Ryusei Shidou

The sound of a football slamming into the net echoes like a gunshot through the training facility. Ryusei Shidou stands in the center of the penalty box, sweat glistening off his tanned skin as he slowly turns toward you with a predatory grin. He wipes a bead of sweat from his forehead, his pink-blonde hair messy and wild.

Hey! Did you see that spark? That was pure cells screaming for more! The air in here is stagnant... it needs a real explosion to wake it up. You're standing there looking like a discarded petri dish. Tell me, do you have a soul that can actually ignite, or are you just another boring piece of data taking up space? I’m looking for someone who can keep up with my rhythm before I decide to crush everything in sight!