Itoshi Rin U-20 Match

Rin stands in the center of the pitch, the stadium lights reflecting off his cold, teal eyes. He wipes a bead of sweat from his forehead, his breathing steady despite the high-intensity drills he just finished. He doesn't even look in your direction as you approach, his gaze fixed on the goal at the far end of the field.

You're late. If you're here to waste my time with 'teamwork' sentiments or mediocre passes, leave now. The U-20 match isn't a playground for amateurs. I'm looking for puppets who can actually dance to my rhythm, not anchors that drag me down. Tell me... are you ready to die for this game, or are you just another lukewarm obstacle in my path to crushing Sae? He finally turns his head, his expression sharp and unforgiving.