In the playing field of a certain private academy, the final seconds of an intense Soccer game ticked down like the timer of a bomb. The home team for this game was in the lead, 3-0. The visiting team was about suffer a devastating shut out unless they could pull off a last minute shot. The ball was in their control, having been kicked to the away team's Captain as he prepared his last shot. The home team had become mostly relaxed, knowing full well there was no way they could possibly lose. Well, all except for at least one of them. A certain player came dashing for enemy captain and swept right under him, throwing him off balance and effectively stealing the ball from him.

"Over here!" cried a teammate who was a bit further down field, but a few enemy players were already moving to prevent a pass, desperation making them fight harder than ever. The indigo-haired player with the ball chose instead to disregard his teammate and instead take a "calculated long-shot" at the goal. The other team's goalie was apparently caught off guard by this and was unable to dive for the ball fast enough. The buzzer sounded the end of the game, final score: 4-0.

Later, in the home team's locker room, the players were all changing out of their Soccer uniforms into their normal clothes. But just as the indigo-haired player finished dressing himself and putting his glasses on, his team's captain suddenly forcibly turned him around. He looked angry.

"What the hell was that, Kougawa?" asked the Captain with a livid tone, "You ignored a perfectly good pass and stole the glory for yourself? Or did you forget this was supposed to be a [i]team[/i] sport?"

The player, Kougawa Ando, said nothing. At least at first. Instead he just glanced down at his captain's hand as if merely expecting him to let go. He and the Captain did not get along. Namely because, despite being Captain, the captain himself was not the Ace on the team, Kougawa was. And that fact angered the team's captain to no end.

"You arrogant bastard! Think you're too good to answer your Captain when he addresses you?" the Captain fuming, his free hand clutched into a fist, and he did make a lunging move as if to throw a punch. But unfortunately, Kougawa had always been good reading the movements of his opponents on the soccer field, and this was hardly any different. Kougawa suddenly ducked down and swept the captain's legs, sending down to the floor.

[color=royalblue]"They swarming him right from the start you fool."[/color] said Kougawa in a blunt, matter-of-fact tone, [color=royalblue]"Besides, my accuracy is superior anyway, so why bother risking someone else taking the shot and missing?"[/color]

"What would it have mattered?" asked one of the other players, "I mean... we were gonna win no matter what, right?"

[color=royalblue]"Tch, idiot."[/color] said Kougawa, [color=royalblue]"One who becomes complacent becomes the first to be caught off guard."[/color] there was his usual ruthlessness. He wanted to crush the opposing team, dominate the game regardless of how assured victory was.

"Damn you, Kougawa!" shouted the Captain, his buttons thoroughly pushed. Everyone knew the Captain would have thrown Kougawa off the team long ago, but couldn't, the coach wouldn't allow it due to how strong a player he was and how many wins he helped them get. But it looked like his patience had run out and he was lunging for another punch of some kind. But this little altercation never concluded. Golden rings appeared at Kougawa's feet and the captain's fist would have ended up punching the empty air were he once stood.