Hiro entered the field. He could audibly hear the cheers erupting forth in the stand. He could palpably feel the excitement. The electrifying atmosphere made his pulse hasten. Hiro could feel the support of the crowd.
While advancing, he swept his gaze around.
The sight of a sea of supporters clad in the colors of Barcelona enthralled him. The sight was marvelous and intimidating at the same time.
Hiro was standing before a packed stadium and the opposing supporters were openly hostile toward him. Well, he had snubbed their offer.
Even so, he remained unfazed by the hostile jeers. He couldn't care less about their jeers. They could jeer all they wanted but he wouldn't care.
He was here to perform.
There was a time, he dreamt of playing here. However, he dreamt of playing here in front of a packed crowd that supported him.
Though he had managed to fulfill that dream of his, the scenario wasn't something he had expected. Right now, he was their enemy.
