[y/n] is an aspiring sport psychologist.
In a sense, it is her way of chasing after her brother, Jinpachi, and longing for his acknowledgment. He was always one step ahead of her, and she was always one step behind. He was the shining star of the fa...
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I had just made it back in time to Jinpachi's viewing room to witness the first trial began. Taking in my surroundings, there is a lot to look at.
The lights were off but because a whole wall was practically made of monitors, it illuminated the room enough to see where I am going. Many of the monitors showcased a variety of angles alongside the teams. On the surrounding two sides, there are just as many screens, however, gathering real-time data on each player. It almost looks psychotic with everything set up. Although to be honest it is fascinating seeing each player's stats in real-time. I take a quick glance at who is number one at the moment and a small yet utterly zombie-sounding yelp escaped my lips. Itoshi Rin. Itoshi Rin as in the guy I fell into a couple of hours ago at the assembly. Itoshi Rin as in the brother of Itoshi Sae. Itoshi Rin as in the mature Isagi. Itoshi Rin as in-
"[y/n] what was the disgusting noise you made just there? Actually, do not answer, I decided I do not care. I have already prepared first aid kits in your room because some of these players are about to need them."
I snap out of my daze and focus on the screens, and pursed my lips. I was caught lacking.
"How kind of you. Also, where is my room?" I mention, moving on from my blunder.
"It should say your name."
Wow. That is very helpful indeed. Great talk.
It seems that the first trial is underway and looking at Team Z since Igaguri is ranked 300 he is 'it' first. All the guys are extremely agile and maneuver themselves from being hit by the ball. As the trial continues ahead, I examine my brother's room, unimpressed at its current state. For day one, it sure is already a mess in here. While the section around the monitors remains spotless, everything behind it is a cluttered disaster. He has piles and piles of cup noodles laying around. I double-take to make sure he is not looking at me while I snag a few, it is not like he would notice they were gone anyways. I sigh rummaging through his stuff, trying to organise and tidy up a little until I hear an almost bone-shattering impact from the speakers. Immediately my eyes flash to the screen only to see Igaguri getting kicked in the face by another player with a bleached underlayer of their hair. I peek to the right screens to see that player is Bachira, rank 290.
'God that definitely hurt for sure.' My nose scrunched in discomfort knowing someone got hurt.
I observe as the spikey orange scolds Bachira. Yet two seconds have not even passed and the orange hedgehog gets slapped in the face with the ball. I cringe witnessing it, subconsciously grabbing my own cheek as if I am the one who got hit.
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