Maka is crying on the side of a cliff, all alone, not even the moonlight making her company
>Then a Stranger casually sits at her side
>"What's wrong?" Despite the circumstances Maka felt a weird sense of ease around this individual
>"... It's over for me. Someone's been spreading rumors about me, saying that I'm a cuck, a degenerate... I... I don't know what to do... Even if I win my fight they might still say those things about me..."
>The stranger quietly listens, and ruminates for a couple of minutes before answering with a firm yet soothing voice
>"People used to say the same things about me... Cuckold, Bootlicker, Cucky... For a brief moment it felt like too much. But before it could get into my head I always remembered those faces, the faces of the people I love. Then I remember those words."
>The stranger smiles, losing himself in his own memories
>"I am sure you also have some of those, people you care about. If you can't believe in those who believe in you, try Believing in the You that believes in yourself..."
>After those words the stranger stood up, the dark night sky suddenly opened revealing the vast lights of the cosmos, shining and leaving Maka in awe.
>"Wait! W-who are you?"
>"Nobody, just a humble digger... I'll be rooting for you Girl, do your best."