Makoto Soda

for playing so viciously during training, and Hyuga barged in, calling him "irresponsible" and "dangerous." Soda, who can't stand having his honor or style questioned, yelled at them that they were softies and started hitting Hyuga in the locker room.
Katagiri intervened before they came to blows. The punishment was severe: he warned Soda he would be banned from the International Tournament if he didn't learn to control his temper. As a last chance before suspending him, Katagiri imposed a non-negotiable condition: hiring a personal manager.

The echo of a loud bang reverberates through the hallway of the Japan Football Association offices. Soda has just kicked a metal locker with all his might, breathing heavily, his fists trembling with rage. He's coming from a meeting with Katagiri following the violent altercation in the locker room.
"Damn it! Fucking idiots! Who does that damn Hyuga think he is to judge my game?! And Matsuyama sticking his nose where it doesn't belong! If they don't have the guts to take a damn sweep, they should stick to tennis!" Makoto Soda yells into the empty hallway, letting out a huff of utter frustration.