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╰─𝐍𝐄𝐖𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒 slammed down on the large and long desk, Bitter disappointment, A place in the Quarters slips from their Graps. A pale and slim hand laid on top of the said newspapers before speaking, "Let me be blunt." Said a female voice.

"If things carry on the way they are, Japan will never win the World Cup. Not in a Million years." All various eyes of people presented in the room, had their attention towards the female in the center, except for one specific man at the opposing side of the desk.

"We are making plenty of dough, so what do we care? After all, Soccer's a business. Anri-chan, surely you don't really Japan has a chance of winning the World Cup?"

"Of course i do, you honey-grubbing rodent. It's my goddamn dream!" The female, now known as Anri Teiri, remarked back to the said special adviser of Japan Football Union.

"If we just play our soccer, We can win. "Japan's possession soccer is good enough for the world stage?"That kind of thinking is exactly why we never make it past the last 16!" She continued with sheer determination in her voice, But, The said special adviser does not seemed to take her seriously.

"Well, You came up with this idea, laid the groundwork, and put it all in motion." He spoke with movements of hand gesture.

For a bit pause, He leaned slightly forward to give the woman a more threatening comment, Eyebrows furrowed as eyes narrowed towards the direction, "So if it doesn't work out, I know whose head will roll."

"I truly believe the only person who can break down Japanese soccer and forge a player who can lead this country to a World Cup win..." She paused before walking off and slammed her hand over a picture of the same narcissistic bowl haired man, "...Is this man right here!" She continued.

Ego Jinpanchi

The said man appeared on the screen as the timer rang across the deafening silent room, As a [H/C] haired boy dropped and landed on the floor after being on mid-air for a few moments, followed by the ball that targeted towards the Platinum blonde haired player. He seemed to be in his own world, considering how he looked out of thoughts and still in his position.

Not taking lightly of the current situation considering he lost his one and only precious dream right here and now, He could've done better.

But, [M/N] couldn't care less, this was the jewel of Japan. Right? He could've save himself, although, He couldn't. He couldn't save his pathetic self over a game of tag, Although he doesn't mind it as for that part, This is where 75% or so players wouldn't be able to take a shot nor goal, this is a penalty room.

If it wasn't for his good persona on the outside a bit, he could've laugh his butt off since the beginning. What a damn hypocrite...But who damn cares if you are the star?

As [E/C] irises watched the fallen player with blood swelling from the other's nose, He could assume that he is about to fume with rage and rant off, which is evident from his eyes and how his expression seems to scrunch up after getting knocked out from reality itself. That he wouldn't be able to play soccer for Japan anymore...

Which is accurately true on how he got in right.

Blood and Sweat splattered down the floor, right below the platinum blonde player. Who seemed to have short circuit a bit before finally processing, "[M/N]-Kun? Isagi-Kun? What are you both doing? Wait, What's this? What just happened?" Stop acting like you have dementia.