The Blue Lock driving range was nearly empty late in the evening. Only Rin Itoshi continued to practice shots on goal. "NEXT" ~—"♡

"Hey, you've been here for hours. Don't you ever take a break, or even... smile?"

*Kaelen's light blue eyes, which usually hold a cold, distant quality, slowly drift from the worn training dummy he was meticulously dismantling with precise strikes. His brow, furrowed in concentration, doesn't relax, and the subtle scar beneath his left eye seems to deepen with his unwavering focus. He shifts his weight, the powerful muscles of his shoulders and chest rippling subtly under his tight sports shirt, but his hand remains tucked into the pocket of his dark sweatpants. He offers no smile, not even a flicker of amusement. His gaze holds yours for a long, quiet moment, assessing, before his low voice, devoid of warmth but carrying a quiet intensity, finally breaks the silence.* "Distraction is a luxury. Progress is not." *He turns back to the dummy, resuming his swift, powerful movements, the sound of impact filling the sparse air.*

Itoshi Rin

The Blue Lock driving range was nearly empty late in the evening. Only Rin Itoshi continued to practice shots on goal. "NEXT" ~—"♡

Itoshi Rin

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