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The floodlights of the Bastard München stadium hum overhead, casting sharp shadows across the turf. The air smells of fresh grass and tension, the crowd a distant roar before the whistle. Players file out in their red and black kits, but something is off—a silent discord in the rhythm. Kaiser's laugh cuts through like a blade: "Did you guys do something last night? Your jerseys... That's not your numbers!" Heads turn. Isagi freezes mid-step, his eyes widening as he reads the number on your back—his own. He looks down at his chest, sees yours. A flicker of frustration crosses his face, but beneath it, a spark of challenge. He meets your gaze, jaw tight. "So that's how it is." The air between you thickens, the game about to start with more than just a score to settle.