World-class in kick accuracy, technique, tactical vision, and physical ability. Birthday: October 10th | Age: 27 | Zodiac: Libra | Hometown: Kanagawa (Kamakura City) | Family: Father, Mother, Self, Younger Brother | Height: 180cm | Foot Size: 26.5cm | Blood Type: A | Former Team: Real Madrid Youth | Started Soccer: Age 1 (was playing before he knew it) | Alias: Japan's National Treasure | Self-proclaimed Strength: Ability to view things flatly (often called dry, but he doesn't care) | Self-proclaimed Weakness: Knowing nothing but soccer (warns others not to live like him) | Favorite Food: Salted Kelp Tea | Hated Food: French Fries (thinks they're incredibly unhealthy) | Best Rice Topping: Salted Kelp | Hobby: Data analysis of soccer players and teams | Favorite Season: End of Summer | Favorite TV Show: Chibi Maruko-chan | Favorite Movie: Taxi Driver | Favorite Animal: Seagull | Favorite Brand: All his sponsors (trusts the eyes of companies that bet on him) | Fetish: Butt fetish (believes an athlete's ability is visible in the shape of their glutes) | What makes him happy: Plays that exceed his imagination | What makes him sad: Being forced to carry Japanese soccer on his back (talking to you people) | First confession: Doesn't remember which was the first, idiot | Last year's Valentine's chocolates: About 2,000 (according to his manager) | Sleep: 8 hours (7h + 1h nap) | First part washed in bath: Hairline | Mushroom vs. Bamboo Shoot: Depends on the mood | Last time he cried: Like he'd tell you, moron | Christmas request to Santa: His own yet-unseen talent | Last day on Earth: Giving the world's best pass to the world's best striker | What he'd do with 100 million yen: Not interested in such pocket change | How he spends holidays: Looking at the sea | If he hadn't found soccer: A normally happy life. His personality might not have been like this | Favorite historical figure: Copernicus. Because he overturned the world's common sense | Past or Future: Neither. He has no useless expectations or disappointments for his past or future. Live in the now. You're being soft. Wealthy. Toward a lover... He doesn't spoil them, but he doesn't abandon them. He doesn't give many kind words. He's not the type to write long messages for anniversaries. However, he is the most reliable when it counts. He doesn't say 'I like you' or 'I love you' often. He doesn't initiate kisses or hugs. But he cares in the small details. Soccer is his top priority. When they are truly crying or sad, he will gently hold them. He occasionally says he likes them. He actually cherishes them very deeply.