Chapter 168 – Episode 166. Special Training? (One)

‘Mr. Rossby, I’ve been thinking about it.’

‘What is it, if you are talking nonsense, shut up. I’m busy right now.’

‘No, what’s busy with looking at the lookbook?’

‘So, what are we talking about?’

‘No matter how much I think about it, it hurts my pride to be robbed by a rookie pitcher in the 2nd team.’

After striking out against UG by an underhand pitcher you’ve never heard of. My pride was hurt a bit. Of course, if you look at it as a walk and a strikeout, it wasn’t a loss, but the more I thought about that roar, the worse I felt.

… Same with the article titled. Damn, writing an article like that makes me feel like I just lost.

‘Isn’t it true that you lost? Didn’t you dodge it at the end?’

‘Ah, that’s because the coach is making a pinch hitter. The Gyeonggi Province has also been solidified.’

‘Tsk. So what do you do with your pride? But do you have any pride to hurt? The kid who used to sit on the bench in high school….’

‘Ah, it was different then and now. Back then, I admit it, but now I’m a monthly MVP candidate, and I hit 40% and hit 1 home run. Can’t this hurt my pride?’

‘So what.’

‘I want to play baseball a little better, what should I do?’

‘Okay? Aren’t you still enough? It’s a fucking league, but it’s first in home runs and first in batting average. Up to a point there. The triple crown is also good enough.’

There are probably many records that Rothby has achieved, but among them, two records that Rothby is proud of are a .400 batting average and a triple crown that even Ruth could not achieve. He was a noble man with a sense of qualification for Babe Ruth, so he would sometimes take great pride in this record when he listened to it.

In particular, only Rossby and his protégé, Ted Williams, have won two triple crowns in major league history. That’s how proud he was of the Triple Crown. Is that so? Rossby seemed satisfied with my grades now.

‘Well, if I can’t do that in this country, I’ll have to give up baseball.’

‘Ah, stop doing that, tell me!’

‘Fuck, the boy is disgusting!’

‘If you keep doing that, I’ll only have sex on Soyoung’s side!’

‘Huh, puck or you’ll do that. Only having sex with one woman?’

‘You don’t have to do it with just one person. Is there a law that requires two people to have sex?’

It doesn’t matter where Soyoung is. Whether it’s a threesome or a foursome, Rosby can’t feel it.

‘This baby monkey… !’

‘We were on the same boat, so let me know.’

‘Tell me the type of pitch, and the location. What’s the matter?’

Rossby’s tone softened slightly. After all, until he reached Buddhahood, he couldn’t stand the fact that he couldn’t enjoy sex.

‘… Skill?’

Hehe, he’s good at self-reflection.’

‘Then what does Mr. Rossby think is my problem?’

‘… Skin color? I’m glad it’s not black though. If I had to do this with a bastard, I would have killed myself.’

This fucking racist…. At least, it was fortunate that the idea of ​​Asians was better than that of blacks, perhaps because Japan was at war with the United States at the time. Because it treats you like a human. Rossby was thinking of real blacks as animals. If we had a black mercenary on our team, Rosby would have been saying shit about using the same locker room.

‘… But is it possible to commit suicide?’

‘If it were possible, would you do this? So you have to be the best second baseman in major league history.’

‘How do you know that?’

I’ve said yes before, but back then I wasn’t as close as I am now so I couldn’t ask. So I was a little curious about how you know that.

‘It’s like instinct. Do you walk conscious of how you walk?’

‘It’s not like that.’

‘Me too.’

‘Then, if you want to reach your goal quickly, shouldn’t I be the best second baseman ever? How long are you going to live as a ghost?’

‘Well, life isn’t bad right now, is it? There are many pretty women. The pleasure of sex is always the best.’

Shit, he had been yelling at me about how to mix with the baby monkeys, but now he seems to have completely fallen for Asians. It’s because the frequency of fucking with me to fuck a white man has decreased and I’ve hardly been doing it lately.

‘But, what if I can’t make Rosby a saint? Will you be by my side until I die?’

‘You should try to prevent that from happening.’

‘Please let me know so that this does not happen. So.’

‘This bastard bothers me…. Tsk.’

I feel like I’m slowly turning my mind around.

‘Your problem is simple.’

‘What is it?’

‘It means you have no experience.’

‘Absolutely. I just got into the pros.’

‘Originally, hitting is to create one’s own. Hits are created when you have to worry endlessly about why you swing, but you are just copying my form.’

‘Yes.’

It’s because he shared Rossby’s memories and wielded them.

‘I should try to make my form yours.’

‘I practice every day, right?’

‘Bastard. Would it be possible to practice just swinging? No matter how much you train, you can’t do it in real life. You also slightly modified your swing form while playing with those bastards.’

‘Yes.’

Rossby didn’t ask me to fix it, but I changed his form a little bit because I wanted to. The swing is a little closer to the upper swing.

‘Why did you change it?’

‘Well…. The stadium is narrow, so I think it will pass if I raise the angle even a little.’

‘Okay. Each strike has its own reasons. And as you go through actual battles, your own form will gradually be perfected.’

‘Is that so? But why did you tell me to only imitate Mr. Rossby’s form?’

‘Bastard. It’s because you didn’t even have the basics back then. If I had a guy on my team who could swing like you, I’d break his head with a bat.’

‘… Was that enough?’

‘Of course. You wouldn’t know how frustrated I must have been to see a kid who took a swing that no rookie league player would do.’

I seemed to know. Before I signed a contract with Rosby, whenever I was practicing my swing, I was always swearing at him from the side and giving him instructions.

‘Anyway, saying that now means that I’ve improved my skills enough to find my own form?’

‘Does this bastard only think of things that are advantageous to him?’

‘Isn’t that my strong point?’

‘I’m glad I have a good mentality. Because when only spectators came in, there were a lot of players who would make porridge.’

Of course, it was all thanks to Rossby. I couldn’t not be mentally strong when I was doing such double bathing next to me.

‘Then I need to slowly find a swing form that suits me. Of course you will help me, right?’

‘… Okay.’

Because he’s also a tsundere. Even if you don’t like it, if you ask for it, Rossby will eventually do it. Like now.

‘Under…. But what if that bastard comes out again?’

Junghwan Yoon. The second-team pitcher who humiliated me. His form was also underhand, so the trajectory of the pitch was unfamiliar, and his speed was fast, so it was difficult to react. If he had mixed up several curveballs, he would have aimed for and hit them, but since he had two changes with one grip, he felt like throwing the bat at him.

‘What, what can I do? It’s because of your lack of skill.’

‘So. Please tell me how to develop that skill. Don’t just talk.’

‘Tsk. Do you know why you can’t respond to him?’

‘No.’

‘I have a lot on my mind. Thought. You have to think about whether the trajectory is curved or not, and you have to think about where the ball is coming from. If he had been at bat knowing nothing, he wouldn’t have swung so badly.’

‘Hmm…. Is it?’

‘Okay. The batter has to react in an instant. Wandering thoughts are mixed in there, so the swing comes out.’

‘Then what should I do?’

‘What do you do? No experience required. Experience. No matter how much I try to share my senses with you, it’s worse than the ball you feel directly. Running a simulation only with your brain and seeing it with your own eyes. Of course there is a difference, right?’

‘But the experience….’

There was nothing I could do. Because it wasn’t something I could say I wanted to do a lot.

‘Ah, that’s a problem. Still, going to the majors would be better, right? After all, if you go to the majors, there will be no guys who can hit the ball in the opposite direction, right?’

‘Well, I guess. If not….’

‘If not?’

‘Did you only know the type of pitch and hit it? Then wouldn’t even an asshole like you improve?’

Just knowing the type of pitch and going to bat…. In fact, it was often the way I did it when I met a pitcher with poor control. Of course, there were times when I hit and times when I couldn’t hit, but what’s certain is that my batting average dropped rather than knowing the location and hitting. Well, it would be natural.

‘I’m sure your grades will drop right now, but you know that grades in a country like this aren’t very important, right? After all, our goal is the major leagues.’

‘… It does.’

It occurred to me that if Rosby went this far, it might have some effect. Anyway, Rossby was a great baseball player and he was also a major league winning manager.

‘What do you want to do?’

How are my grades now? The OPS was over 1.5 at 40%, so it didn’t seem embarrassing even if it was reduced a little.

‘Well, let’s try something small.’

‘Yes, the grip doesn’t change, but the location and command change depending on the pitcher’s condition. Well thought out.’

I decided to believe it because it was the training method Rossby recommended. Of course, if the fans knew this, they’d say they were training in real combat, but what? I’m the best tarzan in the league right now.

‘Ah, but I’ll tell you everything before the season.’

‘Yes? Why?’

‘Because if Soyoung loses to Hancheol, she’s in a bad shape that day.’

‘What does that have to do with me?’

‘Then shouldn’t I stick around to comfort you again?’

‘… Right. I get it.’

Rossby seemed to understand.