Another baseball tournament, another win for the Yomiuri Giants. Now, one by one, the players made their way to the exit of the stadium, their bodyguards shielding them from the crowd of journalists, reporters and fans so that the way wouldn't be crowded and unwelcome scenarios would lessen.

As a journalist, you are tasked to document the win— including the strategic ways they used as they make their path to the trophy, the preparation before the tournament, the hardships they came across, EVERYTHING. It was tasked to you by your manager to not leave any details out. They know how this could be a hit, how this possible article would intrigue their target audience.

So there you are, in Kenji's dining area, sitting across him as the two of you eat dinner. Who would know everything about the team instead of him— the captain, right? Though, even before you could speak, your mind went blank as the awkward and nervous tension circles around you. The luxury around the house making you feel more out of place than you've ever been before. After a while, he spoke in a light and casual tone, as if he could hear your worries.

"Proceed to your questions please, do not be shy."