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Ace Attorney Best Case Tournament | Round 1, Part 24

5-1 | Turnabout Countdown

AAI1-3 | The Kidnapped Turnabout

Voting ended onFeb 23

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the start of my favorite chapter.

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"You sure you wanna ask that? It seems kinda personal..."

The match had only 10 more minutes to go, and from what it seemed like, Barca's chances of winning were very slim now. Score was 5-1, and the only goal scored by Barca was actually an accidental self-goal by number 18 from Madrid.

Sure, there were 2 more goals scored by other players too, but those weren't really counted due to it being an offside. 8 minutes to go, and someone just fouled Pedri Gonzalez real bad. It's next to impossible to defeat Real Madrid now.

I continued jotting down certain points to include in my article, waiting for Amanda to react. "It IS personal." She finally sighs, finishing learning all of her questions. "You really think it's appropriate to ask a question as invasive as that, given the current circumstances?" I raise my brow at her.

"You don't get it Y/N. I HAVE to ask him that." She frowns. "I really think you shouldn't." I mumble, sipping on some water, eyeing the frustrated player who just banged his fists against the ground before getting up and tripping someone.

Oop-

"What's the worst that could happen?" She then shrugs, brushing her nervousness off, pretending as if she never witnessed number 30's reaction. "Oh, I don't know... Probably his PR team suing you?" I reply casually.

"And his crazy fangirls hiring people on the Dark Web to assassinate you." I think about it a little. "Oh, and the whole interview backfiring on you, resulting in it failing miserably, and you losing your job." I list, before she shot me a glare, somewhat tensed up.

"Or maybe he'll just ignore you and walk past." I gulp, and she just rolls her eyes, looking away, her gorgeous green eyes following the sprinting player, who was just tackled by number 11. "He sure doesn't seem like the sorts to go down without a fight." She murmurs, watching him trip 11 the very next minute.

Yep, that's the spirit!

Unfortunately, it was a foul, and now Madrid had to take a penalty kick. Two more minutes were left, and we all knew that Barca's fate had already been sealed that minute, but none of the players actually appeared to have lost any hope yet.

The determination was impressive. Won't forget to mention this in my article. As I finished noting that point, I saw number 36 take the penalty kick, but before it could go inside the goal, one of the players from Barca leaped up high, and managed to block it with his face.

He fell to the ground, clutching his forehead, but was quickly helped up by his fellow teammate. He certainly wasn't the sorts to shy away from danger, now was he? Pablo Martin Páez fucking Gavira. Alright, at this point, it sounds more like a sentence than a name.

Gavi, it is!

And yes, that was him right now too, who was charging towards the opponent's goalpost, effortlessly dodging the defenders that came at him, trying to tackle him, or perhaps, even trip him. But he was unstoppable!

And right when he was about to score...

"GOAL!" Majority of the stadium shot up and roared and applauded and cheered, but unfortunately, the match had already ended, right before the goal was scored. Just 4 seconds before the ball entered the goal. Dang.

Tears filled the confused scorer's bruised face, but they weren't tears of sorrow. They were the tears of failure, and the anger than came along with it. He looked around, defenseless, but when his fellow teammates approached him, he just took off in the other direction, and towards the lockers.

My eyes widened at the sight I just witnessed. It was a good match, but I couldn't help but feel bad for the player. Not just because he lost the game, but because I knew that he had a lot more coming for him soon.

"You sure you wanna ask him that?" I turn to my flustered best friend, who was shamelessly ogling over Gonzalez, not ever bothered about what just happened to the paparazzi's latest victim. "Amanda!" I call louder.

My voice seemed to have snapped Amanda outta whatever trance she was put under, and her hungry eyes just roamed around the field, looking for Gavi, who was obviously no where to be seen. Before any of us could say anything, our attention was captured by several reporters and journalists, sprinting towards the locker room that the player had just entered.

"C'mon, this way!"