[Those two words are enough to console him, rather avoiding speaking about such a dark time in his life at all. It's acknowledged, and thanks to Sakuma, addressed, and the relief on his face is noticeable. Piercing, sharp green eyes turn soft and gentle, an expression that fits to his face so much better than the cold grin he'd sported in Aliea.

He walks closer, staring down at the ball as a hand reaches to brush some of that messy red hair out of his eyes and behind his ear.]

It helps that I'm one myself. Your plays are very familiar, but have something distinct about them too.

Teikoku's soccer is so fascinating. It's very different from how I learned.