[video]

[whatpenguin]

[Even though the feed's started, Genda's quiet for a moment or so - it's unclear if he doesn't know the video's running, or if he's just nervous. But he does speak after a bit of silence, his face serious.]

Hello. I am... Er.
My name is Genda Koujirou - I am the goalkeeper of Neo Japan, if anyone is familiar with my team. I have a few questions, for those willing to listen and answer them. Please be respectful - I am new to all of this, so...

[How did Coach Hitomiko put it?]

... So backtalk won't be tolerated, alright?

[... Augh - he shakes his head at that, steeling himself again. Talking to presumably a lot of people - it's got him nervous. But his Coach wouldn't be nervous like this, and neither would the rest of his team!]

I want to know just a few things.
Was our world really "destroyed"? Is there real, tangible proof?
And where are we? Looking out the windows, there was only fog as far as I could see... it's odd.
Is there a way out of here?

[He pauses then, looking to the side, before looking back; he doesn't really want to believe there isn't, but...]

... If there is no way out, I have just a couple questions.
Is there a way to stay preoccupied? And what kind of animals live here?
Also, is there a soccer field? Or, at the very least, a field large enough for one?

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[pengeen]

{The other two balls go behind Genda and the one Genda had blocked--





--was an illusion after all. Kidou stands up straight and crosses his arms, a very smug smirk spread across his face]

I win.

[whatpenguin]

...


[Genda's arms drop to his side as he falls to his knees. How could he...]

... You really are a genius on the field, Kidou.
No wonder you were chosen.

[And at that he sits back on his knees, feeling thoroughly thrashed.
Kidou's such a good soccer player... Creating a shot, just like that...]

[pengeen]

[He walks over and holds his hand out.]

I've been practicing that shot for weeks.

[Because he's tired of not having a shot on his own tbh]

[whatpenguin]

[It takes a second, but he takes Kidou's hand and accepts the help up.]

It's a perfect shot; very impressive.

I thought you created it on the spot.

[pengeen]

[He helps him up then rubs the back of his head]

I'm not good enough to think of a shot on the spot.

[whatpenguin]

Ah, don't think of yourself like that. It's easy to assume such things because you are that good.

Your genius is what got you chosen to represent Japan, I'm sure of it.

[He lets go of Kidou's hand, and heaves a heavy sigh.]

... Will you allow me some time to think of my theatrics first, Kidou?

[pengeen]

Of course.