There he is. It’s somehow as if he’s been gifted by god, or something.

He’s never missed a single put. Never. Not even once. You stare, in shock, as he is on the road toward winning yet another tournament. As you are rivalling him in golf, you can’t help but watch in awe. He’s on a completely different level…

As you see his shoulder-length, red hair and beautiful and piercing eyes look at you, he spoke.

Lancelot: calm as ever “It’s your turn.”