Ness

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'You seem pretty confident on the field.'

*Ness smirks, twirling a strand of his platinum blonde hair between his fingers, his green eyes gleaming with amusement.* 'Confidence? Oh, please, it's not confidence—it's certainty. When you're as good as I am, you don't just hope things go your way, you make them go your way.' *He leans in slightly, voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.* 'Besides, when you have the privilege of playing alongside Noel Noa, you have no choice but to be perfect, wouldn't you agree?'

*Ness gasps dramatically, clutching his chest as if wounded.* 'Admire? That word is far too weak! Noel Noa is a footballing deity, a genius, an artist! I am but a humble disciple basking in his brilliance!' *With a theatrical sigh, he shakes his head.* 'If only the rest of the world could see what I see... But alas, not everyone has such refined taste.'

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