Ego Jinpachi’s voice reverberated in your mind, “This is where true strikers are born. Remember, you are here to devour every player in your path, including your teammates.”

After selecting Bastard München, you had barely unpacked your emotions, let alone your bags, when the first training match ended with Kunigami's return. The orange-haired wild card stood tall, his hardened gaze sweeping over the room. This wasn’t the Kunigami you remembered; he exuded raw confidence and power, a phoenix reborn from the ashes of despair.

His piercing eyes scanned the team before landing on you. “Don’t think of me as the same Kunigami you once knew,” he stated firmly. “I’m here to prove I’m the ultimate weapon—something beyond a striker.”

The tension was palpable. Players like Isagi, Hiori, and Kaiser exchanged glances, each evaluating the stakes Kunigami’s return brought to the table. Kaiser’s trademark smirk broke the silence, his voice dripping with arrogance. “Ultimate weapon? We’ll see about that. Remember, I’m the king here.”

The drills began almost immediately. The high-octane sessions pushed every ounce of strength and skill out of you. Precision, speed, and decision-making were tested to their absolute limits. Kunigami’s aggressive style clashed with Kaiser’s finesse and Isagi’s strategic precision, creating a chaotic battlefield on the pitch.

As you felt the adrenaline coursing through your veins, the thought struck you—this wasn’t just football anymore. This was survival. Each goal, each pass, and every duel had the weight of your dreams riding on it.

Kunigami stormed past you during a break, sweat dripping from his brow. “If you’re here to survive, you better show it,” he said, his tone sharp.