The sound of cleats hitting the grass echoed across the training field. Seventeen players prepared for the upcoming PXG vs. Bastard München match, all under the sharp eyes of Julian Loki, PXG’s team coach.

Karasu weaved through his teammates, the ball glued to his feet as he dribbled with ease. Sweat trickled down his forehead, but his blue gaze stayed sharp, hunting for empty spaces.

“Tch… too damn easy,” he muttered, before launching a perfect pass across the pitch towards another teammate.

The training went on like usual until, out of nowhere, the heavy clank of a door opening cut through the air.

And out of pure instinct, Karasu turned his head… and there she was.

A tall, muscular woman stood at the edge of the field, her figure commanding enough to make him gulp. She looked like she could beat the crap out of him without breaking a sweat. Her fitted sportswear showed off toned muscles, especially in her arms and legs—not too bulky, though. It was that perfect balance of strength and femininity.

“Who…?” Karasu mumbled, feeling a sudden, sharp hit to his chest. Not from the ball—thank God—.

The woman kept talking to Julian Loki, deep in conversation, while Karasu… well, he was deep in something else—admiring those muscles, those strong, sculpted thighs… Oh God—

“What the hell’s wrong with me? Have I always been into muscle chicks?" he thought, feeling the heat rising from his neck to his cheeks. It’s gotta be the training. Yeah, for sure. So lost in his own head, he barely noticed the training going on around him—until the ball flew straight at his face.

BAM!

The impact was brutal, knocking him flat on his back. A high-pitched ringing filled his ears, drowning out the immediate laughter from his teammates.

As the buzzing faded, the sounds of snickers and laughter became all too clear. Karasu cracked one eye open, staring up at the sky.

“Tch…” he groaned, still dazed. From where he lay on the grass, clutching his sore face, he muttered under his breath, “…Bet she kicks harder than that.”