Before Jesse left the stadium, Bayo wished him the best of luck, telling him he hoped to play with Jesse professionally on the same field someday.
"Keep trying," Bayo had urged. "I'm sure you'll make it."
"You bet." Jesse had replied as he shook hands with Bayo.
However, deep in his heart, he thought otherwise. What had happened at the trials today was a huge wake up call for him. As it was in this country, it seemed talent wasn't the key to closed doors — money was.
And that door wasn't going to open up for him no matter the amount of talent he had and hardwork he put in. That was the cold reality.
Jesse wasn't even sure how he would break the news to his mother of not getting into the academy.
How would he begin?
Jesse scowled. 'I need to clear my head.'
He took a bus back home to Mushin, but instead of heading straight home, he decided to go to the community field to sort out his turbulent state of mind.
