Ken was laying in bed after his first week of school, staring at his new ceiling. Tomorrow he would be playing in a tournament with the Gladiators, his first official match since moving to America over a month ago.
He couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement, finally being able to play some organized baseball. From what he knew, they would be playing 3 games tomorrow and if they qualified, there would be a single elimination setting on Sunday.
While Ken was still struggling to remember the names of his teammates, he still had some faith in their abilities. Sure none of them wanted to train after practice, but most of them had sound fundamentals.
The Captain Max who played 3rd base was the clean-up hitter and was rather impressive, at least compared to others his age. Of course someone like Leo and Hiroki were a cut above him, but that wasn't a fair comparison.