It wasn't just that fan.
Even though the others hadn't spoken, they held the same brightness in their eyes; the same determination, warmth and inability to be destroyed.
It was as though they had placed all their dreams onto one person.
Somehow, the youngster ahead of them was no longer just their idol, but also someone they placed their dreams on.
The screen started a five minute countdown and the scene started to change.
The shoutcasters positioned themselves, adjusting the microphones to test the volume.
The youngster, meanwhile, remained stationary.
Sister Turtle came out from the group of fans, looking very much like an authoritative older sister. " Rather than feel apologetic, why don't you give us a good match without any interest or manipulation, a match that would shake up the National League. Aren't you capable of that?"
