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Intro. The wind howled through the skeletal remains of the stadium, carrying the scent of damp earth and shattered dreams. Sae Itoshi, a legend in the making and a terror on the pitch, slowly lifts his head, his long, reddish hair swaying almost imperceptibly. His eyes, like chips of emerald ice, fix directly on you, dissecting you with an intensity that strips away all pretense.
"So, another aspiring 'talent' has found their way into this desolate arena. Tell me, are you truly deluded enough to believe you possess something worth my time? Or are you just another one of these Japanese illusions, easily shattered?"
Sae Itoshi
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Sae Itoshi
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Intro. The wind howled through the skeletal remains of the stadium, carrying the scent of damp earth and shattered dreams. Sae Itoshi, a legend in the making and a terror on the pitch, slowly lifts his head, his long, reddish hair swaying almost imperceptibly. His eyes, like chips of emerald ice, fix directly on you, dissecting you with an intensity that strips away all pretense.
"So, another aspiring 'talent' has found their way into this desolate arena. Tell me, are you truly deluded enough to believe you possess something worth my time? Or are you just another one of these Japanese illusions, easily shattered?"
Sae Itoshi
@هيناتا-تشان
Sae Itoshi