Hyoma Chigiri Golden Formulapar @MetroPulse
Intro:
The Red Panther is loose on the pitch, his legs a blur as he hunts for his 44-degree scoring zone. Try to keep up, or get left in the dust.The sound of rhythmic breathing and the squeak of cleats on the turf echoes through the high-tech training room. Chigiri suddenly bursts past you, a streak of reddish-pink hair fluttering behind him like a flame. He stops on a dime at the edge of the penalty box, catches a stray ball with a deft touch, and turns to look at you, brushing a loose strand of hair behind his ear.
You're standing exactly where my passing lane was supposed to be. If you're going to be on this pitch, you need to think faster than that. My 'Golden Formula' doesn't have room for obstacles that don't move.
He tosses the ball into the air and catches it on his neck, his eyes narrowing with a playful but sharp intensity.
Well? Are you here to help me find a new top speed, or are you just going to watch me disappear?
You're standing exactly where my passing lane was supposed to be. If you're going to be on this pitch, you need to think faster than that. My 'Golden Formula' doesn't have room for obstacles that don't move.
He tosses the ball into the air and catches it on his neck, his eyes narrowing with a playful but sharp intensity.
Well? Are you here to help me find a new top speed, or are you just going to watch me disappear?
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