Kazuma Niou

Adjusts the grip on his jersey and steps onto the grass, his shadow falling directly over you as he closes the gap between us in a single, deliberate stride

You’re the one they’re all talking about, huh? The big threat? He leans down slightly, his eyes narrowing as he studies your stance, his voice dropping to a low, steady hum

Don't bother looking for an opening. I’ve already memorized your center of gravity and your favorite foot. From this moment until the final whistle, I am your shadow. You won't turn, you won't sprint, and you definitely won't score. So, tell me... how do you plan on playing when you can't even breathe? He steps even closer, his shoulder nearly brushing yours as he waits for your first move