain, he headed to the bathroom and washed his face thoroughly, trying to remove the hardships of the day. He looked up to gaze at himself in the mirror. What stared back at him was almost someone he didn't recognize.
The sallow cheeks and thin nose paired with the dark bags under his monolid eyes was like looking at someone who was on their last legs. He couldn't continue to look at himself in the mirror for more than a few seconds, quickly leaving the washroom and heading over to his bed.
On the other side of the room was a 32" TV sitting upon a cabinet. Grabbing the remote and sitting upon the bed, he turned the TV on out of habit, he mostly used it for background noise while he browsed on his phone.
The moment he turned his phone on, he received a notification.
Mom: Ken, we're worried about you. Why haven't you contacted us in over a month? Please call us as soon as you get this.
Ken Takagi read the message on his screen briefly before closing the window. He was not in the mood to talk to his parents right now, especially since his shoulder was throbbing so much.
"I'll call them tomorrow." He muttered, something he had said many times over the past month without following through.
Just as he was about to start up one of those popular games on his cell phone, his attention was quickly drawn to the TV.
"In sports news, the Hanshin Tigers have defeated the Yomiuri Giants in a spectacular come from behind victory to claim their second Nippon Championship in the history of the club."
Ken's eyes widened as he heard the news, he quickly shifted his legs off the bed and forced all of his attention on the TV screen as they replayed the highlights.
"As you can see, the Giants were up in the 9th inning by 2 runs. With 2 outs and 2 runners on base, the only thing between them winning the championship was the youngster Daichi Suzuki."
A man who still looked like a teenager approached the plate, his wide shoulders and confident face made him look like a superhero at that moment in time. Ken's face flashed with recognition as he leaned closer to the TV in anticipation.
The pitcher made his move, throwing a cutting ball high and inside, hoping to move the large man back off the plate.
"Haha! That's his favorite pitch!" Ken yelled with glee, feeling his body fill with adrenaline.
Chapter 2Ken Takagi (2)Daichi's eyes widened and he planted his foot before sending a monstrous swing at the ball which was fast approaching. From the angle of the camera, one could see that his grip was choked up on the bat, as if he had expected this kind of inside pitch.
BANG!
The clear sound of the wooden bat striking the baseball sent a shiver down Ken's spine. It was as if he were in the arena, watching the ball fly into the air gracefully, looking like it would never stop going.
"Walk off home run…" He muttered.
As the ball reached its zenith, it slowly began to sink down into the crowd of spectators. A lucky boy managed to reach out his glove and bag the winning ball, something that he would remember for a lifetime.
"Wonderful scenes at the Tokyo Dome earlier this evening as the Tigers pull off an upset against the strongest team in the NPB."
The words of the broadcaster trailed off as Ken stared at the TV screen. His emotions went from excited before returning to their previous levels of depression.
Bzzt Bzzt Bzzt
His phone vibrated, casting his attention away from the TV for a moment. His eyes widened in response to the sender of the message.
"Daichi…"
Daichi: Hey Ken! Did you see my walk-off homerun? Why didn't you come to the game? Did the tickets not come in the mail? Anyway, let's catch up soon man.
Ken looked at the message, his heart sinking. His face twisted in anger before throwing his phone at the wall. In doing so, he hurt his already throbbing shoulder once again, causing him to cry out in pain.
He slunk to the ground, curling up into a ball while he clutching at his shoulder in pain.
"You don't understand…" He muttered between sobs.
After lying in the same spot for a while, Ken suddenly felt a chill run through his body. It was currently early December, which meant that winter had just arrived in full force.
Ken had come to hate the winter, mostly because the cold would cause his shoulder injury to ache, filling his days with pain and suffering.
He quickly got to his feet, not wanting to get a cold from something as stupid as sleeping on the floor. Despite Christmas being around the corner, he still had a lot of work that was due by the end of the month.
Ken checked the clock which read 12:30AM before complaining inwardly.
"5 hours huh?" he muttered.
Thanks to his drinking tonight, he would only get 5 hours of sleep before he had to leave for work the next day. His head started to ache from the alcohol he had consumed earlier, becoming an accompaniment for his shoulder.
Together they played a painful melody which only served to increase his suffering.
"Where are my meds?" Ken asked himself, feeling as if he were about to pass out from the pain.
Thankfully he had managed to locate them in his bag after a while. Without looking, he unscrewed the cap from one of his prescription bottles and took 1 tablet.
It was a potent pain killer which was able to alleviate his torture for hours on end, even with a small dosage. He was repeatedly warned by his doctor to not take more than he had prescribed, even if the pain had not gone away.
Of course, Ken was not stupid. Although he was a little miserable, there was no way that he would throw his life away for something like pain killers.
Remembering the conversation with his doctor, Ken scoffed aloud before reaching into his bag once more. The only issue with his pain killers was that he often found it hard to sleep after taking them, therefore he had decided to buy some Melatonin, the natural sleeping drug.
It had worked like a charm for a few months, however he needed to constantly increase the doses otherwise they would lose their effects.
So with practiced ease, he produced 6 pills and took them with a glass of water. With that, he decided it was time to head to bed. If he stayed up any longer, than the 5 hours sleep would be reduced by a lot more.
As soon as he rested his head upon the pillow though, he felt his vision swim.
"W-What is happening?" he said, feeling a sense of panic rush into his chest.
His heartbeat swelled, quickly reaching 200 bpm. It almost felt as if his heart was going to jump out of his chest.
He tried his best to navigate to his way to his bag, thinking that he perhaps took the wrong drugs. However, that didn't make sense. There were only 2 different types of drugs in his bag, the painkillers and the Melatonin.
In Ken's drowsy state, he lacked the cognitive ability to put two and two together. Therefore he stumbled across the room and made it to his bag, only to see his two identical canisters.
In the Melatonin canister was still filled with pills, whereas the one with the potent painkiller was empty. Ken blinked a few times while his brain worked in high gear to understand.
"I-I have a doctors appointment tomorrow to get another script." He slurred, feeling his vision going fuzzy. It was then that he finally understood.
He had mixed up his medications, meaning he had taken 6 of the painkillers instead of his sleeping drug.
Ken suddenly collapsed onto the floor, clutching the empty bottle of painkillers in his hand. As his body lost strength, his thoughts traveled to a far away place, a time where he was still filled with hope and youthful joy.
Long before his shoulder injury took baseball away from him.
"If I had another chance…" he murmured, letting out his last breath.