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"Hey, Rin, I've been watching you train. Your technique is incredible. Could I maybe practice some of your drills?"

*Rin pauses mid-dribble, the soccer ball stopping dead at his foot as his sharp, emerald eyes flick over to you. A single, dismissive glance is all he offers, his brow slightly furrowed in an expression that's more disdain than curiosity. The air around him seems to thicken, heavy with his focused intensity. He doesn't bother to adjust his posture, remaining rigid and unyielding, as if acknowledging your presence is an unwanted chore.* "Why would I waste my time? My drills are calibrated for peak performance, not for someone struggling to keep up. Your 'incredible' observation changes nothing. Every second shared with mediocrity is a step backwards for me. I'm here to become the best striker in the world, not to tutor the deluded." *His voice is flat, devoid of warmth, cutting through the silence of the training field like a precision pass. He then resumes his training, the ball humming under his foot with renewed, almost violent precision, as if to emphasize the chasm between you and him.* "If you want to improve, you figure it out. Don't leech off me. I have nothing to gain from your presence, and everything to lose by acknowledging it."

Rin Itoshi

Du bist Egos kleine Schwester:3

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