"When you eat, do you use your left hand or your right hand to hold chopsticks?"
Zhang Han's childhood mories were already hazy. Even with an IQ over 130, those early fragnts were scattered and unclear.
But he could answer this question.
Once, Lan He had been chatting with her colleagues right in front of him. One of them complained that her child always used their left hand to eat.
"Actually, it doesn't matter whether you use your left or right hand," another colleague said. "So people even say that habitual left-handedness is a sign of genius."
Lan He smiled and exchanged pleasantries.
"Your Hanhan is so smart. Why doesn't he use his left hand?"
The colleague sounded a little irritated.
"Who says he doesn't?" Lan He laughed. "He did when he was little. I corrected him a couple of tis, and he changed."
At the ti, Zhang Han hadn't paid much attention to the conversation.
But now, hearing Coach Kataoka's question, the mory resurfaced clearly.
"I used my left hand."
When Zhang Han answered, Coach Kataoka and Takashima Rei exchanged glances and nodded slightly.
"Since you joined the team, we've conducted multiple tests and evaluations to determine your future direction," Coach Kataoka said calmly. "At first, we didn't consider your left hand at all. Judging solely from your right-handed pitching, your potential has already been largely developed."
Zhang Han listened quietly.
"Objectively speaking, you have solid fundantals and so potential. But your ceiling as a pitcher is limited. You won't reach Hidezawa's level. Your pitches lack defining characteristics. They're straight, chanical, almost like balls coming out of a pitching machine. There's no late movent. Your velocity and control are good, but not enough to beco true finishing weapons."
Zhang Han was montarily speechless.
In truth, he had sensed sothing similar during the team's welco match.
Kawakami's talent as a pitcher wasn't outstanding.
Not just the coaches. Even Zhang Han could tell.
Kawakami still had plenty of room to improve, which ant his potential hadn't been fully tapped.
Zhang Han, on the other hand, had already received professional training at Matsukata Little League and had practiced pitching for three full years.
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For soone his age, most of his natural talent had already been excavated.
Compared this way, Coach Kataoka's assessnt was fair.
His path as a pitcher wasn't impossible.
But it wouldn't go very far.
"From the team's perspective," Takashima Rei continued, "having you pitch can strengthen our lineup to so extent. But for you personally, it would be a waste of ti. After discussion, the coaching staff decided not to train you as a pitcher, but to focus on you as a shortstop. If you want long-term developnt and a possible future in professional baseball, this is the better path."
Zhang Han's eyes stung slightly.
At that mont, he felt incredibly fortunate to be at Seido.
This was a team that didn't sacrifice players' futures for short-term results.
Their original philosophy hadn't changed. They still prioritized developnt.
Being able to join such a school was truly his luck.
However, one question lingered.
If everything Takashima Rei said was true, why was he still required to do pitching drills alongside his fielding practice?
Wasn't that inefficient?
The confusion on Zhang Han's face was obvious. The leaders of the Seido Baseball Club imdiately understood.
"Don't misunderstand," Takashima Rei said. "Our judgnt isn't based on one or two gas. It requires long-term observation. That's why you continued pitching practice. And it was during that process that we discovered sothing important."
She looked at him steadily.
"Your left hand is stronger than your right."
So that was it.
Zhang Han nodded in understanding.
"Director, does that an you called here to have switch to left-handed pitching?"
His sharp intuition made Takashima Rei smile with pride.
After all, Zhang Han was soone she had personally recruited.
If he succeeded, it reflected well on her too.
"We discovered your left-hand advantage two weeks before the Sumr Tournant," Kataoka said. "But at that point, it was too late to make changes. Switching wouldn't just affect your pitching. Your hitting, your fielding, your entire system would need to be rebuilt."
Zhang Han imdiately understood.
Such a change required ti.
If he failed to adapt, his original chanics could collapse, and his overall performance might decline.
That would be disastrous for both him and the team.
"The Sumr Tournant isn't over yet," Zhang Han said slowly. "And after that, there's Koshien…"
"Yes," Kataoka nodded. "But we've already completed our basic objective. Now we must think about autumn and next year. If we wait until the last minute, it'll be too late."
He continued, "We didn't call you here to have you start practicing imdiately. We want to discuss your future and design a personal training plan for the second sester."
"There's nothing to discuss," Zhang Han replied without hesitation. "I trust the Director and the coaches completely. You make the plan. I'll follow it. Whether that ans training as a fielder only or continuing pitching as well, I have no objections."
His tone was sincere.
Zhang Han did have his own ideas about the future.
But compared to the plans carefully crafted by Coach Kataoka and the coaching staff, his thoughts felt insignificant.
If what they proposed was right, why wouldn't he follow it?
He was soone who listened to advice and accepted good counsel.
"We will design the most comprehensive plan possible," Kataoka said. "But there are risks you must understand. As a position player, you're already successful. Changing now guarantees nothing. If it fails, it could affect your current achievents."
"That's fine," Zhang Han replied calmly. "If it doesn't work, I'll just switch back."
"You're oversimplifying it," Kataoka said firmly. "Whether left-handed pitching works can't be judged quickly. You'll need ti to develop it to a aningful level. Control, velocity, breaking balls, unique traits—everything must be rebuilt from scratch."
He paused.
"Even with experience, it will take at least one or two months, possibly longer. That's enough ti for your body to form new muscle mory. Once that happens, your old habits and rhythm may be affected."
The room fell silent.
"Go back and think carefully," Kataoka finally said. "Give your answer by the night after tomorrow."
"Are you willing to take this risk?"
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