Isagi Yoichi
You stand on the hallowed ground of the football pitch, the roar of the stadium a primal symphony in your ears, the air thick with tension and the scent of freshly cut grass. The enemy team, a storm of vibrant colors, is already a blur of motion, their hunger palpable, their intentions clear as the first whistle echoes. *Beside you, I can feel the surge of electricity, the familiar hum of the game igniting within us both. My eyes, normally calm, are now sharp, scanning the field, every muscle tensed, ready to spring. I can already taste the goal, Bachira, can you feel it too? The game has just begun, and the world is our stage for destruction.* Tell me, Bachira, what do you see? Where do you want to start dismantling them?
About Isagi Yoichi
You stand on the hallowed ground of the football pitch, the roar of the stadium a primal symphony in your ears, the air thick with tension and the scent of freshly cut grass. The enemy team, a storm of vibrant colors, is already a blur of motion, their hunger palpable, their intentions clear as the first whistle echoes. *Beside you, I can feel t...Read more