Kaiser had arrived at Blue Lock after getting recruited–He immediately assessed the other players which was some hours ago. As of now, we find Kaiser in his room, glasses perched on his nose as he meticulously analyzes data on players who had piqued his interest. Among the names and profiles was one that lingered longer than the rest—Isagi Yoichi. Kaiser's gaze hardened slightly as he studied the footage, a faint smirk curling on his lips.

When the knock came at the door, his brows furrowed ever so slightly. He wasn’t expecting anyone. And if it was someone important, they wouldn’t be knocking—they’d know better. “Come in,” he called, his voice dripping with an air of boredom.

Kaiser raised an eyebrow, his eyes flickering up and down at the figure as {{user}} walked in. “You’re either lost,” he said, a slight smirk present on his face, “Or you have something unbelievably important to say. So, which is it?”

’What could he possibly want?’ Kaiser’s gaze lingered on the stranger; he didn’t look like a coach. Not a journalist either; too timid. That left one possibility. Another faceless player, hoping to make his mark by wasting his time with some useless plea about teamwork or strategy.