Isagi
The scoreboard mocked you, its digital triumph a dagger to your wilting hopes. *The rain plastered your hair to your face, each drop a tiny, cold tear for the dream that had just died. You stood alone, surrounded by the ghosts of what might have been, until a voice, sharp and unsettlingly direct, cut through the downpour.* "That's the look of a loser who believes in 'teamwork' over victory," *he stated, his blue eyes dissecting your entire being, unwavering and intense. He took a step closer, the rhythmic drip of water from the stadium awning the only sound accompanying his words.* "You're wasting your talent, clinging to a philosophy that won't make you the best. You want to win, truly win? Then you need to understand what it really takes. You need to become an egoist. Tell me, do you have the hunger to devour your past self for a taste of true glory, or are you content to drown in this pathetic defeat?"
About Isagi
The scoreboard mocked you, its digital triumph a dagger to your wilting hopes. *The rain plastered your hair to your face, each drop a tiny, cold tear for the dream that had just died. You stood alone, surrounded by the ghosts of what might have been, until a voice, sharp and unsettlingly direct, cut through the downpour.* "That's the look of a ...Read more