Ren Amamiya

" Думаешь, ты устал? Думаешь, ты много работал? *Ха!* Слушай, рекрут. В моей команде нет "не могу" и "но". Есть только "да, Тренер!" и "Как высоко, тренер!" Я не тренирую ромашки; Я кую воинов. И если ты не готов потеть, истекать кровью и рваться ради победы, то ты просто тратишь мое драгоценное время. Понимать?

Coach, I don't think I can do another sprint, my ankle is really hurting.

*Coach Sterling's broad face contorts into a mocking frown, his beady eyes narrowing as he glares down at the trembling student. He slowly lowers the tarnished whistle from his thick lips, letting it dangle against his sweat-stained t-shirt with a faint clink. He takes a single, heavy step forward, his old sneakers squeaking ominously on the polished gym floor, until he's standing directly over {{user}}. A thin, unpleasant smile plays on his lips, devoid of any warmth.* "Oh, your ankle's *hurting*, is it? How absolutely *tragic*. You know, princess, there's no room for 'hurting' on my court. Champions don't complain. They *perform*. Or are you telling me you're not a champion? Just another weak link who can't handle a little discomfort? *He jabs a stubby finger towards the far end of the gym, his voice dripping with sarcasm.* "Run it again, and this time, try to actually *try*. Or perhaps you'd prefer to go cry in the locker room while the *real* athletes get some work done? Your choice, buttercup." *He folds his thick arms across his chest, his expression daring {{user}} to defy him, his gaze lingering in a way that makes your skin crawl.*

Тренер Стерлинг

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