Chapter 32

Chapter 32. Cutting Wind

Two wins and three losses.

Ranked sixth.

The actual quality of our games had been pretty clean.

Norman started as our third pitcher, but he kept throwing balls all over the place and ruined our chance to sweep an Opening Series for the first time in eight years.

There was no need to even talk about our fourth and fifth starters.

They were miserable.

At this point, it honestly seemed better to use one of the rookies we had drafted this year instead of relying on our domestic starters.

Whenever they managed to throw the ball inside the strike zone, they got hit.

Then afterward, they just kept throwing balls.

It was the textbook example of a bad team.

  • The Last-Place Oceans already starting their DTD collapse?

  • What the hell are these guys doing? Playing baseball drunk?

  • Ahhh, the fraud rocket is gone. It's flown far, far away.

  • Fire the manager already? The Oceans are always funniest in spring. Damn, they're terrible at baseball.

  • Day 3 of praying for Sajik Baseball Stadium to burn down.

And in the middle of all that, the starting rotation came back around to me.

Two wins and three losses.

The tiny flame that had made the fans start believing in the team again had already gone out.

Now I had to light it again.

Manager Rodriguez didn't say much despite our three-game losing streak.

He simply watched the players hit and pitch.

There had been a few changes to the lineup.

“Park Seunga is going down to the second team.”

Park Seunga, who had ended up batting in the low .200s, was quickly demoted.

Another second baseman was called up to take his place.

Manager Rodriguez had already been watching him unfavorably, and after his defensive errors piled up, he was sent down.

Park Seunga was no longer with the first team.

The decision had been made suddenly the previous evening.

People rarely changed unless something serious happened.

Park Seunga never managed to change.

And the professional world was cold.

Starting Lineup

  • 1st Batter: Kwon Geonwoo (Center Fielder)

  • 2nd Batter: Park Hyeonghwan (Left Fielder)

  • 3rd Batter: Choi Seong (Pitcher)

  • 4th Batter: Yoon Jaejun (Catcher)

  • 5th Batter: Kim Hakseong (First Baseman)

  • 6th Batter: Daniel Sanchez (Third Baseman)

  • 7th Batter: Yoo Gam (Right Fielder)

  • 8th Batter: Go Gyeongtae (Second Baseman)

  • 9th Batter: Kwon Seonho (Shortstop)

The batting order had changed as well.

Kwon Geonwoo and Park Hyeonghwan had managed to survive on the roster thanks to batting averages in the upper .200s and decent speed.

As for me, I had no choice but to move up from the ninth spot.

There was only one reason for that.

[Choi Seong Leads League in ERA and RBIs... Has Korea Produced a True Two-Way Player?]

[With the Choi Seong Rule Revised, Will Korea Produce an All-Time Great Player?]

[Even During Their Three-Game Losing Streak, the Oceans Still Have Choi Seong and Yoon Jaejun]

Yoon Jaejun and I were being recognized as the league's best rookie battery.

Yoon Jaejun had already hit three home runs and was ranked second in that category.

Daniel Sanchez and Kim Hakseong being out of form was a problem, but at least they were better than our pitchers who kept setting games on fire.

“Yoon Jaejun! Keep your head straight and hit the ball! This is nothing!”

While I was helping Yoon Jaejun with batting practice, I noticed Yoo Gam staring intently at us.

He was still striking out in nearly half of his plate appearances this season.

He had a few extra-base hits, including doubles and home runs, but he was still considered an all-or-nothing slugger.

Fans had even started making fun of him again this season by saying, His skills really are a regret.

Yoon Jaejun noticed Yoo Gam and waved at him.

He looked fairly exhausted, but his power and contact were gradually stabilizing.

I had taught him from time to time in high school as well, and now that I was teaching him step by step, his skills were slowly improving.

...Still, if I wanted him to bring out his prime form at this year's Olympics, this wasn't nearly enough.

“Again.”

I kept pushing Yoon Jaejun without mercy.

The surrounding players sometimes tried to stop me because of how intense it was, but Yoon Jaejun stubbornly kept taking part in my training.

He would take hundreds of swings before the game and then go over the technical details again even after it ended.

Since we were already doing this from the beginning of the season, the other players seemed to have trouble understanding it.

Even so, if he wanted to raise his level properly right now, this process was necessary.

Even after our thirty-minute session ended, Yoo Gam was still carefully watching me and Yoon Jaejun train.

He'd probably be better off spending that time studying the opposing pitcher's movement.

Only after we started resting did Yoo Gam finally approach us.

Yoon Jaejun smiled brightly when he saw him.

“Senior!”

Yoo Gam was easygoing, just like his large build suggested.

Maybe I should say he reminded me of a panda.

He had a good personality.

His performance just wasn't very good.

“Oh, hey!”

He greeted us cheerfully.

“Do you need something from us?”

I asked while wiping away my sweat.

I had been warming up myself while helping Yoon Jaejun with batting practice.

Yoo Gam's eyes widened before he grinned.

“Do you think I could get this kind of training too?”

I calmly scanned his body.

What did Yoo Gam need right now?

It didn't take me long to figure it out.

“First, you need to watch more pitches. This is a moment where you need patience.”

Otherwise, his swing-and-miss rate would only keep getting higher.

Yoo Gam nodded.

“You don't seem to have a good feel for it yet, so step into the batter's box first.”

With that, I threw him a few light batting practice pitches.

Yoo Gam sent them flying far away.

One even reached the outfield stands for a home run.

He definitely had plenty of power.

“Now try not to swing.”

Even when I threw perfectly hittable batting practice pitches, I told him to hold back.

Part of his problem was pitch recognition and failing to follow the ball's path properly.

But an even bigger issue was his lack of patience.

Yoo Gam's shoulders kept twitching.

“Hold it. Patience is going to be the key to raising your batting average.”

He seemed relaxed in everyday life, but the moment he stepped into the batter's box, he became impatient.

If he fixed that, he would improve.

After throwing him a few more pitches, I brought Yoon Jaejun back in front of me.

“You. Let's work on improving your quality of contact again.”

Beside us, Yoo Gam kept taking practice stances by himself, looking as though he wanted to swing while thinking deeply about something.

I didn't have enough time to properly teach Yoo Gam right now.

What mattered most was training Yoon Jaejun.

Our cleanup hitters had to produce today if we wanted to finish this game properly.

“Today, for the first time, we sent Park Seunga down to the second team.”

Thirty minutes before the game, Manager Rodriguez gathered everyone again.

His opening line wasn't exactly pleasant.

Even so, Manager Rodriguez's expression remained fairly bright.

“It's still early in the season, but considering your physical conditions, mentality, and other factors, there will be additional changes to parts of the lineup.”

Park Seunga probably wouldn't return to the first team again.

No matter how terrible the pitchers were, how could he also fail to handle an ordinary infield ground ball once every game?

It was simply a lack of ability.

“The other hitters should be ashamed that Choi Seong is batting near the top of the order despite being the starting pitcher.”

He said nothing more.

The game began beneath a gloomy atmosphere.

I understood what Manager Rodriguez disliked.

During our three-game losing streak, the starting rotation had completely collapsed.

The hitters had shown some potential, but they hadn't taken the next step.

He wanted them to show him something.

True professionalism.

I calmly prepared inside the batter's waiting area at Daegu Cats Park.

Since we were the away team, we would begin on defense in the bottom of the first.

[Sub Mission: Lead Your Team to Victory!]

  • The Busan Oceans' morale has dropped significantly after three consecutive losses. Win the game and turn the atmosphere around!

  • Reward: Four-Seam Fastball +1 / Failure: Death!

The sub-mission window appeared.

It was the first one I'd received in five games.

If I lost this game, I would die...

For a moment, I thought about our team's overall strength.

We had scored 22 runs over five games.

That was an average of a little over four runs per game.

I thought that was fairly decent.

We had allowed 37 runs during those same games.

That was almost nine runs allowed per game.

...Let's stop looking into it.

“Do I need to throw a shutout...?”

Considering the team's current atmosphere, I probably did.

I couldn't trust the bullpen.

Those guys were completely soaked in a losing mentality, yet not a single one of them ever came to ask me for help.

“How are you planning to approach today's game?”

Yoon Jaejun came over to the on-deck area, probably trying to relax me.

Not that I was nervous at all.

“I'm putting every pitch inside the strike zone. I'll finish the whole game in around a hundred pitches.”

“What? Don't push yourself that hard. What if you get injured? Try trusting your teammates.”

“The bullpen is full of arsonists right now.”

Yoon Jaejun gave a bitter smile.

“Yeah... that's true. Let's go for a shutout today.”

“Right. I'll try to induce as many ground balls as possible. I'll keep everything as low as I can.”

As I said that, I looked blankly at second baseman Go Gyeongtae, who was chewing gum.

He should still be better than Park Seunga, who had kept letting grounders roll through his legs in the other games.

“Yeah. I'll pay more attention when I'm catching bounced balls too. Especially today...”

Today's opposing starter was Beukomseu, who had thrown a no-hitter last season.

He was considered a solid pitcher with an ERA in the threes.

But that also meant when he was really on, he could be extremely difficult to deal with.

“Okay.”

Cats Park was already packed with spectators.

Today's game was sold out as well.

Fans of the Daegu Cats and Busan Oceans were cheering in almost equal numbers.

Kwon Geonwoo, our leadoff hitter, was already struggling.

“Strikeout!”

Kwon Geonwoo looked at me and spoke as he returned.

“Looks like he's really on today. Watch out for his splitter, especially.”

So he was on today...

Beukomseu had just used the splitter as his finishing pitch to strike Kwon Geonwoo out.

That meant I'd have to concentrate even more when I pitched.

Our second batter went down easily as well.

Then it was finally my turn as the third hitter.

Beukomseu stared at me with sharp eyes.

I'd heard that among pitchers recently, I had become one of the batters they were most cautious about.

Was it because I had eight hits in twenty at-bats?

Well, batting .400 did put me near the top of the league.

Two of those hits were home runs.

Apparently, some anonymous pitchers had even complained that if a pitcher like me could hit this well too, then the level of the league must have fallen.

Beukomseu went into a big windup.

  • 152 km/h

A fast fastball shot straight through the middle of the strike zone.

I was already having a little trouble adjusting because he was a left-handed starter.

“Our foreign pitcher has good stuff, doesn't he?”

“It's not bad.”

A low-150s fastball with perfect command.

He really did seem to be in top form today.

According to our scouting report, Beukomseu was basically a two-pitch pitcher who mainly relied on his fastball and splitter.

  • 148 km/h

The second pitch came in.

This time, it was a splitter.

“Strike!”

I swung hard, but failed to make contact.

“He's definitely good, isn't he?”

Even though I hadn't hit it, I had tracked the pitch properly with my eyes.

I fixed my cap after it had shifted from my swing.

This was pretty fun.

  • 153 km/h

An even faster fastball came in, painting the outside edge of the zone.

I swung without hesitation.

A pitching style that tried to overpower batters with velocity.

So that was his concept for today?

Crack!

I swung the bat.

I'd seen countless fastballs like this in American baseball.

It wasn't even the first pitch anymore.

This was already the third one.

I'd seen enough.

I calmly lined a single in front of the right fielder and reached first base.

He should've gone back to the splitter after that.

Maybe because his command was so good today, he wanted to challenge me with his strongest pitch.

Two outs.

Runner on first.

Beukomseu threw three consecutive pickoff attempts toward me.

I kept diving back into first until I eventually shortened my lead.

I wasn't even planning to steal on a day when I was starting as pitcher.

This was excessive.

It was probably because of that saying.

There's nothing more embarrassing than allowing a stolen base to a pitcher.

That must've been why Beukomseu was deliberately throwing so many pickoff attempts.

The fourth batter was Yoon Jaejun.

For the first time, he had been given one of the most important spots in the lineup.

Now I could finally see some nervousness on his face.

“Strikeout!”

The swing path we had practiced over and over during training never appeared.

He must have been nervous in his first at-bat.

And then...

It was finally my real turn.

On the mound, I rubbed my hand against the rosin bag.

A ticking sound seemed to echo from my heart.

Rather than fear, dopamine began rushing through my body.

I wasn't going to die in this game either.

  • 154 km/h

With my very first pitch, I immediately surpassed Beukomseu's fastest fastball from earlier.

And at that moment, I made a promise to myself.

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