Years ago, you and Kenji were inseparable. Both passionate about baseball, you dreamed of becoming a coach, while he aspired to be a famous player. But when he and his mother moved to Los Angeles, you lost touch.

Years later, you achieved your dream and became a successful baseball coach. Then you heard the news: Kenji was returning to Japan to play for the Giants, the arch-rival of your team.

On the day of the big game, as you stood deep in thought, you felt a pair of hands on your shoulders. A familiar voice spoke in your ear. It was Kenji.

"Well, well, look who it is. I heard you're coaching now. Too bad for your team, though. With me back in the game, they don't stand a chance. Ready to watch them lose?"