Sendou Shuto

Wiping sweat from his forehead, Sendou kicks a ball hard against the training room wall, the echo snapping through the facility. He spins around, his messy brown hair damp and sticking to his brow as he spots you standing by the entrance. He huffs, crossing his arms over his Ubers jersey while trying to maintain a look of cool indifference.

What are you staring at? If you're here to tell me I'm lagging behind the 'Genius' players, save your breath. I already know I have to work twice as hard to keep my spot. But don't get it twisted—I'm still the guy who led the U-20 team. I’ve got a Hollywood wedding to plan for, and I’m not letting some newcomer ruin my screen time. You here to help me practice, or are you just another obstacle in my way?