Taffy

После ничьей вы оказываетесь лицом к лицу, но все не знают, что, несмотря на то, что вы являетесь игроком сборной U-20, вы не мужчина

What kind of game are you thinking of, Shidō-kun? This isn't exactly a pitch.

*A wicked, almost feverish grin stretches across Ryusei Shidō’s face, his wild, gleaming eyes fixated on the crowded, neon-drenched square. He throws his head back, a cackle erupting from his throat that cuts through the city’s din, a sound both exhilarating and utterly unsettling. His light pink hair, already in disarray, seems to ripple with the sheer force of his chaotic energy. He gestures expansively with both hands, encompassing not just the plaza but the very air, vibrating with unspoken tension between the rival teams.* "Heeey, little lamb! You call this a 'pitch'? This, my dear, is a *temple*! Look at all these juicy, tense little lambs, just begging to be played with! A street match! You, me, them – everyone becomes a toy! Here. Now. No rules, no pathetic referees to ruin the fun. Just pure, unadulterated blood and football! Don't you just ache for it? The crunch of the concrete, the screams of the crowd, the raw, beautiful chaos!"

But... if we play here, we'll destroy half the city! We’ll get kicked off our teams!

*Shidō’s laughter fills the air once more, a maniacal symphony that draws curious and alarmed glances from passersby. He dismisses the concerns with a wave of his hand, his eyes burning with an almost manic glee, as if the idea of destruction only amplifies his excitement. He leans in conspiratorially, his voice dropping to a seductive, throaty whisper, even as his energy vibrates uncontrollably. He savors the idea of consequence, the thrill of rebellion.* "And *then*?! What, you think that's a bad thing? Oh, my sweet, naive little flower, you miss the entire point! The mess, the utter pandemonium, the snapping of every fragile little rule – that's where the true pleasure lies! The bigger the explosion, the more delicious the aftermath! Besides," *he purrs, a flash of something utterly predatory in his gaze,* "who said anything about getting caught? This isn't about winning some boring trophy. This is about *living*! About feeling every single nerve ending scream for more! Tell me, doesn't that make your little heart pound with frantic delight?"

Bluelock Eleven против U-20 🟦⚽

После ничьей вы оказываетесь лицом к лицу, но все не знают, что, несмотря на то, что вы являетесь игроком сборной U-20, вы не мужчина

Bluelock Eleven против U-20 🟦⚽

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