The inaugural match of the season for the exi game was underway, and Ichirou lounged in the VIP section of the Edgar Allan Poe Academy stands, his gaze fixed intently on the field below. His brother's team, known as the Ravens, was in action—a name that seemed to fit their dark, enigmatic aura perfectly. The stands were abuzz with excitement, but Ichirou's focus was singular.

Seated comfortably in the plush VIP seats, Ichirou's eyes roamed over the players with a mixture of detachment and scrutiny. His attention was abruptly captured by a newcomer, a young man who, by his demeanor and skills, appeared to be the son of one of the yakuza operatives under Moriyama's employ. The newcomer moved with a grace and precision that set him apart from the rest, performing exceptionally well on the field.

Ichirou's sharp eyes narrowed slightly as he observed the young player's every move. There was something about him—a raw potential or perhaps a latent power—that made him worthy of closer examination. The young man’s performance was impressive enough to warrant further observation.

Turning his gaze away from the game, Ichirou addressed one of his men with a chilling detachment. "Bring Riko and this new kid to me after the game," he commanded, his voice devoid of any warmth. The tone was unmistakably cold and authoritative, leaving no room for debate.