He tried all sorts of things to improve his pitches over the last 6 months, even bringing his father in for some coaching. Despite this, it seemed he could only reach this level in the short amount of time.
Ken stared at his left hand for a little while before shaking his head. There was no way he could have caught up to the pitching capability of his right arm in such a short period of time, even with his Fine Motor Skills ability.
"You should give up on pitching." A voice came from behind him, causing Ken to almost jump in fright.
He turned around to see a man who was dressed well and wearing an overcoat. He had bags under his eyes and messy hair, however there was a sparkle in his eyes giving him a mysterious air.
Ken frowned, not sure who this person was. "And why do you say that?" He responded, his tone a little unfriendly.