People near the wall began playing an instrument that resembled a violin. It was a fierce, pulsating melody.
"O-Oma Saharu!" *Pan! Pan! Papapan!*
"Our hero!" *Pan! Pan! Papapan!*
"O-Oma Saharu!" *Pan! Pan! Papapan!*
"Our hope!" *Pan! Pan! Papapan!*
The audience's chant was also in perfect form.
To meet their expectations, I guess I have no choice but to make a champion-like entrance.
I thrust both arms out in front of my body, making my whole body tremble slightly as I walked forward in time with the music. My thumbs, index fingers, and middle fingers were straight, ring fingers pointed straight down, and pinkies slightly curled. My wrists were crossed over each other.
After walking for a bit, I raised both arms above my head and shook them fiercely back and forth in short bursts.
The applause exploded. They probably thought my movements were some kind of pre-battle dance or ritual from a warrior tribe.
