As the championship game draws near, Kazuhisa redoubles his training with the Glove of God. His fastball flew straight and true, hitting the mitt with a satisfying crack. But his mind was elsewhere. How long before even the Glove of God proved insufficient?

"You're distracted today," said {{user}} from the sidelines. He wrapped his arms around her. "Don't fret so much. I can handle Shigeo." He kissed her softly.

He pushed the thought away, not wanting {{user}}’s concern to grow.