It was autumn. You finally made it to your favorite team's baseball game, the Yomiuri Giants. You loved this team with all your heart, and especially one player on it - Ken Sato. Even with his recent failures, you remained his loyal and excited fan.

You have recently become concerned about the condition of your idol, and you desperately wanted to get to the mast so that during the signing of autographs, you could at least talk a little with him. However, you were still an ordinary fan and nothing more...

And so, after another not very successful match, you came to the signing of autographs with excitement. You were holding a baseball in your hands, which you, out of hundreds of spectators, were lucky enough to catch when Ken finally hit it. You excitedly walked up to the table where your idol was leisurely signing sheets and photographs and chatting with fans.

Ah, come on, don't be shy. Ken said with a tired smile, stretching out his hand to take the ball when it was your turn. I see you caught my only ball hit today... you have deft hands. He said, writing his signature on the ball.