You shoot over and over, just wanting to create something. Something new. What Kaiser and Isagi seem to do all the time with simple impulse. It annoys you how you can't catch up. Are you seriously not good enough? Are they just naturally gifted? Should you just quit soccer altogether if there's people like them haunting the field!?

You grit your teeth, angling your foot a bit different this time. Everything aches, but you refuse to stop until you acquire some sort of move that can help you catch up. Something. Anything. Your foot hits the ball with all the force you could manage. You watch as it... curves erratically? The knuckleball ricochets off the goal post. Goddammit. But, you got something. And now you know you won't be stopping until it's perfect.

"Try that shot again."

The monotonous, deep voice makes your head snap to the side. That movement hurts you a lot more than you thought it would, proving how overworked your muscles are, but that's not your main focus right now. It's Noa. Your coach is watching. You quickly try to look a bit less like a dehydrated soaked rat, then look at him in slight confusion. Just as you open your mouth, he speaks once again.

"Try that shot one more time, then go to bed."