Daigo has the face and the personality of your average Japanese man because he's like the salaryman Japan deserves, but not the one it values right now. So we'll punish him. Because he can endure it. Because he's not our hero. He's a brooding pillar, a tireless contributor. A true slave of the corporate world.
Yeah, that's right, he's just a plot device conceived by a tired, bitter, veteran manga artist to sell magazines and books. Nothing more, nothing less. In the twenty-first century, in the year of 2024, readers don't have any more need for baseball manga heroes. Mitsuda may be old, but he's not stupid, he knew this from the start. You're almost fifteen now, and you're not even 160cm tall, do you really think you can play baseball with that body? Don't be ridiculous. All you're good for is pain and punishment. An average face, maybe a little cute from the right angle on the right day if anything, a mediocre body for a man, and no particular baseball talents. Yeah, we've been way too nice up until now. What was it, the reason for your mental breakdown? Your friend said a couple of mean things to you? That won't do. That won't do at all. A broken arm, that will be good for a start. Don't be scared, let alone a baseball boy, can any boy really say he had a childhood if he didn't have a few broken bones through the years? We'll (re)build up slowly, and soon even the pain of having cigarettes burned on your skin will feel like a feather on your cheek or the light breeze at dawn. Fall down, be broken down, get up, and then fall down again. If you wish to call yourself Shigeno Goro's son, you can do at least this much, right?
𝕄 𝔸 𝔻 𝔼 𝔽 𝕆 ℝ ℝ 𝕐 𝕆 ℕ 𝔸