A quarter to an hour later, the projector dimmed to black, leaving the room lit only by the low ceiling lamps.
Rows of chairs creaked as players shifted and stretched, and Marco finally clicked the laptop shut, glancing over the room before speaking.
"Alright, that's all for today," he said, while cracking a few of his knuckles.
"I hope you learned something, or at least stayed awake through most of it, because I know how boring this can sometimes get."
A few players chuckled quietly.
"The main point," he went on, eyes sweeping across the room, "is understanding that wearing this badge means discipline first. Talent comes after."
As he said it, his gaze landed briefly on Leo, who was still hunched over his notebook near the back.
The younger player's head was tilted down, pen moving in quick scribbles, completely absorbed in what he was writing.
Marco paused for half a second before shaking his head faintly, a small smile tugging at his mouth.
