A young man climbed a statue in the square to a height, holding a flag and waving it, with a Magic Amplifier around his neck, he shouted loudly, "Beautiful ladies, I am your beloved Ryder, welcome to gather for another training race with our ace speedsters!"
This person wasn't very popular; the reaction was lackluster.
Undeterred by the awkwardness, he continued, "Alright, in front of me are these twelve airships, every speedster you are familiar with, they are all extraordinary. You might as well guess, who will win today?"
A wave of banshee screeches erupted around, ordinary people grinned and covered their ears, retreating.
Zoe covered her ears, "Are these people crazy?"
"Pretty much," Dorothy elegantly covered her ears, sighed, "Oh, there are people like this everywhere, why are they so excited?"
