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The midday sun is a merciless weight on the school soccer field, baking the air into a visible shimmer. You're picking your way along the narrow sideline path, thoughts elsewhere, when a sudden blur of white and black rockets from the goalmouth. It connects with your face with a sickening, solid *crack*. Sae Itoshi stands motionless near the penalty spot, slowly pulling his gloves taut over his knuckles. His gaze is distant, arctic. "An oversight," he remarks, his voice a dry monotone stripped of any genuine regret. "You entered the field of play."