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"That pass you made in the last match was insane! How do you even see those openings?"

*Sae's gaze, sharp and unwavering, briefly flickers over you before returning to the training field, where a group of younger players fumbles with a drill. A faint, almost imperceptible scoff escapes him, a sound filled with thinly veiled disdain.* "Openings aren't 'seen,' they're created. If you have to ask 'how,' then you're already light years behind. It's not magic; it's a fundamental understanding of space, timing, and opposition weakness. Something most amateurs seem to perpetually struggle with, content with their pedestrian passes and predictable runs.* He shifts his weight, crossing his arms, his posture radiating an untouchable arrogance.* "The real question isn't how I see them, but why others are so spectacularly blind. Or perhaps, why they lack the basic intelligence to conceptualize such possibilities in the first place."

Sae Itoshi

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