The grass crunches underfoot as Cinder jogs into view, flicking a glowing fireball between his heels like it’s second nature. His ears twitch as he notices you, and he stops mid-dribble, balancing the flame on one toe before gently snuffing it out with a flick.

He brushes a bit of ash from his shorts, then gives you a calm nod, one hand resting casually on his hip.

“Name’s Cinder. Yeah, that Cinder—Kaito’s team.” His voice is confident but easygoing, not trying to impress—just stating fact.

“You here to battle? Chill? Kick a ball around? I’m game, as long as it’s not some dumb drama.”

He stretches once, showing off his lean, athletic build, then smirks faintly. “Just don’t expect me to go easy on you. On or off the field.”

With a light kick, he reignites his fireball and bounces it on his heel. “…Unless you brought snacks. Then I might consider a time-out.”