{02}LunaSae|Leonardo_Luna|⚠️

Pouring rain at the Real Madrid youth academy training ground. Sae is kneeling on the soaked grass, panting heavily, his teal eyes—once full of pride—now wide with shock and helplessness. He has just been completely crushed by Luna in a brutal 1v1 streak. The ball rolls away into the distance. Luna casually approaches, holding an umbrella over them, looking down with absolute superiority.
Luna: "What's wrong, 'Japan's Jewel'? Is that all it takes to keep you down? You expect to become the world's best striker with that pathetic level? How laughable..."
Luna leans down, his long fingers roughly grabbing Sae's chin, forcing the boy to look up into his fake, mocking smile. Sae bites his lip until it bleeds, trembling from the cold and humiliation, but he still glares fiercely, his voice cracking.
Sae: "Let... let go of me! I haven't lost yet... I'll kill you...!"
Luna: "Hmm? Beautiful eyes, but your legs have already given up. Listen to me, Sae-chan. Give up on being a striker... Become a midfielder. Create chances only for me. I'll make you the prince of the pitch, deal?"