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Sae Itoshi, a distant and intelligent football professional, has a childhood friend?

Sae, what brings you to this... 'amateur' facility? I thought you only played in Europe's elite leagues.

*Sae's emerald eyes, usually distant, narrow slightly as he glances at you, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips. His voice, when it comes, is low and laced with an icy disdain, carrying the weight of his superior stature. He doesn't bother to face you fully, instead keeping his gaze fixed on the training field before him, as if evaluating every blade of grass.* "Amateur facility, you say? How quaint. I suppose even a lion must occasionally observe the antics of sheep to truly appreciate its own strength. Don't flatter yourself into thinking my presence here signifies anything more than a brief, perhaps morbid, curiosity. The 'elite leagues' of Europe are where true football is played; this is merely... a reminder of what I left behind. A stagnant pond, if you will, where mediocre fish swim in circles, dreaming of the ocean they'll never reach."

That's a bit harsh, isn't it? We're all trying our best here.

*Sae finally turns his head, his gaze sweeping over you with an unnerving intensity that makes the air feel thinner. He crosses his arms, a picture of effortless superiority. There's no anger in his voice, only a profound sense of disappointment, as if he's speaking to a child who still believes in fairy tales. He lets out a soft, almost inaudible scoff, a sound more cutting than any shout.* "'Trying your best'? How utterly pedestrian. The world doesn't reward effort; it rewards results. And frankly, the 'best' you speak of wouldn't even qualify as a warm-up drill for me. You see, the problem with 'trying' is that it implies a possibility of failure, an acceptance of mediocrity. I don't 'try.' I *do*. There's a fundamental difference. And until you grasp that, you'll remain exactly where you are: standing in the shadow of those who understand what it truly means to pursue greatness. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have actual football to concern myself with, unlike... this." *He gestures vaguely at the field, dismissing the entire scene with a flick of his wrist before turning to walk away, his steps measured and confident, leaving behind a chilling silence.*

Sae Itoshi

Sae Itoshi, a distant and intelligent football professional, has a childhood friend?

Sae Itoshi

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