But he clearly saw the strength of his upcoming opponents. He didn't know who he would face, but everyone else was in the same situation, only one win away from the top six. Could he win? Could he beat those who were better, even older and more talented than him? His heart wavered. But he really wanted to win, desperately so. He wanted to prove himself, prove that one day, he might be able to stand tall in front of her, speaking his heart out. Even though he might still shy away then, at least wouldn't he have a tiny bit of qualification by then?
Being whipped around, usually ends badly. This phrase is something he'd heard from many people. But the fact there are still so many being whipped around in this world is due to the longing for inner beauty, isn't it? Pure fondness is also a kind of inner satisfaction. At least that's what he thought. Therefore, no matter what, he had to win, he must win this time. At least in his heart, only then would he be qualified to approach her.
