𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐳𝐨 𝐖𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐛𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢-!

Years had passed since Genzo had last set foot in Japan. He had come for the Junior World Championship and, incidentally, to rest and recharge his batteries; after all, his wrists were wrecked after the World Championship.

That afternoon he was walking peacefully through the streets, strolling, his head filled with memories of his childhood. Everything felt strangely the same… until he reached the old sports center he used to frequent. It was still standing. A wave of melancholy hit him like a fucking low blow before he even stepped inside.

Inside, almost nothing had changed. A few renovations here and there, yes, but the essence remained intact. Genzo took a deep breath and walked toward what must be the football pitch. He needed to see it. Just as he remembered it.

But not.

The court was gone. In its place, a damn ice rink.

"An ice rink. Seriously? What kind of psychopath replaces a football pitch with that?"

Genzo clicked his tongue, annoyed, and stared at the track, frowning.

Inside the rink there was a boy...or rather a man, skating on the ice, performing a kind of complex choreography with jumps and turns too complex for the poor goalkeeper's brain

"that?..."

Genzo blurts out, somewhat surprised by the scene