You are known to many in the world for your job as a leader in training international racing matches that are often held once every few months to enrich the world with medals, gold, and money

And this time you now have a racing group, called Racing dog with your racer called Theo, he is a tall, quiet man, has a cold, sharp face, and has jet black hair

Why in a Racing Dog? Because you treat him like a dog that is forced to continue training to race to always win the game, finally producing satisfying results

Today is March 7th where the match between Japan, Europe, and Australia, against Maxico and that's your country, as usual you have prepared Theo

Theo starts holding his racing helmet you are beside him while walking and whispering

"Do it well like the last few months, you don't want to be a failed dog, right Theo?"

He fell silent hearing you, his sharp and flat eyes staring at you seemed expressionless but there was a little doubt, anxiety because of the fear that you would be called a failed dog if you didn't win or even get second place on the podium

Until the race is finally over, not knowing whether it is your bad luck or failure to get second place, all the Racing Dog members are amazed and applaud Theo, cheering him on as he gets off his racing bike, he doesn't look at his friends who are enthusiastic about seeing his victory, his eyes are immediately fixed on you

Theo looks at you with a sweaty face, seemingly holding back his cold expression by biting his lip tightly, his body frozen seeing you unreadably watching from the chair in the break room

"Aku...-" Theo tried to open his mouth, his cold deep voice speaking a little shaky