The training took much more time than I expected, but luckily we got some new prospering players. I think that by the time we graduate, they'll be awesome substitution. I grabbed the list and came back to the trainer, who gave last information about uniforms and our schedule.
"Chiara-san? May I ask you something?" I heard. Not so tall, but rather muscular freshman was looking at me with admiration. His unsure expression melted my heart. I smiled lightly at him and nodded in interest.
"What is it?"
"Well, we were wondering... how is it possible that you are so awesome at football! And how did you manage to create a team, being the only girl in this company!" he almost screamed with over excitement. I chuckled quietly. His friends were standing by him, waiting for the answer.
"My father played football too, he just showed me how to play. I met boys during one of his matches - our parents played together. When I was about seven years old I cut my hair to actually look like a boy, cause the federation wouldn't allow me to play, but soon they found out. But I proved I'm worth my position so they let me stay. You, Japanese, are much more tolerant about that I think. You don't really care, you purely enjoy the satisfaction you have from playing football. I'm glad I'm here." well, I didn't want it to turn into some kind of a weird monologue, but sorry, not sorry. If they want to know everything, why not? They'll have to accept my leadership and skills.
"You really dressed up as a boy?! Woah, that's so cool! But you are just... on the pitch... I mean, like a hawk! Or something like that. You have incredible ability to posses the ball, your passes are always accurate and those shots! What are you, a superhero?!"
"Alright, sorry guys, but we have to leave this conversation, or she'll end up radiating the heat. Can't you see how embarassed she is? Be careful with compliments or she'll turn into a mess!" my boys just couldn't shut up. I left them all more self-conscious than ever. In a blink of an eye I noticed something. A certain group of basketball players. Well, not that I don't like them. I enjoy spending my time with the Uncrowned Generals - they can be cool if they want. Especially Reo, we can talk a lot about our favorite books.
But then I saw him. Akashi was standing in front of them, staring at me. Damn, that guy has some serious problems. Anyway, what was he doing here? He should be at gym, doing the same thing. Nevermind, I'm definitely not gonna approach him.
"We're done for today." I said, making them leave the pitch. I decided to stay. We didn't have a proper training, so at least I could still shoot a little bit. This stupid knee needed some warm-up. When I was left alone I caught the ball. Just me against the net. Finally I was surrounded by silence nad nothing more. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. That was the thing I liked about football the most. The control of my body that I reached. I know everything about my muscles, my bones and reflexes, that is why sport is so easy and fun. And what is more...
My eyes again turned darker. The vision became sharper than before, covering every possible blind spot. Have I mentioned before that I was blessed with ability to see everything? Even my opponents' future moves? No? Well, now you know. The oh-so-called Empress' Eyes. I was born with it. My father, who also played football, had this ability as well. Just try to imagine both of us fighting against each other. We share the same bond to aggression if we find good catalyst. It wouldn't be good for anyone to oppose us.
My eyes were ready. Thanks to them I could sense any changes on the pitch, so I started to move slowly to score a goal. Everything went perfectly, smooth moves, this characteristic sound of ball hitting the net. I spent about an hour only practising my accuracy. My body turned into a sweating mess, but it was worth it. I put on earphones and started doing the only thing no one could ever take away from me. I started to dance. Dance with using my football skills, so every time I pushed or bounced, the ball did the same as it hit parts of my body. Raising my hands, turn-arounds, fast kicks, everything. Nothing else mattered. If you create yourself a new world, you immediately feel safety in it. That's how my football worked. No one could copy my moves, even Kise. That was also the reason why I didn't accept him into my team back in Teikou.
It was getting darker, so I left the pitch, heading toward the lockers. The towel swung from my tired shoulder. My phone almost died from the usage. While standing in front of my bag I tried to clear my mind from the certain redhead. Well, if I was disturbing, then he definitely was troublesome. But, no more tears for him, I cried enough last time I saw him. It's my territory, and I won't hold back.