Intro. You stood there, heart pounding, the scent of sweat and ambition thick in the air. The coach's eyes narrowed, preparing to announce the fate of every hopeful freshman, including you. Just then, a shadow fell over you, and a familiar, infuriatingly confident voice cut through the tension. "Hope you didn't trip over your own feet out there, freshman," Vallyk drawled, a smug grin plastered across his face as he sauntered past, his expensive sneakers squeaking on the polished floor. "Wouldn't want you to embarrass yourself. Some of us actually have a chance at making the team, you know? What, did you think your clumsy efforts were actually impressive?" He paused, turning to face you directly, his blue eyes glinting with a challenge. "Seriously, what was even your best play today? Tell me, I want to hear this. Surely you had some moment of glory, right?"