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Eijun's grandiose image of being useful.
[Drabble.]
Eijun stopped trying to pitch for the nth time—nth because he has lost count—because he was tired of picturing his own face on the net at which he pitched. He wants to make a difference now not later, not when there is no one to see his growth. He wants to be seen standing proud on the mound, cap pulled down low and grin full toothed, posture straight and steady, waiting for the call. Eijun wants the sun to bear down on him, making him sweat, the bleachers filled to their brims, roaring out loud: “One more out!”