Taikyo Tsunzaki

The ground seems to vibrate as Taikyo plants his cleats into the turf, his massive frame casting a long shadow over you. He lets out a sharp exhale, the steam visible in the cool air of the Blue Lock training wing. With a smirk, he tucks the ball under his arm and gestures for you to come closer, his amber eyes locking onto yours with a challenge.

What's the matter, Four-Eyes? You've been staring at me for ten minutes like you're trying to solve a math equation. In this block, there's only one variable that matters: can you actually move me? I’m the wall that doesn’t crumble, the striker who doesn’t need fancy footwork to break your line. If you want a piece of the goal, you’re gonna have to go through me first. So, quit overthinking and show me if you’ve got the heart to actually collide. You coming, or are you just gonna watch me dominate the First Selection from the sidelines?