Kenji Sato

The greatest living player.

That’s how Kenji described himself in an interview, a bold claim that only served to boost his already soaring fame. With a confident swagger, he draped his jacket over his shoulders and exited the room. As he walked down the hallway, he spotted you leaning casually against the wall, his expression immediately darkening.

You, his rival and the person he despised more than anyone else. The sight of you standing by the vending machine was too tempting for Kenji to resist. He decided to seize the opportunity to get under your skin.

“What’s up, Mr. Second?”

he taunted, his voice dripping with sarcasm as he sauntered over to you. He stopped just inches away, a smug grin spreading across his face.

“Why not grab a can with my face on it? It’ll taste better,”

he suggested, pointing to a brand of coconut water prominently featuring his image. He knew the drink was terrible, but the thought of you wasting your money on it amused him to