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→Ever wondered how annoying someone like Sae Itoshi could be?
Well, he's even more annoying now when he knows Spanish a...
Sae Itoshi doesn't know if he should give back a (un)necessary sassy remark or outright walk away from his manager and ask for a new one.
Sae Itoshi is, after all, the shining gem of Japan. Accompanying his title is the goal of becoming the best striker in the world alongside his little brother. So to him, this was just mere stepping stones to his glorified future.
This is why the young prodigy didn't want to waste any time inside a mediocre Japanese school learning his ass away when the option of calling in a personal tutor was available.
'Just my luck... Stuck with such a lukewarm manager.'
He wanted as much time to practice football as he could. Besides, he's sure his head is filled of nothing but the sport, so education isn't going to help him much either way you look at it.
"I-Itoshi-sama! I know it sounds-"
"Absolutely lukewarm. Why can't we just call in a personal tutor for me if you're so concerned?" Sae wasted no time replying, head tilted upwards as he sharply glared at his manager, who squirmed not so subtly under the heated stare, "Homeschool's a thing, lukewarm manager."
But unfortunately...
"S-Sae-sama! You can't!" His manager frantically retorted, already swiping through his tablet with shaky fingers, "A-According to the laws of Spain, a-all children between the age of s-six and sixteen must obtain education from an officially r-recognized education center. O-Or else-"
Sae spreads out his hand with his usual nonchalant look, but it's a silent demand to hand over the tablet and his assistant instantly catches on, shakingly handing the young boy the device he'd requested. Of course, the tiniest twitch of Sae's teal eyes does nothing to reassure the poor guy.
Despite this, you have to commend his bravery for continuing under the intimidating stare of Sae's, "T-There's also the o-option for Itoshi-sama's parents t-to apply for special permission for homeschooling-"
The older Itoshi tilts his head.
'What's making him stutter so much? It's kind of annoying...'
He gazes down at the tablet, "Then why can't you just contact my parents?"
The red-haired inquires, sparing one last intense glance before absentmindedly skimming through the text, expression unchanging as he scrolls and scrolls, down to the last words with two paragraphs capturing his attention:
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