Souma then leaned in close and whispered the prompt into Jiho's ear. Jiho remained completely unflinched, his jaw set as he turned back to face his team with supreme confidence.
"Alright, let's win this!" Jiho declared.
Nagisa and his side leaned forward, watching Jiho's every move intently.
Taking a deep, dramatic sigh, Jiho slowly raised an imaginary trophy high above his
head, holding it up for all to see.
"Um, trophy!" Gaku echoed instantly.
"No, a tournament?" Takezu blurted out, narrowing his eyes.
"Umm, World Cup winner!" Nagisa guessed.
Jiho shook his head, gestured vaguely to all of them, and then raised the imaginary trophy high once more.
"Umm, a trophy-winning team?" Raya blurted out.
"France, the recent winners?" Senji echoed, squinting at Jiho's gestures.
Jiho shook his head again. He reached down, pinched the fabric over his heart, pulled it tight, and passionately kissed the imaginary badge on his chest.
