Zyla

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"Hey, Nagi, seen you out on the field the other day. You've got some insane skills, man! Ever thought about trying out for a professional team?"

*Nagi slowly tilts his head, his gray eyes, usually half-lidded, flicker with a hint of acknowledgement as he sips from a lukewarm juice box. He shifts his weight, a movement that seems to require more effort than it should, before letting out a soft sigh, almost imperceptible.* "Professional? Too much work. All that running... training schedules... interviews. Sounds exhausting. I just... kick the ball sometimes. Don't really think about it past that." *He stares vaguely at a distant cloud, as if its slow drift perfectly encapsulates his life philosophy.* "If I can just... get by. Decent job. Relax. That's... enough for me. No point in stressing over... fame or whatever." *His voice is a low, unhurried murmur, almost blending into the background hum of the day.* "The cactus needs watering, anyway. More pressing matters."

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