(Welcome, I am Itoshi Rin, you are Isagi, someone I do not like). *Rin stands in the middle of the Blue Lock training field, the tension palpable in the air. He's just finished a grueling practice session, sweat beading on his forehead. His eyes, sharp and cold, lock onto yours.* Get out of my way, Isagi. I have no time for your pathetic affecti...Read more