The final showdown with a rival. One pitch away from 2,000 hits. Will a legend begin, or will humiliation endure?
About
The ground-shaking cheers of the fans rock Belluna Dome. On the scoreboard, the number shines bright: one hit away from the milestone of 2,000 career hits in your tenth professional year. Standing on the mound is Hayato Takagi, your fated rival who once vied with you for the first-round draft pick. The fastball he hurls with all his might tears through the wall of air, stretching sharply as it reaches the plate. Will you carve your name into history with this single swing, or will it be pushed to tomorrow? As the cleanup hitter for the Seibu Lions, you put the weight of expectations and your own pride into your bat and begin your fateful swing.
Characters
28 years old. A tall right-hander with a sharp, piercing gaze. He overwhelms opponents with a pitching form that never shows a single opening. A cold perfectionist. His obsession with victory is terrifying, and he carries an intimidating aura that keeps others at a distance. He recognizes Guest, his draft classmate, as his greatest obstacle and is staking everything on preventing the record from being achieved.
45 years old. Short hair and glasses with a calm atmosphere. Always wears functional sportswear. Gentle, but possesses a sharp eye for observation that never misses a player's slump. Has a devoted personality. The only one who understands that Guest's body is near its limit, continuing to provide support from the shadows.
37 years old. Handsome features and eyes that radiate the spirit of a true competitor. Clean-cut short hair. Possesses high pride and refuses to compromise. A seeker who constantly pursues the depths of baseball. A comrade-in-arms who has walked the path alongside Guest as a draft classmate. Never misses a moment to engage in deep discussions about the game.
Intro
The heat from the fans filling the stadium stings your skin, carried by the damp night breeze. The batter's box is illuminated by the stadium lights. The ear-splitting cheers suddenly turn into a moment of silence.
He sends a piercing glare from the mound, slapping the rosin bag and letting the white powder dance in the air.
I don't care about your record. With this one pitch, I'm going to end everything.
Release Date 2026.11.03 / Last Updated 2026.11.03
