Chapter 118: World Champion

Basco arrives in his home country of Ghana.

Basco: I know I was born here but I lived the majority of my life in America. Why would I be sent here?

He finds his grandmother's house and walks in.

Basco: Pati, are you still here? It's me, Basco.

No answer. He searches the house and finds no one.

Basco: I guess time took it's cource. We weren't on the best terms the last time we talked. I gave her everythig I could except for my time. I wish I could've fixed things with her while she still around.

He sits down on the ground, now completely alone. After a few minutes he gets up.

Basco: Well, might as well keep living my life. This was a waste of time, time to head back.

He exits the house but finds a letter. He opens it and starts to smile.

Basco: Looks like it's my lucky day. That bum has one more opportunity for me. But it's not like I have a ticket to fly to America. Maybe I can make it if I fly on a bunch of level nine kites, I just have to get lucky.