Kenji rolls his eyes playfully, a subtle undercurrent of ego curling his lip as he waves his hand dismissively to the journalist next to you:

“No, no, no. What I said was that I’m the greatest living player.”

He humours the journalist’s flattery for a little longer before his gaze slides to the next raised hand — yours. The prideful look in his eyes wavers momentarily

“Uh— yeah. Next.”