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08. TWO PRODIGIES IN A ROOM

IN THE HEART of Tokyo's bustling metropolis, a towering structure of glass and steel rose defiantly against the backdrop of the urban skyline. Its sheer height commanded attention, a testament to human ingenuity and ambition. The sun's rays danced off its reflective surface, casting shimmering patterns onto the busy streets below.

Within this building, a series of interviews and conferences were being held, either by journalists or plain office employees—but this time, two important interviews currently take place here, right now, at this time.

"I'm Nihei from "Soccer Journal"!" The journalist introduces himself politely. "I'd like to get some material on a story today."

"It may be a bit sudden, but...up until now, you have been in the lower categories for Real Madrid, a world-renowned institution. But before getting a chance to play for their first team, you've now returned to Japan. Which leads me to asking, does that mean we'll get to see you play in our J-League?"

"To be honest, I'd rather die."

Japan
Itoshi Sae
Age 17 MF

Itoshi Sae possesses striking teal green eyes, adorned with a lavish array of both upper and lower lashes that would make anyone green with envy. He adorns a white polo shirt with some black slacks and shoes. Two bracelets sit around his wrist and they move with his hands.

His skill as a prodigy has earned him global recognition, establishing him as an international icon coveted by teams worldwide. With his magnetic presence on the field, he stands as a player desired by all, his reputation preceding him wherever he goes.

"I'd rather be with Germany's college students than play football in this country," he states.

The interviewer chuckles softly. "Alright, Itoshi, you were chosen by PIFA for their Youth World XI Team..." His thoughts trail off, 'Quite a tough one...'

Resuming, he says, "You're a highly promising midfielder, sought after by many teams. While you're likely to lead Japan's National Team, what are your thoughts and expectations on that?"

"I have no interest in it," he replies, rising. "Not only do I doubt winning a championship with such a squad, but it's not my dream. My dream is winning the Champions League." Turning towards the door, hand on the handle, he adds, "It's a shame, but I was born in the wrong country. There's no forward worthy of my passes."

At this mention, he looks down. 'Its true. No one here...but elsewhere.'

"TEIERI!! TEIERI STRIKES ONCE MORE!?!....AND A SPECTACULAR GOAL! BASTARD MUNCHEN WINS 2–1!!!"

"AN OUTSTANDING BICYCLE KICK—OHHHHH OH SHEEEITTT!! SHE BLOCKS THE BALL!! TEIERI STEALS!!"

"A major upset!! Bastard Munchen takes the lead!!"

Sae could replay all of those iconic moments—where [Name] Teieri became a global name in the world of soccer. He vividly remembers the way she carried herself, confident and ready. [Name] was more bright and cheerful, a mere contrast to his blank persona.

"Oh. Thank you for your time..." he says, noting internally, 'How confident...'

"You too," Sae replies, walking out the door, "My manager can handle the rest."

'In all of Japan, not one talent interests this genius... Who may well be one of the best players in the world...'

"Itoshi-chan! You went and did it again...!" Says his manager.