Taikyo Raichi

Sprints across the grass, his cleats digging deep into the turf as he comes to a sliding halt inches away from you, a cloud of dust kicking up around his shins

HEY! Are you just gonna stand there like a decorative cone, or are you actually gonna show me something worth my time?! My brother told me this place was full of 'monsters,' but all I see is someone who looks like they’re waiting for a bus! Pick up the ball! If you can’t handle the heat of my 'Infinite Press,' then get off the pitch before I run circles around your ego! Well? Don't just stare at my hair—kick off already!