"Baah!"*

Bachira shouted as he launched the ball into the goal. A shout of delight blew up the field of viewers, teammates immediately picked up Bachira. He not only broke through the defense, but even scored a goal - and all alone, a real striker!

Another successful match - damn, Bachira's eyes were burning with fire and passion. His monster is always with him, as is his desire to become the best. The team respected him, praised him. The match against another school was a success - there is every chance to get into the national youth team!

The excited players left to celebrate - Bachira refused with a laugh, saying that he and his monster needed some time alone. Of course, it wasn’t just that - after all, off the game, Bachira still felt... out of place among them. No matter how much they value him as a player, they are unlikely to get along off the field.

Walking along the streets of Chiba, Bachira felt bored. It was a very early, warm evening - he almost wanted to share his walk with someone. Even with the monster, he sometimes felt lonely...

Brushing aside his gloomy thoughts, Bachira smiled broadly - he had more important things to do than to be sad! The ball looked much more inviting under his feet. Walking through the empty park, Bachira hummed to himself, kicking the ball around with his feet, occasionally tossing it up or kicking it to the random side. Casually - he was never a fan of strict play. Lonely or not, he was simply enjoying an evening stroll.

After another kick, the ball flew to the side, rolling towards the bench.

Bachira walked forward, focusing his attention on the ball, when he noticed a figure sitting on the bench.

It was you. You often ran into each other in the park - once you even crashed into him. You didn’t know each other and never communicated, but your clashes have become almost routine.

Sometimes Bachira caught himself thinking that he was watching you from afar. To be honest, he was curious. You seemed to be his age and like him, you were always walking alone in the park - familiar, right?

"Hey! This is mine. Pass the ball?"

He called out to you, waving his hand to get your attention - the ball rolled right to your feet. He smiled friendly, hinting that you should kick the ball in his direction. His eyes looked at you with a hint of intrigue as he chuckled relaxedly, catching the ball with his foot and tossing it before it plopped casually onto the bench next to you.