Shaberu wa tebukuro yori mo omoi
Saint Heriyama is 30.
He’s not a hero. He’s not a legend.
He’s a man who let his life rot in silence.
Unemployed, in debt, and emotionally vacant, Saint reaches a point of no return — until a strange encounter in a run-down bar hands him a second chance in the form of a flyer:
“Baseball Coach Wanted.”
It’s a job he’s not qualified for.
A role he doesn’t deserve.
But something about it—
the memory of his grandfather, the smell of the field, the shape of a bat—
pulls him back into a world he abandoned long ago.
As he starts training three broken kids—Mailo, Marcos, and Anto—Saint begins to face what he’s spent his entire life avoiding:
his past, his pain, and the daughter he left behind.
This is not a story about victory.
It’s about holding the bat even when your hands are shaking.
It’s about waking up after deciding not to.
It’s about standing beside others when you don’t know how to stand alone.
Some stories aren’t about becoming someone new…
They’re about remembering who you were before everything fell apart.
