[Yusei's clearly more relaxed after the game, even if he's returned to his mostly neutral face by the time he gets off the field. The white collared shirt he's wearing is partially unbuttoned to give him more breathing room, showing the freshly healed scarring on his neck, and his tanned face is still flushed red from exertion and from being buffeted by the wind. His hair, while somehow still in those telltale spikes, is clearly windswept.]
Reign.
[He exhales, then chuckles a bit, letting his body relax.]
What, that? [Apparently, he's already been told that a few times by his teammates - a mix between admiration and disbelief for his sheer recklessness.] That wasn't much.
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Reign.
[He exhales, then chuckles a bit, letting his body relax.]
What, that? [Apparently, he's already been told that a few times by his teammates - a mix between admiration and disbelief for his sheer recklessness.] That wasn't much.