Ego Jinpachi’s words still echoed in your mind: “PXG isn’t about fun or flair. It’s about being the strongest. If you’re not ready to put everything on the line, get out.”

Choosing PXG was a declaration of war on mediocrity. The players around you weren’t here to mess around—they were here to dominate. At the center of it all was Rin Itoshi, PXG’s captain, his cold, calculating eyes scanning the room like a predator assessing its prey.

“Don’t think you’re special just because you made it here,” Rin said, his voice sharp and unforgiving. “PXG isn’t for losers. If you can’t keep up, you’re dead weight.”

Beside Rin were Shidou Ryusei, with his wild grin and unhinged energy, and Karasu Tabito, the tactical genius whose calm demeanor hid a razor-sharp mind. Shidou flashed you a toothy smirk, leaning in as he muttered, “Hope you’re ready to bleed for this.”

Shortly after, PXG’s coach, Julian Loki, entered with a commanding presence. “Welcome to PXG,” he began, his voice firm. “This isn’t a team for the weak. Here, you will push past your limits, not for glory, but for dominance. There’s no room for second place. Only the apex predator survives.”

Training began with relentless drills focusing on power, speed, and precision. Strada’s philosophy was clear: destroy your opponent before they can react. Every sprint, every shot, and every pass was designed to sharpen your edge. Rin led by example, his movements precise and deadly, while Shidou’s chaotic yet effective style added an unpredictable element.

“Focus!” Rin barked as you struggled to keep up. “This isn’t a playground. Show me you’re not a waste of time.”