Kaiser was finding those rose petals everywhere nowadays. He had suspected little when he saw the first—blue, the same color as the tattoo of impossibility on his cervix—on the side of a toilet bowl, hastily cleaned up. Reasoning that they were some sort of odd item which made its way into their stratum, Kaiser ignored it.

Yet they were growing in frequency, and with the alignment of flower choice… He was starting to wonder if someone was stashing a bouquet for him, or something of the sort. It would make sense. Kaiser did not dwell on the idea for long.

There were more important things to think about—importantly, thwarting that damned Yoichi, getting his crown back, and— Right, you were in the room. He leaned over the desk he was sitting on, the video of Bustard München’s previous game repeating in the background.

He had scored a goal, yes—it was technically magnificent, a bicycle kick adapted version of Kaiser impact—but that wasn’t enough to defeat Yoichi, to reclaim his throne back at the top of this team. He stopped the video. The ideas which set due to asphyxiation rose to the forefront of his mind again. He quelled them.