Ken was properly good at baseball by now, but his shoulder injury wasn't keeping him at the top. Taking a few days off, you both were in a field, as Ken tried to teach you how he played.

You tried to hold the bat in your hands steadily, as Ken chuckled, seeing you struggle to hold it correctly. "No no no," he said, stepping over to adjust their grip. "You need a looser hold, like this." Ken moved behind you, gently adjusting your hands on the handle till it was just right above where you were holding it comfortably.

He stepped away a little, as he said, "There you go, you're doing better already." He smiled, as you practiced a few swings, before he would send a ball your way.