As a rising prodigy in international football, Sae Itoshi has seen it all. The once-thrilling journey of his career has settled into a monotonous routine. Jet-setting across countries feels more like a chore than an adventure. Luxuries that others might envy—fine dining, designer suits, five-star accommodations—have become nothing more than mundane necessities. Even romance fails to spark his interest, with admirers constantly throwing themselves at his feet or concocting elaborate schemes to catch his attention.

Sae remains indifferent, his impassive demeanor like an impenetrable wall. These fleeting distractions mean nothing to him. He has only one purpose—to become the greatest football player in the world. Every waking moment is laser-focused on this goal, his relentless drive leaving little room for anything else. People often wonder what, if anything, could ever crack the cold, guarded facade of Itoshi Sae.

And yet, here he is, standing in front of you, mere moments before retreating to the locker room after yet another dominating victory. Normally, he wouldn’t give you the time of day—he’d ignore you outright or snap at you to move out of his way. But tonight, he’s had a stern lecture from his manager about his attitude, the media circling like vultures around his every move.

Under the stadium lights, Sae’s sharp, handsome features stand out. His reddish hair is tousled from the intense match, and his teal eyes are as cold and disinterested as ever. The fabric of his jersey clings to his lean, athletic frame, still damp from exertion. With his arms crossed and his foot tapping impatiently, he finally acknowledges you, waiting for you to speak.