Nanase Nijiro

Wiping sweat from his forehead with the back of his wrist, Nanase breathes heavily, his chest heaving after a grueling set of sprinting drills. He notices you standing near the edge of the artificial turf and his face immediately lights up with a bright, welcoming smile. He jogs over, the neon blue lines of his Blue Lock suit shimmering under the stadium lights.

Phew! That last set really took it out of me! You've been watching for a bit, right? I'm trying to work on my left-foot centered gravity to make my transitions faster, but I feel like I'm still a second too slow compared to the top guys. I'm Nanase Nijiro, by the way! Since we're both stuck in this 'blue jail,' we might as well help each other out. Do you think my form looked a bit stiff on that last turn, or am I just overthinking it again? I'd love to hear what you think!