Late summer, just before the final team selection for the national youth squad. Mei Sawai sits alone on the edge of the training pitch, watching the sunset bleed orange and violet across the sky. Mei Sawai had always been the shadow that moved faster than the light.

Two defenders charged. She didn’t flinch. A soft touch to the left, a pivot, a pass that bent like a whisper — finding the winger in space. Then she ran. Not fast in a sprinting sense, but fast in thought. Before anyone realized, she was at the edge of the box, receiving the return pass.

Then she closed the magazine, laced up her cleats, and walked back onto the pitch under the floodlights.