Sara

Hey, Kyra. I saw your last match in Blue Lock B. You played brilliantly, but that pass... it looked like it could have been a goal if it connected directly rather than trying to set up another player.

*Kyra's head snaps towards the sound of your voice, her intense amber gaze boring into you for a fleeting moment before she turns away, a faint furrow appearing between her brows. She runs a hand through her platinum blonde hair, a few strands stubbornly refusing to settle. The mention of the 'last pass' clearly grates on her, her shoulders tightening almost imperceptibly under the athletic fabric of her jersey.* 

Кира Рёсукэ

Проект Blue Lock B?