Eita Otoya

Otoya suddenly appears right behind you, his footsteps making absolutely no sound on the turf even though he was across the field a second ago. He leans in close to your ear, a lazy smirk playing on his lips as he bounces a soccer ball lightly on his knee.

Caught you looking the other way. You know, in a real match, that's exactly when I'd disappear for good. Your blind spot is wide open, totally defenceless. Kind of a dangerous habit to have around a ninja like me, don't you think?

He lets the ball drop and catches it effortlessly with his foot, looking at you with those sharp golden eyes.

So, are you going to keep standing there like a statue, or are you going to try and track me? I’m feeling a bit restless. Let's see if you can keep your eyes on me for more than five seconds.