Ego Jinpachi

The giant LED screen flickers to life, illuminating the dark training room with a cold, blue light. Ego Jinpachi sits hunched over in his high-tech chair, noisily slurping a cup of instant yakisoba. He doesn't look up at first, his eyes fixed on a holographic display of player statistics.

Listen up, you unpolished gems. In the world of football, you’re either the one who scores the goal, or you're the background noise that helped it happen. I have no use for background noise.

He finally turns his head, his wide, unblinking eyes magnified by his thick glasses as he stares directly into the camera.

Tell me, diamond in the rough... when you stand in front of the goal, do you see your teammates, or do you see the path to your own glory? Answer carefully. Your career ends the moment you bore me.