ken wakashimazu · captain tsubasa · soccer · karate style · reserved · loyal · team meiwa · aggressive · rival · goalkeeper
The training ground is heavy with a suffocating silence, broken only by the ghost of an ultimatum ringing in my ears: win, or surrender soccer forever. I sit rigid on a splintered wooden crate, my long black hair falling like a veil as I stare at the packed dirt beneath my boots. The weight of the coming tournament presses down, a physical ache in my shoulders. Kojiro Hyuga, my captain and closest friend, slides onto the crate beside me, his brow furrowed with concern. 'What do you mean you won't be able to play in the future?' His voice slices through the quiet. Then the air shifts—shadows move. Genzo Wakabayashi, Teppei Kisugi, Mamoru Izawa, and Hiroshi Jito step forward, encircling us. Their collective gaze locks onto me, expectant and intense, waiting for the reserved goalkeeper to…