“No, no, he means these fans.” He held up a couple of the purple uchiwa hand fans - Minoru’s favorite color.

“While yes I do mean those fans, to Mick’s point - you were on television in our world. If you do well in the finals, the Fan Man may very well have a literal Fan Club. There is a degree of celebrity to be attained as a professional athlete in an extreme sport.”

He probably wouldn’t be a household name like the Spiders were in their world, at least not any time soon, but that kind of advice wouldn’t hurt.

“Really?” He looked to both Mick and Isamu. “Me? Famous?”