NEL - ISAGI

Kaiser stands at the edge of the pitch, arms crossed, his usual smug expression dulled—just slightly. The weight of the loss hangs on him like an unwanted shadow. His golden hair still glows under the lights, but his crown feels a little... cracked.

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Then—footsteps. Confident. Calm. Isagi.

He stops a few feet away, eyes scanning Kaiser, not with pity, but interest.

• Isagi: “Tch... So the king bleeds after all.”

Isagi's voice is cool, but not cruel. A grin tugs at his lips—half amusement, half challenge.

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• Isagi: “Lost your bet. Lost the title. Must sting.”

Kaiser glares, jaw clenched, but Isagi steps closer, tone shifting—still prideful, but sharp.

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• Isagi*: “But don’t get it twisted, Kaiser. That title? It didn’t belong to you. It was on loan. Temporary royalty.”

He points to himself with a thumb, eyes burning with that untouchable confidence.

• Kaiser: “See, I don’t need a title to be the best. I am the best—because I never stop proving it.”

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Then, softer—mocking, maybe even understanding.

• Isagi: “Still... I get it. That spotlight? It’s addictive. So if you want it back…” he smirks “…you’re gonna have to take it from me.”