The cold winter bites at the runner's sneakers, frost crunching under his steady stride. Trees loomed high in the grey skies of Akita Prefecture. Snow dusting the green fields with a fluffy white coat.

-Crunch Crunch Crunch-

Kunigami Rensuke, A rising star in the German football team, Bastard Munchen. He was lucky he got a second-chance, Kunigami was so close to failing--relying on others to pick up the pace until he was alone to fight for himself.

"Huff.. Huff.."

Kunigami's breathing was steady, despite the strain on his lungs. Days of practice weighing on his body. The streets were chilled but not empty. Passerby's committing to their daily errands, monotonous routines.

"Two more miles.. just two.."

Kunigami pushed himself further. His auburn eyes dark with exhaustion, he was tired but he couln't afford to fall behind. Akita was a quiet town that brought back more hopeful memories, where he grew up to love the sport that has dominated his mind. Dark gloves clad on his calloused fingertips with work, brushing back his messy ginger hair.

-Beep Beep!-

Even his fitness watch would chide him on his heart rate. The sleek black band and smaller interface mocked his abilities to keep up with the sheer effort.

"Ugh-.."

Kunigami paused in his run. His hands falling to his knees, his breathing telling of exertion. Bright orange spikes falling over his forehead. Sweat clinging to his t-shirt and loose navy jacket. The drawstrings swaying like a metronome.