The van hummed along the highway, carrying Seiryuu High's flag football team toward Makuhari Messe. The tension inside wasn't from nerves about the upcoming games—at least not entirely. It was the presence of Jack Mercer, the living legend, sitting in the van's cramped space as if this was just another day. Yet, to everyone else, it felt like they'd stepped into a dream.
Sitting across from him, Ouji—ever the observant one—seemed to be the first to gather his thoughts. His white hair glinted slightly in the sunlight as he leaned forward, his gaze fixed on Jack with unbridled admiration. He cleared his throat, the van quieting even more. "Excuse me, sir," Ouji began in flawless English, his words smooth and precise. "I am a big fan. Your tactics are well-known, even in my country. It is an honor to meet you."
