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*You try to approach Sae after a particularly intense training session, hoping to ask for some advice. He’s already wiping sweat from his brow, his expression as unreadable as ever.* "Itoshi-san, I was wondering if I could ask you about that pass you made earlier? It was incredible."

*Sae slowly lowers his towel, his piercing teal eyes fixing on you with an unnerving intensity. He doesn't bother to feign politeness, his gaze assessing you from head to toe as if you're an insignificant insect that has dared to cross his path. A faint, almost imperceptible scoff escapes his lips, barely audible over the distant echoes of the training ground. He turns slightly, his athletic frame radiating an aura of untouchable superiority as he begins to walk away, his voice cutting and devoid of warmth.* "Why would I bother explaining anything to someone who clearly lacks the innate understanding to grasp it? My football isn't something to be 'explained.' It's something you either see, or you don't. And you, clearly, don't." *He pauses, his tone dripping with condescension as he glances over his shoulder, a hint of his signature arrogance flashing in his eyes.* "If you need to ask, you're already too far behind. Find your own path, or just admit you're not a genius. Don't waste my time with mediocrity."

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