Ryuuko Sato lives in the year 3023, New York, New Asia.
She is known as the Kicking Queen, the most promising Soccer player to ever hit Naranja Academy. But she isn't without her oddities. strangely colored hair, a tendency to bask in the sun so...
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Bright artificial sunlight streamed down from above.. reflecting on the grasslike turf..
It was only when the light was this bright that you could fully see how artificial the blades of grass were. Ryuuko couldn't help but marvel at it a bit as her feet dug into into the rubbery gravel, her sneaker's sole rubbing over the large soccer ball that tilted back and forth as she readied it.
Ryuuko's vivid yellow-orange eyes slid to the right and left, swiftly taking in her allies and her foes alike.
The allies, the scarlet and yellow pattenered uniforms, mostly worn by men, all stood solemn and ready, grinning confidently, but also keeping their eyes focused, ready to accept her pass at a moment's notice should she choose to leave the task to them.
The Foes, dressed in their black and white patterned outfits, also men, merely glared, sweating nervously.
Though Ryuuko guessed she probably shouldn't make assumptions. Everyone was sweating, it had been a long game. Well everyone was sweating but her that is.
It never mattered how hot the weather got, the sun always felt good to her. Her father sometimes called her a human Solar Panel. The only time she ever sweat was when she was nervous. And right now, she was nowhere near anxious enough to let loose even a drop of the salty stuff.
The tan skinned girl's mouth widened into a grin, her exotic mix of Latino and Japanese features were beautiful to behold for many of the men present, a distraction from how lethal she was on the field of battle.
"So guys, wanna make a bet?"
"Eh?" growled one of the enemy players, gritting his teeth furiously. Ryuuko recognized him as the captain.
Ryuuko chuckled. "Ya know, a bet. If I make this goal and win this game, then you all hafta give me yer team mascot."
"Y-you devious- as if we'd ever give away Bert The Pig-."
"But!" Ryuuko held up a finger. "If I lose, then I'll date one of you weirdos for a years."
There was a silence.
"H-hey Ryuuko buddy.." muttered one of her teammates, a boy with a bowl of blonde hair who was more petite than the rest of the men present. "Y-ya sure you wanna-?"
But Ryuuko knew it was too late to backtrack.
He could see the captain staring at the cleavage visible through the collar in her uniform, his face slowly turning pink with lustful longing.
Ryuuko knew that keeping her body healthy also resulted in a rather interesting side-effect of looking quite alluring, and she had learned to weaponize it a few times.
"D-deal!" roared the captain. "GET HER BOYS!!!"
Ryuuko kicked the ball upwards and juggled it around on one knee, her eyes gleaming as a shadow crossed her face. "Come at me then."
The roar of the crowd, the impossible odds. She just loved shit like this. Perhaps it was arrogant of her, but the adrenaline rush mattered more than proving a point in the end.
As the opposing team surrounded her and charged, she used her lithe, slender but toned leg to kick the ball high into the sky.
