Ultimate Cash System
Chapter 156: Going to See Baseball Match.

Chapter 156: Going to See Baseball Match.

The day after their dessert adventure, Lukas woke up refreshed, his body a bit sore from all the walking but his mind still swimming with the sweet tastes of the previous evening. The sky outside was a perfect shade of blue, and the breeze that came in from the balcony was cool and smelled faintly of city flowers and distant food stalls. Today felt like another day for something new.

Yaho entered the suite with her usual energetic step, holding a cup of cold tea. "Morning, boss. Anything special today?"

Lukas leaned back on the couch, flipping through channels. "Yeah, actually. I heard there’s a baseball game this afternoon. Thought it might be fun to watch."

"You like baseball?"

He shrugged. "I played once in the States, for the Phillies. Just a one-time exhibition game. Did a few pitches, struck everyone out. Something like 125 miles per hour. People made a big deal out of it, but I didn’t think much of it."

Yaho’s eyes widened. "You pitched for the Phillies? That’s insane!"

"Yeah, well," Lukas smiled. "It was just a fluke. I don’t even know the rules properly. But let’s go. I wanna see how the Japanese games feel."

They headed out after lunch. Lukas wore a baseball cap, sunglasses, and a relaxed outfit. Yaho matched his pace, a camera bag slung over her shoulder just in case. The stadium they were going to was the famous Tokyo Dome, home to the Yomiuri Giants.

As soon as they reached the stadium, Lukas could tell the vibe was totally different. Families, couples, school kids—all in bright jerseys and waving little flags. The air was buzzing with excitement. Vendors sold fried chicken, yakitori, and cold drinks. Some stalls even had tiny collectible bobbleheads of players.

Lukas and Yaho found their seats in the premium box, with a perfect view of the pitch. The dome echoed with chants, drums, and coordinated cheering from the fans.

About fifteen minutes in, someone walking by suddenly paused in front of their row.

"Wait... you’re Lukas, right? The guy who played in the MLB for that charity game? The 125mph pitcher?"

Lukas blinked. He’d thought the sunglasses would be enough.

"Yeah, I guess I am."

The guy, now grinning wide, called over his friends. Within minutes, a few baseball enthusiasts and even a couple of local journalists started hovering nearby, whispering and pointing.

"That pitch! You didn’t let a single player get a hit! They still replay that game on TikTok!"

Yaho leaned over, chuckling. "You might need more than sunglasses if this keeps up."

Lukas just waved it off. "Let them talk. We’re here for the game."

After the small rush of attention died down, they got back to enjoying the match. The crowd was passionate but respectful. Lukas noticed how coordinated the fans were—specific songs and chants for each player, balloons rising during the seventh inning stretch, and cheer squads on both sides of the field.

Midway through the game, a small girl with her father came over shyly and asked for a photo. Lukas smiled gently, took off his sunglasses, and posed with her.

"I remember you!" she said happily. "My brother watches you on YouTube!"

"Tell him I said hi," Lukas replied.

As the game stretched on, Lukas and Yaho kept snacking on stadium food. They tried karaage, sweet potato sticks, and even some ice cream in a helmet-shaped bowl. Lukas looked relaxed, happy just soaking up the normal life for a change.

He didn’t care who won the game. For him, the joy was in being surrounded by people, in the noise of the crowd, in the sound of the bat hitting the ball and the organized chaos of the field.

When the game ended, a few fans waved goodbye at him. A couple of kids tried to mimic his throwing pose.

Back outside, under the setting sun, Yaho looked at him. "So? Was it worth it?"

"Yeah," Lukas said. "You know, that was more fun than pitching ever was."

They stopped at a street-side stand near the stadium and grabbed some takoyaki before heading back.

Later that night, Lukas flopped onto the couch, full and a little sun-kissed from the bright lights of the stadium.

"I think I like baseball now," he muttered.

Yaho, flipping through the day’s photos on her phone, smiled without looking up. "You just like being noticed."

Lukas chuckled. "Maybe. But I also like days that don’t need me to do anything insane. Just watch, eat, and chill."

He poured himself some cold tea, and outside the city lights blinked quietly, another page in his Tokyo diary ending in peace.

After the thrilling yet relaxed experience at the baseball stadium, Lukas and Yaho made their way back to the car. The sky was starting to turn a soft orange, dusk creeping in slowly across the Tokyo skyline. Lukas leaned his head against the window, staring out at the glinting lights of the city. He was calm but still buzzing with energy from the recognition at the stadium.

As they were cruising through the quieter parts of the city, Lukas suddenly sat up and turned to Yaho.

"Hey, do you remember that anime I told you about? The one with the school on top of a hill? I think it’s called Spring Blossoms High. I just realized... your old school looked like it. Can we go there? Just to see it?"

Yaho tilted her head. "You want to go see my high school? Like right now?"

Lukas nodded like an excited kid. "Yeah, right now. It’s one of the few schools I’ve actually remembered from an anime. I always thought they exaggerated how beautiful the location was, but you once told me yours is the same, right?"

Yaho chuckled and gave the driver the directions. "Alright. It’s not far from here anyway. You’ll like it."

Twenty minutes later, the car turned into a narrow street lined with trees, and soon enough, the school gates appeared. A big cherry blossom tree stood near the entrance, even though it wasn’t spring, its leaves rustled softly in the breeze. The building had an elegant old-Japanese design mixed with modern architecture—white walls, large windows, and a red-tiled roof.

Lukas stepped out of the car and stared in awe. "Yo... they didn’t exaggerate anything. This place really looks like it came out of an anime."

He slowly walked up to the gates, peeking inside. Students had already left for the day, but the janitor let them in after Yaho talked to him. The school grounds were silent except for the rustle of wind and the faint chirping of cicadas.

"That was my homeroom over there," Yaho pointed casually as they walked along the path. "And that hill over there is where the seniors would do their final goodbyes during graduation."

Lukas quietly took it all in. He stood near the edge of the field, watching the buildings turn golden under the setting sun.

"Man... I feel like I’m inside an episode right now," he said. "Like I’m about to hear the ending theme song and see credits roll."

Yaho laughed. "Maybe you should’ve gone to school here. You could’ve been the weird transfer student from America."

"With a secret," Lukas added with a smirk. "Like I’m actually an ex-baseball pro who’s trying to live a normal life."

They both laughed. The quiet mood turned warm, the air filled with soft nostalgia.

As they continued their little tour, Lukas took photos of almost everything—the view from the classroom window, the bench under the tree, the narrow stairway at the back of the school. Yaho, watching him, felt a strange kind of comfort. Like they were rewinding time.

Eventually, they sat down on the same bench under the tree.

"You know," Lukas said, leaning back, "I came to Japan for business, for the adventure, for all the crazy stuff. But days like this? They hit different."

Yaho nodded slowly. "Yeah. Sometimes you don’t need anything special to remember a place."

The sky had darkened, but neither of them were in a rush to leave. It wasn’t just about visiting a school. It was a small piece of someone’s past meeting someone else’s dream.

Lukas stood up finally, stretching. "Alright. Let’s get back. I’m probably gonna dream in anime style tonight."

Yaho grinned. "Just don’t expect a beach episode next."

They both laughed again and walked side by side back to the car, the quiet school fading behind them like the ending scene of a slice-of-life episode.

It was another unexpected, peaceful moment in Lukas’s whirlwind journey across Japan. And it was exactly what he didn’t know he needed.

The car ride back from the high school was quiet but full of thoughts. Lukas gazed out the window as the city lights flickered on, casting their neon reflections on the glossy Tokyo streets. Yaho was also lost in her own memories, perhaps reflecting on her school days. The soft hum of traffic filled the space between them, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. It was the kind of silence that comes after something meaningful.

After a while, Lukas turned his head and asked casually, "Hey... I feel like eating something real tonight. Like heavy. You know what I mean?"

Yaho looked over and smiled knowingly. "Let me guess. Steak?"

Lukas grinned. "You read my mind."

Without missing a beat, Yaho gave the driver the name of a well-known steakhouse in Roppongi, a place she had visited only once but remembered well. It was one of those high-end places with soft lighting, open grills, and cuts of meat that melted like butter.

The car pulled up to the entrance just as the night had fully settled in. A valet opened their door, and Lukas stepped out, breathing in the savory aroma that already lingered around the entrance. The place looked upscale but not too formal. Comfortable.

They were seated at a table near the open kitchen, where chefs in black uniforms moved swiftly with precision and pride. The atmosphere was warm, buzzing softly with laughter and sizzling meat.

Lukas looked through the menu and said, "This is serious. They’ve got A5 Wagyu and even Kobe cuts here. I feel like I should be wearing a tux."

Yaho chuckled. "You’re good. You’re wearing sneakers with confidence, that’s all that matters."

They both placed their orders—Lukas went all in with the A5 Wagyu sirloin, medium rare, with grilled vegetables and garlic butter potatoes on the side. Yaho chose a ribeye steak with a glass of red wine.

As they waited, a waiter brought them some complimentary bread and a small amuse-bouche—a bite-sized beef tartare with microgreens and truffle oil.

"Okay," Lukas said after popping the tiny dish into his mouth, "this is gonna be one of those dinners I remember for a long time."

When the steaks arrived, they were plated beautifully, the aroma rich and mouth-watering. Lukas took his first bite and leaned back slightly.

"Oh man... it’s like butter. This is insane."

Yaho nodded, her own eyes closing slightly as she savored her first bite. "Totally worth it."

They didn’t talk much as they ate, just enjoying the food. Occasionally Lukas would point out something on his plate or let out an appreciative sound. Yaho would smile and sip her wine.

Once the plates were cleared, they ordered dessert—a molten chocolate cake with vanilla bean ice cream and a matcha creme brûlée.

Lukas leaned back in his chair, satisfied and full. "Alright, I’m calling it. This is the perfect end to the day. Baseball, anime school, and steak. That’s like my holy trinity."

Yaho laughed, resting her chin on her hand. "You live like an anime character, you know that?"

"I’ll take that as a compliment."

By the time they left the steakhouse, the streets had quieted down. The city was still glowing, but the rush had faded. They walked slowly to the car, both of them calm and satisfied.

It was the kind of night that asked for no more adventure. Just peace, good food, and a little company.

Back in the suite, Lukas changed into something comfortable, poured himself a glass of chilled water, and sat by the window looking over the Tokyo skyline. He thought about the day—how it started normal and ended somewhere unforgettable.

In his head, he was already narrating it like a story.

Then he smiled to himself.

Yeah, this trip was turning out pretty damn good.