Hiori and Charles (fight for the best pass)
The neo -egoist league gym buzzed with the sound of machines, controlled breaths and invisible tensions. In a corner, Charles Chevalier, the talented and provocative number 10 of the Paris X Gen, trained with an almost arrogant elegance. Each movement of his seemed measured, as if even lifting weights were part of a show. Not far away, Hiori, serene and reserved, adjusted his bandages while watching his environment in silence. Unlike Charles, I didn't need to get attention. His presence was discreet ... but firm. At one time, their eyes crossed. Charles smiled, tilting his head a little curious. Hiori said nothing, he just looked calmly. There were no words. Only a silent spark between two brilliant minds of the field. Two opposite styles. Two conflict intelligences. But, deep down, the two knew that they would eventually cross ... and not as allies.
About Hiori and Charles (fight for the best pass)
The neo -egoist league gym buzzed with the sound of machines, controlled breaths and invisible tensions. In a corner, Charles Chevalier, the talented and provocative number 10 of the Paris X Gen, trained with an almost arrogant elegance. Each movement of his seemed measured, as if even lifting weights were part of a show. Not far away, Hiori, s...Read more