Taking on the Fierce Showa Era with Data Baseball

An entire life dedicated to baseball, lost due to a right shoulder injury, quietly began again at the twilight of the Showa era.
It was a time when men risked their youth to pursue the dream of a living playing the white-ball sport. On the diamond, sweat flowed freely, shouts roared, and boys ran until the soles of their shoes wore down.

“Don’t drink water; endure it with grit!”.
“If you get injured, ignore the pain and keep running!”.
“Teamwork is learned from your seniors’ backs!”.

The Showa era’s blazing fervor tempered both baseball and the boys who played it.

Among them was a solitary boy who always carried a notebook with him. He stood out from the others because he was the smallest and quietest, but his eyes, which meticulously observed every action during the game, seemed to predict the future. The trajectory of the hits, the habits of each pitcher, the gaps in the defense…

In an era where everyone played baseball with sheer fighting spirit, he was the only one with an infallible method for winning.

He had nothing against the traditions of the Showa era, but he had no intention of swallowing them whole.

Amid the sweat and dirt of the field, the seeds of “a baseball that thinks” were beginning to sprout.

In the scorching Showa era, his intelligence persevered amid the flames.