"This is called a status window, right?"
I asked myself as I stared at the floating letters, visible only to me.
Then a familiar voice caught up to me, a voice I could never forget.
"Good to see you. Are you the new coach?"
I turned around.
Chairman Hong.
A politician in my province, and the man who helped me when I was first starting out.
I clenched my fist.
He was also the father responsible for my son's unjust death.
His hand tapped my shoulder casually.
"My son will be under your care, so be sure to check him out, okay?"
So that bastard's son is here too.
I looked at my son, Eun-woo, who was watching the softball team practice with quiet focus.
I am not going to make the same mistakes again.
This time, I will make my son the ace and champion of the little league.
I turned back to Chairman Hong and put on a polite smile.
"I am not the new coach, unfortunately sir. We will be transferring schools."
"Wha, I mean, I am sorry, but are you sure?" Chairman Hong said in shock. "This is your old school, and one of the few top elementary baseball schools out here."
He tried to correct himself, clearly flustered by my words.
But my decision was already made.
"Yes, Chairman Hong. This time, I am sure."
Chairman Hong was taken aback. After a brief pause, he sighed in disappointment and walked away with his assistant.
My son and I went back into the school to speak with the teachers about the transfer.
An hour passed.
The discussion finally ended. The principal was reluctant, just like Chairman Hong, but in the end he accepted the transfer request under the reason of family circumstances.
As we left the building, we passed by the field where the current softball team was training.
A sudden bright light blinded me.
The mechanical voice echoed
again.
"A great potential for baseball growth has been found. Showing stats for Richard Hong."
_________________________
Name: Richard Hong
Condition: tired
Strength: 4.3
Speed: 4
Agility: 4
Intelligent: 7
Potential: Platinum above
__________________________
I was shocked.
So he did not become an ace with only the help of his father.
With skills like these, his stats were already close to those of fourth to sixth graders, yet he was still only in second grade.
Even so, I will crush all of you.
Just you wait.
With my son asleep in my arms, I walked away from the field where I once played and coached in the past.
And this was the start of our journey.