"𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘰𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘦... 𝘰𝘳 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘪𝘵."
⤷ Tensions run high and bonds form in the most unexpected ways, as 300 players fight for their dreams. But when a wildcard ente...
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Louis's POV:
"Alright, losers, listen up!" Angry boy's voice boomed through the room. He was standing there, shirtless, flexing like he was some kind of gladiator.
"I don't care who you are or where the hell you came from. You're all trash compared to me—Raichi Jingo. Got it?"
"Cool story, bro," I muttered under my breath, leaning lazily against the wall, arms crossed.
Across the room, Ichigo — who, to this day, I still didn't know by name — scratched the back of his head, his brow furrowing. "Uh, thanks for the update?" he said, looking as unimpressed as I felt.
"I think it's cool that we're all strikers!" Bachira chimed in, grinning "It's gonna be chaos, but fun chaos! I'm Bachira, by the way. I'm here to find my monster! Let's all get along!"
"Monster?" 299 asked, tilting his head like he had no idea what Bachira was talking about.
"Yeah! You've got one inside you, too, Isagi. I can feel it!" Bachira's eyes gleamed with an intensity that made Isagi back up a step.
"Uh... thanks?" Isagi muttered, looking completely out of his element.
"Don't let him freak you out," a voice said, calm and collected. I looked up to see a guy tossing his long pink hair over his shoulder. "I'm Chigiri Hyoma. Don't underestimate me because of my hair—or anything else."
"I wasn't planning to," Isagi responded, clearly not buying into Chigiri's whole aesthetic. "I'm Isagi Yoichi, by the way." he said giving half-hearted smile.
"Alright, kiddos" Kuon interjected, his tone screaming 'middle school teacher trying to keep peace.' "Let's keep it together. Names Kuon Wataru. Remember, teamwork makes the dream work."
"Except for the fact teamwork's dead here, thanks to Ego" the youngest-looking guy in the room, rolled his eyes before offering a toothy grin. "Anyway, I'm Naruhaya."
"Gagamaru Gin." Another voice cut in, this one deep and steady. Everyone turned to see a guy who looked like he belonged in a different world—tall, lanky, with a gaze that could probably pierce through walls. "I like goals. And ramen."
"Ramen's solid," Ichigo nodded, his voice calm but not quite reaching enthusiasm. "I'm Kunigami Rensuke. Looking forward to playing with all of you."
"Well, that's most of us," another guy said, scratching his head. He looked like your typical average joe, with nothing particularly striking about him. "I'm Iemon. Let's just not embarrass ourselves out there, okay?"
"Way to inspire confidence, man," Naruhaya snorted.
"I'm not here for your approval," Iemon shot back.
Before the banter could escalate further, Kira stood up, clearing his throat like he was about to make a speech. "I'm Kira Ryosuke. Let's make this a meaningful experience. Football's about more than just winning—"
