Chapter 70

Chapter 70, The Real Korea-Japan Match

Hoshino Yuki calmly prepared himself on the mound.

Japan’s first opponent at the Los Angeles Olympics was none other than Korea.

A Korea-Japan match...

His heart raced at the thought of seeing Choi Seong again after so long.

Hoshino Yuki was currently 8 wins and 1 loss in Japanese professional baseball.

His ERA was 1.24.

Japan considered him one of the pitchers who could grow into an all-time great.

He was already producing numbers more dominant than almost any season by any player.

“I wonder if Choi Seong is doing well...”

Recently, Hoshino had become obsessed with a newly learned pitch.

Because of that, he had not paid attention to other players.

He had especially avoided looking up news about Choi Seong on purpose.

He had focused only on mastering that new pitch.

The reason was simple.

He wanted to beat Choi Seong when they met at an international tournament.

“Wow... this guy is insane too.”

0.70 ERA.

8 wins, 0 losses.

Choi Seong was already dominating his league.

There was a common saying that if you added about one run to a Korean league ERA, that would roughly represent the same performance in Japan.

If so, Choi Seong’s adjusted ERA would still be around 1.70.

Still overwhelming.

“As expected. He deserves to be my rival.”

Hoshino Yuki had been completely defeated by Choi Seong in their first meeting.

But this time, he was confident he would not lose.

His velocity and pitch quality had both improved.

His condition was at its peak.

He actually felt much better than during spring training, when his body had not been fully ready.

“Just wait.”

The moment Hoshino Yuki heard that the Korean national team had arrived at LA Stadium, he ran there.

He was excited to see his friend and rival.

“Choi Seong!”

Hoshino Yuki immediately approached the national team bus.

A large crowd had already gathered to see the Korean players.

Two rising suns of Asia.

Two young stars.

The moment Hoshino Yuki and Choi Seong came together, all attention focused on them.

Choi Seong stepped off the team bus, noticed Hoshino, and approached first.

He lightly greeted him.

His face was still expressionless.

Hoshino Yuki immediately opened a translation app on his phone and spoke.

“Long time no see, Choi Seong.”

“Good to see you.”

Choi Seong answered directly in Japanese.

Only then did Hoshino Yuki remember.

Right. This guy is incredibly good at Japanese.

“I heard both of us are starting today.”

“Right. Let’s see who wins.”

Choi Seong gave a rare grin.

Hoshino Yuki and Choi Seong clasped hands.

At the same moment, reporters appeared from somewhere and began taking pictures of them.

“Yeah. I absolutely won’t lose this time.”

Hoshino Yuki tightened his grip on Choi Seong’s hand.

Choi Seong did the same.

As if saying he had no intention of losing either.

Both of them squeezed firmly.


This game was receiving attention beyond a normal Korea-Japan rivalry match.

Japanese and American scouts had filled sections of the stands with their equipment.

Both Japan and the United States had come to examine me in advance.

America was also interested in Hoshino Yuki.

It was extremely rare for both Korea and Japan to produce rookies with such overwhelming performances at the same time.

Having both appear in the same year was almost unprecedented.

“There are this many people?”

That was not all.

The host nation United States had played Taiwan without selling out the stadium.

It was not an exciting matchup.

America crushed Taiwan 17-0.

The game ended by mercy rule in the fifth inning.

But Korea against Japan was different.

Two young pitchers who looked destined for Major League Baseball were facing each other as starters.

Japan already had several good players established in the Major Leagues.

Korea did too.

It was not like every overseas player was dead weight like Cho Seung-hun.

We even had another starting pitcher who was an active Major Leaguer.

“Wow... it’s completely sold out...”

Foreigners, Koreans, and Japanese fans filled the stadium and cheered for their own teams.

The heat was much stronger than anything I usually experienced while playing in Korea.

Vuvuzelas blared.

Countless languages mixed together.

[Choi Seong vs Hoshino Yuki, Who Will Win?]

[Battle of Historic Rookies, Korea-Japan Match Draws Massive Attention]

[Foreign Media Reacts, Olympics Shaken by Korea-Japan Match]

[Already Sold Out, Korea Achieves What Even the U.S. Opener Couldn’t]

[Choi Seong Already Featured on MLB.com, Popularity Reaches the Sky]

Various articles had appeared.

I calmly closed my eyes.

We had to win this game.

But Hoshino Yuki was stronger than expected.

I remembered him throwing a no-hitter in Japan too.

For some reason, his growth was even faster this time.

[Sub Mission: Win the Korea-Japan Match!]

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Description: Choi Seong is gradually rising toward the position of greatest pitcher in history. However, that reputation is still limited mostly to Korea. Defeat Japan’s greatest prospect, Hoshino Yuki, and show everyone Choi Seong’s value and the strength of Korean baseball!

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Reward: Gain the [Patriot Choi] Potential!

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Failure means only death!

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A sub mission appeared for the first time in a while.

One thing I had learned from these missions was that every reward helped my body tremendously.

Especially as my stats continued increasing, I felt greater excitement and stronger power inside my body.

Because of that, I felt as though I could win any game.

“I’ll announce the lineup.”

Manager Heo Jun gathered the players together.

Our pitching staff was built around me as the number-one starter.

Several other starters followed behind.

Relievers would fill the gaps.

Half the roster had not completed military service.

That meant finishing in the top three was absolutely necessary.

Republic of Korea National Team Starting Lineup

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Starting Pitcher: Choi Seong

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1st Batter: Kwon Geon-woo, Left Fielder, Busan Oceans

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2nd Batter: Cho Seung-hun, Center Fielder, Colorado

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3rd Batter: Choi Seong, Designated Hitter, Busan Oceans

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4th Batter: Yoon Jae-jun, Catcher, Busan Oceans

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5th Batter: Lee Byeong-hwan, First Baseman, Daejeon Hawks

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6th Batter: Ahn Hong-gyu, Shortstop, Seoul Triples

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7th Batter: Kim Seong-mu, Third Baseman, Seoul Magicians

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8th Batter: Park Min-ho, Second Baseman, Masan Wolves

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9th Batter: Gu Ja-cheol, Right Fielder, Daegu Cats

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The lineup was just as expected.

Go Gyeong-tae actually sighed in relief when he realized he was not starting.

I had told him several times not to feel pressured.

Still, he remained weak under pressure.

“Senior. Assume you’ll be in the starting lineup next game.”

“Huh...? O, okay...”

If he had stepped onto American soil as a national team player, he should play at least once.

Dreams should always be big.

That was my philosophy.

“Play ball!”

The game began under enormous cheers.

I calmly watched everything.

Japan batted first.

This Olympics had received criticism that world rankings should not decide batting order.

Because of that, home and away teams were determined through a coin toss.

It did not matter much.

Japan’s leadoff hitter was a player named Kenjiro.

“He’s troublesome right from the start. Let’s crush his confidence with velocity first.”

I nodded at Yoon Jae-jun’s words.

Kenjiro.

In my previous life, he dominated an era shortly before I entered Major League Baseball.

As an outfielder, he consistently recorded around two hundred hits in the Majors.

He also used his speed to win a stolen base title.

He would probably announce his retirement from international competition after this Olympics.

166 km/h.

A fast four-seam attacked the inside.

I could see the hitter admiring it.

Should I throw the same thing once more?

It was necessary to check my overall condition.

164 km/h.

Another fast pitch came in.

Kenjiro swung without hesitation.

Crack!

His reaction speed was shockingly fast.

Most hitters would watch pitches like that through the second one.

Still, it became a ground ball between the second baseman and shortstop.

What would happen?

Ahn Hong-gyu dove and caught it.

Then threw toward first without hesitation.

“Out!”

It was incredibly close.

Kenjiro looked toward the sky in disappointment before returning to the bench.

I gave Ahn Hong-gyu a thumbs-up.

If he was making plays like that from the beginning, his condition was good.

Fine.

Beating Japan at their best would not be bad either.

Still, I needed to adjust the pitch sequence.

I gave Yoon Jae-jun the Plan B sign.

Early innings, mix sliders, screwballs, and four-seam fastballs.

I planned to strengthen the effectiveness of my four-seam by placing good chase pitches around it.

Especially early in the game, I needed to use both inside and outside edges as much as possible.

After surviving around four innings like that, I would activate Plan C.

139 km/h.

A high-speed slider moved outside.

The right-handed hitter swung and missed.

The first pitch worked.

I calmly chose an outside screwball for the second.

130 km/h.

This time, the batter only watched.

He actually looked impressed by the angle of the pitch.

I calmly prepared the third pitch.

Then threw.

161 km/h.

A fast four-seam attacked inside.

The hitter swung through it.

Three-pitch strikeout.

The crowd’s cheering grew louder.

The atmosphere gradually became hotter.

Japan’s third hitter stared at me without expression even under that pressure.

From here, the real battle began.

Japan’s middle of the order was currently considered almost as strong as America’s dream team.

137 km/h.

The slider, now carrying much more spin, broke outside.

The third hitter recognized it.

He quickly put the bat on the ball.

But swinging at the first pitch became the problem.

He did not make proper contact.

The ball went directly into the first baseman’s glove.

“Out!”

The inning ended almost too easily.

Normally, hitters were supposed to watch the first pitch...

Japan’s offense ended quickly.

Now it was our turn.

Hoshino Yuki, who was increasingly treated like an ace just like me, was calmly warming up.

“You’re going to show us again, right?”

I could not confidently answer Go Gyeong-tae, who had become a benchwarmer.

Hoshino Yuki.

That guy had already added his new pitch.

I knew the future Hoshino Yuki.

After perfecting that special pitch, he rose into one of the best pitchers in the world.

But did he really learn it this early?

It seemed our meeting in Japan had become a trigger that changed his destiny.

I calmly waited for my turn.

I promised myself I would hit another home run.

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