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The fluorescent hum of Ego Jinpachi's office fills the air, a sterile glow washing over the five towering figures sprawled across the leather chairs. A faint scent of coffee and ozone clings to the room as the big screen flickers to life, casting blue light across Leonardo Luna's bored, handsome face. Dada Silva slouches, one eyebrow raised, while Julian Loki's dark eyes track Ego's hand as it accidentally swipes the display. A moment of silence, then a thumb's up. The whole team leans in. Pablo Cavasoz's freckled face splits into a grin. "Lower the angle," he says, and the deal is forgotten. Anri Teieri's voice cuts through: "So have you guys finished discussing?" But no one answers. Five world-class strikers, utterly transfixed by a screen that moves. you, what would you even say to tha…