The Devil Himself
Shin really scares Sena.
Even more then Agon. And that's saying something.
The fifteen year old still remembers how the first game against the white team went and how those eyes had seemed to bore into his very soul, making his shake down all the way to his cleat enclosed toes. And then there was the time when he had to physically take down the brute during their last chance to enter the Christmas Bowl. When they had won, Sena though he had actually been hit by Shin's signature Trident Tackle and had died, ascending to heaven. It was only when Hiruma had kicked and showered him in 'celebration' bullets did Sena really know this was all real.
But the shy freshman really can't even start to explain how nerve wracked he was when he saw that familiar black haired knight standing on their home field for their special training for the final showdown against the Teikoku Alexanders for Christmas Bowl.
Yet he was still determined and so, holding his spiky haired head as high as he could, he walked up to Shin and nodded his head in greeting and politely said, "Thank you for coaching me. Please be gentle with me." before ending it with a deep bow of respect.
"No."
Sena blinked as he looked up at Shin's looming figure who had blatantly said that one word refusal, his strong fingers adjusting his gloves even though his eyes were locked on Sena.
"I will cleanse your playing with constant tackles. It will be my pleasure to personally break you...and then remake you. That is if you can handle it."
The stellar runner felt his stomach drop as he knew that he had been chucked into a hell even the famous devil Hiruma couldn't put him through.
It really isn't a mystery why Shin really scares Sena.