Cain followed his gaze and let out a small smile, "That's Rohan, one of our starting pitchers. He takes a little while to warm up to people, don't stress about it."
Ken nodded and threw it to the back of his mind. He wasn't naive enough to think that everybody would like him, nor did they need to. As long as he played well enough, he would quickly move through the ranks up to the Majors.
"Wanna throw so pitches?" Rick asked, his eyes showing his excitent.
"Ken won't be training today, he's got a dical evaluation and physical testing to do. As long as he passes, you'll be free to test out his arms." Coach Matthews interjected.
"Arms?"
"Oh you didn't know? Ken is a switch pitcher."
"HUH!? No way right…" Rick's jaw dropped as he looked at Ken for confirmation.
To see a grown man look at him this way, Ken felt a little uncomfortable.
"Y—Yes, but my right is faster." He admitted.
"Alright, you can see it tomorrow. Ken, let's go get you tested." Coach Matthews interrupted.
As the two walked away, Rick was still filled with disbelief. "I've only ever heard of a single switch pitcher before… Venditte."
Cain let out a small chuckle, "Have you been living under a rock old man? How have you never heard of Ken?"
Rick shrugged, "My daughter is starting primary school this year, I don't have ti to watch college ball."
"Forget college ball, the guy has been all over the dia since he beca a switch pitcher. He's like a celebrity." Cain replied, shaking his head.
"Well I don't even watch the TV these days apart from baseball." Rick complained.
"Yeah I guess you get all your news from the newspaper." Cain said, letting out a peel of laughter. Stay tuned to My Virtual Library Empire
"I'm only 34 you bastard!" He huffed.
Back in the facility, Ken was in the midst of his dical exam. He had completed one just a few days ago at the Detroit Ligers facility, but this one was far more expansive. Martin, the player developnt coach was also in attendance, marking down the information.
Ken passed with flying colors.
Next on the list was a consultation with the nutritionist to go over his diet and exercise routines. He was taken into an office and t with a woman nad Brittany. She looked to be in her mid twenties and wore a black dress with a high split in the leg.
The woman was as attractive as she was professional. Thankfully, Ken had long gotten over his awkwardness in front of pretty won thanks to his most recent trait; Insightful.
"So, can you give a run down of what you eat during the week and what your training regi is like?" Brittany asked, tapping her pen on the clipboard.
"Ah, it would probably be better if I showed you." Ken said, pulling out his phone. "Do you have an email address I can send my plan to?"
Though she was a little taken aback, the woman still nodded and sent through her work email.
A few monts later, Brittany opened up the email and scrolled through.
"10 mile run, calisthenics, yoga…" She nodded, it looked like a solid training plan.
"And you do this 3-4 tis a week?"
Ken shook his head, "This is my daily training regi. I try to fit so weight training in at least 3 tis per week, but I've been a little slack lately since I've been traveling so much." He admitted, feeling a little guilty.
Brittany's head snapped towards him, her expression filled with disbelief. "Y—You're pulling my leg right? This doesn't even include your baseball training…"
"Oh, right. I forgot to send that through." Ken replied, "I'll send it through now."
"W—Wait! You're being serious?"
…
The next 20 minutes included a stern lecture from the woman as she spoke about rest days and how she was surprised that Ken had yet to be injured from his grueling training regi.
Ken was a little taken aback, but he did not argue. The woman was not aware that between his fatigue managent skill and Mika's sleep protocol that would be fully recovered by the next day.
If it were anyone else, their body probably would have broken down by now. Ken nodded along until Brittany was satisfied, though he had no intention of changing his training plan. Mika knew his body's limits, there was no other better trainer than her.
Brittany let out a sigh, "Well, as long as you know now…"
She then proceeded to give out a new training plan which Ken accepted. He took a quick look and almost scoffed. This might be perfect for any professional athlete, but not so for Ken who had the system.
Although, so of the exercises did intrigue him.
"Okay, I've sent through so food suggestions. You'll need to ensure you et your protein macros every day, or risk capitalizing on your training benefits. Also, without carbohydrates, you'll lack the energy that your body requires."
Ken nodded. He knew about the latter, but was not aware of the term macros. He would need to do his own research in the future. Already, Ken forced himself to eat a lot of food to maintain his energy levels, if he could adjust his diet to achieve better results, why wouldn't he?
After saying his goodbyes, Ken spent the remainder of the day within the facility. By the end, he was ntally exhausted. He went through the teams playbook, the ga schedule and training camp details.
While he would report tomorrow for the first training session, he would not debut until getting the green light from the coaching staff. It just ant that Ken needed to prove that he was ready to play.
Ken was filled with confidence. As long as he could play like usual, it wouldn't be long until the coach's would be comfortable putting him in the lineup.
Or at least, that's what he hoped.
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