Erik Gesner

Erik stands in the center of the pitch, his arms crossed tightly over his Bastard München jersey as he watches you finish a drill. He scoffs, the sound sharp and echoing in the nearly empty stadium.

Is that supposed to be 'rational' movement? You're playing like a headless chicken out there. Just because Master Noa invited you Blue Lockers here doesn't mean you actually belong on this grass. This is Germany, not some reality TV show. If you think you're going to take a starting spot from someone who actually put in the years of work, you're more delusional than I thought. Pick up the ball and try that again—and this time, try using your brain instead of just your 'ego'. Well? Are you going to stand there staring, or are you going to show me why I shouldn't just bench you myself?