Moogletown was quiet and covered with a calm atmosphere; with Jecht and the otherworldly stranger, the mood differed to the settlement’s.
The alcohol showed through the redness of his cheeks, even after the short respite. Gaining balance on his feet, Jecht slowly approached the...
'Machina... Suits you...' Jecht commented, muttering the last part to himself.
'I'd be the one and only Jecht, THE blitzball ace, at your service!'














