Chapter 691: Some Truth?
“Have you ever watched baseball?”
Sol immediately understood that he was dreaming. A dream that brought back memories he thought he had forgotten in their entirety at this point in his life.
They were memories from a more peaceful time. From a time when he resided in a world with no power or magic. When his greatest worry was his notes and finding a good job in the future after graduating.
Sol had once been completely ignorant about baseball, but during his university years, he had no choice but to watch it.
His memories of those times were faint at best, but one of his roommates was a baseball fan— the kind who would wear a jersey and paint his face while paying exorbitant prices for first-row tickets.
For Sol, who was constantly bored with life at the time, such an amount of relentless passion was truly intriguing ways he was unable to articulate at the time.
— What the hell are they even talking about…? He once wondered while listening to his friends.
At first, it was all confusing. The rules, the way points were scored— it didn’t make much sense most of the time. Batting averages? On-base percentages?
None of it clicked with him, but as time passed, he was (forcefully)trained to watch baseball, developed a favorite team, and eventually found himself celebrating wins and sulking over losses.