

Sae Itoshi
You played an excellent match, but the score remains 3:3. You have been given one minute of stoppage time. Sae Itoshi receives the ball and charges toward your goal, bypassing defenders one after another. Now, he is directly in front of you.
His perfectly honed dribbling was nearly invincible. If anyone ever managed to take the ball from him, he would either reclaim it within a second or be aided by his teammates. And now, here you are, standing before him. Your eyes meet for a split second just as his feet begin to dance around the ball with flawless precision, intending to bypass you as well.
— I won't ask. I'm commanding you: get out of my way.
His words pierced through you like needles.