Listen to my story.

This may be our last chance.

***

Boy # 1: Can you sign this?

Tidus: No prob!

Boy # 2: Please?

Tidus: Alrighty.

Boy # 3: Me too!

Tidus: Take it easy.

***

Girl # 1: Can I have your autograph?

Tidus: Of course!

Girl # 2: Good luck tonight!

Tidus: Nothing to worry about!

Tidus: Oh, if I score a goal…

Tidus: I’ll do this!

Tidus: That’ll mean it was for you, okay?

Tidus: What seat?

Girl # 1: East block in the front row!

Girl # 2: Fifth from the right!

Tidus: Got it!

***

Tidus: Well, gotta go! Cheer for me!

Boy # 1: …two, three!

Boy # 1: Teach us how to blitz!

Boy # 2: Teach us how to blitz!

Boy # 3: Teach us how to blitz!

Tidus: Hey, I got a game to play!

Boy # 2: Then teach us after!

Tidus: Maybe tonight…um…well…

Fayth: You can’t tonight.

Tidus: I mean…tomorrow.

Boy # 3: Promise?

Tidus: Promise!

***

Zanar: I was in a coffee shop, running away from home when I heard the
news.

Zanar: Our hero, Jecht, gone. Vanished into thin air!

Zanar: My dad must have been his biggest fan. I knew how sad he’d be.
Heck, we all were that day.

Zanar: “Zanar,” I says to myself, “What are you thinking?”

Zanar: I went running straight back home. We sat up talking ‘bout Jecht
all night.

Zanar: My dad and I never talked so much. Whoa…Didn’t mean to
reminisce, folks.

Zanar: Anyway…Ten years later, the Jecht Memorial Cup tournament is
today!

Zanar: The two teams that have won throught the finals are…of course,
the Abes from A-East, and the Duggles from C-South.

Zanar: I know there’s a lot of people out there today to see the star
of the Abes!

Zanar: In just one year, he’s become the team’s number one player!

Zanar: He’s Jecht’s blood, and the new hope of blitzball! What kind of
super play will he show us today?