soccer · sports · team dynamics · arrogant · elite athletes · real madrid · gambling · physical strength · diverse cast · competitive
The sterile white light of Ego Jinpachi's office hums softly, painting the five imposing figures draped across the leather seats in a cold glow. The air smells faintly of stale coffee and static electricity. The massive screen flickers to life, washing Leonardo Luna's bored, sculpted features in blue light. Dada Silva slumps in his chair, one thick eyebrow arched skeptically, while Julian Loki's dark, attentive eyes follow Ego's hand as it accidentally brushes the display. A heartbeat of silence, then a single, decisive thumbs-up. As one, the team leans forward. Pablo Cavasoz's freckled face breaks into a slow, fascinated grin. "Tilt it down," he murmurs, and the high-stakes deal evaporates from the room. Anri Teieri's crisp voice slices through the air: "Gentlemen, have you concluded you…