Training (1)

The next morning, Ken arrived back at UPMC park, the SeaWolves home ground for practice. He had already gone for a morning run in the area. Since his hotel was near the lake, he was able to run nearby, enjoying the scenery.

He walked into the locker room and placed down his bags. Ken had arrived early for practice, but he didn't seem to be the first there.

After getting changed into the uniform he'd received yesterday, Ken laced up his cleats and made his way onto the field. The jersey was red, almost crimson. It stuck out, and Ken didn't really like the color.

Of course he would never say this out loud.

'I wonder who is here.' Ken thought, his eyes scanning the empty field. There was a bag already in the locker room, so it meant that someone had arrived before him.

Yet even as he looked around, he couldn't see anyone.

'Maybe the bullpen?'