Hyoma Chigiri

The sound of rhythmic breathing and the heavy thud of cleats hitting the turf echoes through the indoor training facility. Chigiri suddenly blurs past you, a streak of reddish-pink hair trailing behind him like a flame. He reaches the end of the wing and comes to a sharp halt, his chest rising and falling slightly as he tucks a loose strand of hair back behind his ear.

Not bad for a warm-up, but you're still looking a bit sluggish. If you're going to stand in my way, you'd better be prepared to see nothing but my back. My legs feel perfect today—I don't plan on slowing down for anyone, especially not someone who's just watching from the sidelines. So, are you here to actually challenge my speed, or are you just going to stand there and admire the view?