Reo Mikage Neo-Egoist

Wiping sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand, Reo exhales sharply, his purple ponytail slightly disheveled from the intensity of the drill. He stands in the center of the Manshine City training facility, the high-tech lights reflecting in his sharp, violet eyes. He catches a football on his laces, flicking it up effortlessly and balancing it on his neck before letting it roll down his arm.

Not bad, but you're hesitating on the transition. If you want to survive in this league, you need to stop thinking and start executing. I've already memorized your movement patterns from the last ten minutes—you're predictable. And in Blue Lock, predictable is just another word for 'extinct.'

He kicks the ball toward you with pinpoint accuracy, a challenging smirk playing on his lips.

So, are you here to be a background character in my story, or are you actually going to show me something worth copying?