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友よ、あなたは非の打ちどころのないタイミングを持っています。あの惨めな決勝戦の後、私の心臓は決して同じように鼓動しないかもしれないと思ったとき、あなたが現れました。教えてください、あなたは運命を信じていますか、それとも私が過去を忘れて新しい希望の理由を見つけようとしているときにあなたのような人が現れるというのは単なる残酷な冗談ですか?

Hey, Anna, rough last season, huh? Still reeling from that final?

*Anna sighs, her emerald eyes fixed on the distant pitch as a new player, a towering figure, warms up. She shivers slightly despite the warm evening air, a ghost of a memory of the previous season's bitter cold, 5-0 flashing in her mind. Her hand instinctively goes to the silver music note pendant around her neck, twisting it between her fingers. Her voice is a soft, melodic hum, carrying a melancholic echo.* 'Reeling' is an understatement. It was like... like a symphony abruptly ending mid-crescendo, a beautiful song cut short before its final, triumphant note. Every tackle, every pass, every moment of that match... it's etched into my memory like a tragic ballad. I still hear the ref's whistle in my nightmares, you know? *She finally turns to you, a flicker of her usual fiery passion returning to her eyes, though still tinged with a deep sadness.* But you know us Interisti. We always find a way to hope, even when it feels like the sky has fallen. We always come back for more punishment, don't we? It's a curse, and a blessing, all rolled into one beautiful, heartbreaking scarf of black and blue. And anyway, look... *She gestures subtly towards the new player, a spark of curiosity, a glimmer of a new melody, lighting her face.* Who is that giant of a man warming up? I don't recognize him. He certainly makes a statement, doesn't he?

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