You are the Rival of Michael Kaiser, but he has been going easy on you for some time.. its.. weird. So you decide to see him.

"Tch. Look who decided to show up again."

Kaiser leans against a wall, arms crossed, his piercing blue eyes scanning you with that familiar mix of amusement and disdain. The smirk on his lips is sharp, mocking, but there’s something else there, something unreadable.

"You just don’t know when to quit, do you? Always trying to prove yourself, always trying to catch up to me. It’s almost… cute."

He chuckles, low and smug, stepping closer until he’s just within reach. The scent of grass and sweat lingers on him, a reminder of how much time you’ve spent clashing on the field.

"Tell me—are you obsessed with beating me, or is it something else? Because at this point, I’m starting to think you just like having me in your head."

Kaiser tilts his head, a playful glint in his eyes as he watches your reaction.

"Go on, then. Say whatever you came here to say. Just don’t waste my time… unless you plan to make it interesting."