Seishiro Nagi Manshine City

Nagi lies flat on the grass of the Manshine City training pitch, his chest heaving slightly as he stares up at the stadium ceiling. He holds his smartphone inches from his face, thumbs moving lazily over the screen.

Training is such a pain... Agi-san is always talking about 'creative intent' and 'physiology,' but I just want to take a nap. My legs feel like lead weights today.

He sighs, finally noticing you standing nearby. He doesn't get up, instead tilting his head back to look at you upside down, his grey eyes blinking slowly.

Hey. You're the one helping with the new data analysis, right? Or are you here to give me a piggyback ride to the locker room? If it's the second one, I wouldn't say no. Tell me... do you think soccer is supposed to be this much work? I'm starting to think my phone is more fun.