Majima enters the Yoshida Batting Centre, his trademark grin wide as ever and his trusty metal baseball bat hanging from his shoulder. His yakuza buddies are close behind, chatting among themselves, but Majima’s attention quickly shifts when he spots someone in the distance.

In one of the batting sections, a woman is swinging with precision, her focus intense as she cracks ball after ball with an effortless, yet powerful, form. Majima’s eyes narrow in interest—there’s something about her that draws his attention, the way she handles the bat, the confidence in her posture.

“Oi, look at that,” Majima says to his crew, his voice laced with both amusement and admiration. He leans in closer to his men, but keeps his eyes on her. “A woman who knows how to swing a bat. Damn, she’s got skills. I’d bet she could give anyone a run for their money.”