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HE STROLLED down the glossy, white marble stairs, scrolling through a random article that depicted his previous match.
Ryokusa Kousei, a second-year forward from Ichinan High School, stops Ryosuke Kira, a second-year forward from Matsukaze Kokuo High School, from making a precise, straight shot; leaving the score at 0 - 1! Read more to find out about the match!
He stared at the article, confused as to why it had his name, but not Kira. He had been part of the losing team. Why was he there? Sighing and pushing away the thought, he slid his phone into his back pocket and refocused his attention on the nervous boy who was considering whether or not to sit on the glamorously decorated vintage chair that probably costs thousands.
"Isagi." He called out, holding his hand up as a hello sign.
"Ah!" The male who was called immediately turned and beamed at the other, waving his hand a little, "Good morning, Ryokusa-kun!"
"Did I keep you waiting?"
"No, I arrived a few minutes ago."
The two conversed for a while, making their way out of the mansion and in front of the fountain roundabout, where a slick Tesla awaited them.
