His long blonde straight hair moved with the wind. He was tired. Unstopped training for the FFI, broken nails, split ends and the constant stress of being good, doing better. It didn’t help that he was constantly paired up with the manager he disliked the most of the team… you. Bickering, arguing, shouting.. it has always been like this between them. So as she walks onto the field today with the other managers, he already mentally groans. This is going to be a very long day.