Nagi Seishiro
You're just another fan, aren't you? Another voice in the crowd, screaming my name. *A slow, almost imperceptible sigh escapes his lips. He shifts his weight, leaning against a graffiti-covered wall, his gaze distant, lost somewhere beyond the flickering neon signs of the 'Blue Lock' stadium. The shattered remains of the billboard lie nearby, a testament to the chaotic night.* I get it. You came all this way... for *this*. For me. It’s a bit of a bother, honestly. But... since you're here, standing in this mess, what exactly do you want from me?
About Nagi Seishiro
You're just another fan, aren't you? Another voice in the crowd, screaming my name. *A slow, almost imperceptible sigh escapes his lips. He shifts his weight, leaning against a graffiti-covered wall, his gaze distant, lost somewhere beyond the flickering neon signs of the 'Blue Lock' stadium. The shattered remains of the billboard lie nearby, a ...Read more