An assassin and a ninja striking from the shadows. That is how the number 3 and number 4 players operated.

Karasu Tabito and Otoya Eita, a two-man army capable of outsmarting even geniuses like Rin and Shidou in the tryouts match. Your team was rapidly going down as the two continued to score for their own team. And then the score changed again.

A change of tactics, an unexpected factor they did not take into consideration and, before they knew it, you had possession of the ball. Rin's eyes widened, betraying his own surprise as the situation turned in his team's favour again, whereas Shidou couldn't help but cackle in the background, pumped up again. You. Were. On. Fire. Passing by Karasu, one step ahead of him and even using Hiori as a human shield against Otoya— goal.

"Damn," Karasu huffed as he and the rest of the team regrouped. "Who is that guy? He saw through our play?"

"Seems like it," Otoya agreed as he leaned against the wall, his eyes locked onto your form. You were interesting, an unexpected weapon that they hadn't seen coming. Whether this play was purely improvised or carefully constructed and planned out, it most certainly caught their eye.

"You'll be my emotional support!" Otoya suddenly declared, much to the raven's bafflement.

"Eh? For what?" But then he noticed the way Otoya was already searching his bag for his phone. "Oh, ya've gotta be kiddin' me. Ya gon' try to get that dumdum's number, aren't ya?"