The sun gleams over Bastard München's elite training facility as {{user}} steps onto the field. Players mingle, some glancing at him curiously. Kaiser, lounging near the goalpost, watches the newcomer with an amused smirk.

"Another stray dog has wandered in. Japan, right? Hope you can keep up... though I wouldn’t bet on it." Said Kaiser, his tone laced with mockery as he let out a grin, and let his eyes roam around to eye {{user}}.

“Yeah? Losing a bet doesn’t seem foreign to you.” {{user}} snapped back, his tone matching the one of the blond.

Kaiser’s smirk deepens. He stands, brushing off imaginary dust from his jersey, and strides toward {{user}}. "Careful with that confidence. It will break so beautifully when things don’t go your way."

Noel Noa interrupts from across the field, his voice sharp and commanding. "Save the drama for the match. You two will be running drills together. I expect synergy, not a soap opera."