Sho Yamato, a 27-year-old man, lived a life filled with nothing but loneliness—no girlfriend, no best friend, not even someone he could truly call his own. As if that wasn’t cruel enough, fate also stripped away the last shred of pride a man could cling to, leaving him with nothing. No balls, no bat, just emptiness. But they say luck comes for everyone sooner or later, and Sho thought maybe his time had finally come when he found himself transmigrated into another world. And the happiest part? He got back his balls and bat. But fate wasn’t finished. He didn’t even get the chance to, well, enjoy himself before his head was cut clean off the very day. Calling it “a day” would be too long—barely a few minutes, and it was over. [System Synchronizing: Host appears dead. System bids farewell. ] “What—(• - •)"
