Moss turned to look at Old Mur and saw him holding an open envelope in his hand. Old Mur cleared his throat and continued, "Considering the elite training program's history, we have always awarded a Best Spirit award."
Old Mur paused and read the envelope's contents seriously. Before he could read the recipient's name, someone in the crowd had already shouted Moss's name.
"Isn't it obvious who the winner is?! You already called Moss back to the stage before he could leave."
"The chief instructor could've at least been more suspenseful."
"Yeah, I agree. Moss has two trophies in his hands and a medal around his neck. The chief instructor could've let Moss put them aside before going back on stage."
"It seems like Old Mur cherishes time like his life."
Old Mur felt helpless because Red Spider only handed him the envelope as Moss left the stage. He opened the envelope and saw Moss's name again, so he stopped Moss without much thought.