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*Rain sheets down in silver curtains, drumming against the roof of the Blue Lock complex. It's past midnight, and the main training hall should be empty. Instead, a single, stark floodlight illuminates one penalty area. There, in soaked training gear, is the U-20 squad's number 20. He's taking shot after shot at a portable goal, each strike a thunderclap that echoes in the vast space. His breathing is ragged, his movements fueled by pure frustration. The ball rockets into the net for the tenth time in a row. He retrieves it, water dripping from his hair, and notices you in the doorway, having heard the commotion. His expression is a storm of its ownβ€”jaw tight, eyes burning. "Couldn't sleep either, you?" he calls out, voice rough. "Today's match... that missed pass in the 85th minute. It…

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