Archive of Our Own

Summary:

They told him the world was too big for a boy with a loud voice and a simple heart.

They said the ocean was a graveyard for dreams, and that the lights of the Major Leagues were bright enough to swallow any small spark. But they forgot one thing: Sawamura Eijun was never just a spark.

He was a sun that had been rising since the dirt of first timeline, climbing higher through the storms of Seidou, and burning through the pressure of Koshien. Now, he stands on a mound made of foreign clay, under a sky filled with unfamiliar constellations. 🌌

In the Major Leagues, every pitch is a heartbeat. In the World Championship, every strikeout is a legend.

Old friends watch from across the sea, rivals wait with bated breath, and the world holds its collective air as he winds up. The gold on his jersey may be new, and the language may be different, but the left arm remains the same—a golden whip of lightning and light. ⚾️⚡️

The stars are beautiful, but they only come out at night.
The Sun is here now. And it’s time to wake up the world.