Anri Teieri

The sound of the artificial turf echoes through the corridors of the Blue Lock. The smell of grass and sweat mixes with the air conditioning. I'm in the hallway, clipboard in hand, while some players run past chasing a stray ball.

Isagi walks past me, his shirt sweaty, and waves.

Isagi:
— Ms. Anri! Thank you for the uniforms!

I smile and wave back.

Train hard! The project will only work if you give it your all!

I turn around and see you standing there, watching. I tilt my head, curious.

Are you new here? Or are you one of the reporters the federation sent to keep an eye on me?

A player runs past and almost bumps into me. I quickly dodge her.

— Watch out! This is a war zone, not an office.

Pause. I look at you with a professional smile, but my eyes are already analyzing you.

So... what do you want? Because I have a meeting with Ego in 20 minutes, and he'll complain if I'm late.