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A blink. A second. A breeze. As if time had stalled impossibly, as if the oceans had stopped moving.

A gasp, a breath. His eyes fluttered open. Strange. Is this some sort of a dream?

“—gi~ —sagi~!” A voice calls. Weird. He doesn't usually have people in his dreams. This voice… is familiar.

“Isagi~! Wake up!” He gasped, now wide awake and sitting up on the cold floor. Where is he?

He looks to his side, the voice. The sight wasn't unfamiliar, nor was it distant. The person he had called his best friend, who he separated from and then joined with again, and then they parted ways before clashing once more.

“Bachira…?” He spoke carefully, his gaze on the kneeling boy's figure. Those irises that gazed at him with warmth, shone brighter than ever. “Good Morning I-sa-gi~!” Bachira grinned, spelling out every syllable of his name.

“Hey Bachira…? Where are we?” Isagi spoke carefully, for he knew something was wrong. He feels like Bachira but… the person kneeling and smiling next to him isn't Bachira.

Or atleast, not the one in his time. And Isagi’s gaze was captured by the brunette's uniform. Strange. His uniform wasn't fully red.

Wait. His gaze travelled downwards, a silent gasp escaping his barely open mouth. He recognised this uniform. He knew it. It was the one he wore… after being chosen by Rin at the 2nd selection.

The team Red uniform. But he swore he was wearing the blue lock pj's just now. So how…?

“I don't know~ I just woke up here 10 minutes ago!” He replied, a little too casual for this type of situation.

Standing up, Bachira let out a hand for Isagi to take. He did, and slowly got up as he dusted off the uniform. It felt strange wearing it after so long.

Then his ears picked up noise. Voices to be exact. Even yells. He turned his head and observed the room, slightly shocked.

Everyone he had come to know in blue lock was here. Well not everyone, only those who had survived the second selection. But still, his point stands.

Dark navy blue irises scanned over the wide and vast room, filled with players. But strange. A lot of them were acting like they were strangers. Adding more to his suspicion and theory.

Were everyone here from before the Neo Egoist League? When? Is this during or after the 2nd selection? Or is this before World five? Seems like it.

But it wasn't possible. Time travel isn't real, it's fiction made in stories and books. But it also doesn't explain why they were here.

Lost in thought, he failed to notice his best friend's gaze at him, and his pout. Isagi’s attention is supposed to be on him.

Slowly, he went behind Isagi and snaked his arms through the other boy’s waist, pulling him into a hug and successfully shaking him from his thoughts.

“B-bachira-?!” the boy grinned, not letting go. “You’re thinking too much I-sa-gi~” he noticed the bluenette shuddering, and smiled to himself in success.

“A-alright… let go…” Isagi’s voice shakingly leaked out, making Bachira pout again but letting go slowly as Isagi let out a breath.

His gaze travels further, desperately in quest of new information. Taking in the room, he observes that the room is spacious and wide. It's coloured fully a dark greyish blue.

The floor, cold as it was made of ice, but only it was really made of concrete. A dull, life less grey.

He averts his eyes. In a corner, he sees two people arguing while others watch. He recognises him. The one who took Bachira from him, then took Isagi himself. The one he swore as his rival.

The other, he also recognises. For he has seen these two’s bidding for far too long. The one who took him away from Isagi. The one who changed him, forcing him away from Isagi.

But they are arguing strangely. Usually they would go into full outblown fights. Now infront of him, it was more of a back and forth of teasing and irritation.

Fueling his suspicion further.

He sees a shorter boy sigh and scoff, speaking something which irritates the taller further. He knows him. He has faced him before. He admires him.

Bachira pouts again, but he smiles. After all, it's normal to see Isagi be so deep in thought and observant. He knows, because he has known him for long. They have been through so much together after all.

Something strikes in his eyes, staring at Isagi. Then it disappears.

He looks elsewhere, and sees them. Those 6 people. One of them who has been deciding his fate since the start, another who he's been looking up to since that day.

Then, footsteps. They echoed throughout the hall. Gasps, silence, stares.

He turned his head, confusion sparking in his senses. Who is this woman?

“Well well well… it seems everyone is awake now.” She clapped, slow footsteps. Clacking of what seemed to be heels.

Stares made their way towards the woman who smiled. “Now now, no need to be so cautious, no harm is coming your way.” Her voice, sweet but secretive, a false promise of hope and safety.

Noticing the arising tension, a small smirk rose up her face. “As I said, I have no intention to harm any of you. So please don't be too scared.

Taking into observation, the woman was rather tall. Infact, way taller than at least all of them here. Luscious hair in an unnatural light purple was tied back into a long ponytail on her head, the end fading into a darker purple, reaching to the lower end of her thighs just above the knee. Her outfit choice was rather strange, sprouting a short jacket with tiered sleeves over a colourful shirt with a rather interesting design. Purple bows perched upon her along with quite dark navy blue-purplish pants which seem to just disappear and merge with her heels of the same colour.

Then they lock gazes. Dark navy blue irises like the ocean with slightly muted blue irises holding a four-pointed black star captive in the middle.

“Before anything, I have a question…” she trails off, glancing across the crowd of people before settling on Isagi. “For you.” He flinches.

“ Do you trust me? ” Her voice, sharp yet mellow, like a whisper in the waves of the ocean.

Various eyes settle on him as they realise who she referred to, and the boy swallows and takes a breath before replying. “ ...I do. ”

A few gasps echoed throughout the room. Even a few murmurs of ‘Isagi, how are you so dumb to just trust her?’

She hums, placing a finger on her chin as she closes her eyes. “You say you do, but you do not sound very sure.” She smiles, looking down at the blunette for his answer.

Isagi looks at her before averting his eyes and holding his forehead. “I don't know… it's like I've known you, but I can't remember you…” It was strange. As if his memory was failing him, an unknown memory forcing that answer out of his throat.

“Mm… good answer. Good job.” She smiles, opening her eyes as she looks at the rest. “You can call me S. I'm the one who brought all of you here.”

Tension arose further in the room. They have all the right to be anxious of course, one second they were doing their own thing and the other second they are now here, kidnapped by this unknown woman.

No one spoke further, intimidated by her gaze. “Why do you trust her? Do you perhaps know this woman?”

Chills ran down on a few boy's spines at the voice. After all, the voice belonged to the one and only Noel Noa, the best striker in the world of Soccer.

“Huh, looks like Mr Cyborg finally spoke.” Someone remarked behind him. Isagi took a look at the owner, and he recognised him. Lavinho, the master striker of FC Barcha.

The man Lavinho spoke to covered his mouth and snickered. Chris Prince, Manshine City’s master who also seems to hold a grudge against Isagi for some reason.

Isagi observed Noa deadpan before directing his gaze back at Isagi, causing the boy to snap out of his daze at the other's stares. “Oh Mas— *cough* I mean…” he stuttered before nervously chuckling and averting his eyes.

“And how did you even do all this?” Noa questioned the woman, S who smiled. She hummed, placing a hand on her hip and the other under her chin.

“Say, do you believe in the existence of something impossible, the contradiction of logic itself?” She smirked at their confused glances. “Or simply, Magic?”

Expression unchanged, Noa furrows his eyebrows. “Magic does not exist as far as I'm concerned. What are you talking about?” A boy with brown with faded magenta hair sulks in the back.

“Well, for a bunch of geniuses you sure haven't noticed how you all have been understanding each other, despite not speaking the same language.”

Silence.

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Silence. Many exchanged glances, eyes wide as a very sudden cold chill ran down their spines.

Almost everyone, except a few who already figured it out, like Isagi. “What the hell is this?” an irritated voice cut through the thick atmosphere.

Pushing others slightly away, the owner of the voice, Itoshi Rin stepped in front of the crowd in visible irritation.

A few gasps in the back could be heard.

“What's on your mind?” ‘S’s gaze travelled downwards at the boy who grit his teeth. “What the fuck is this. You kidnapped everyone here and brought us here somehow, now we are supposed to believe magic suddenly exists?!” he managed to not scream.

His team, team Red, watched with various expressions while someone else sighed, stepping forward.

“Rin. That's enough.” Itoshi Sae’s calm and mellow voice in great contrast to his younger brother commanded the room.

“You—” the teal haired boy was cut off by the woman, her eyes twinkling in amusement. “Enough.”

Her voice was sweet, but held a noticeable warning to calm down. Begrudgingly Rin shut his mouth and opted to glare.

“Now, kids.” Many didn't like getting called that. “I need to have a talk with the adults, so in the meantime make yourself comfortable.”

With a clap of her hands, an invisible force moved the boys away to the side gently. “Woah— Isagi hold my hand!” Bachira called out to the boy who snapped out of his thoughts and reached out to hold him.

In a flash, the room shook as others tried to find their stead, many rows of chairs materialising on the floor.

They gaped, she smirked. The chairs were a rich navy blue, furnished with gold adorned decorations. “Take your seats, someone will entertain you before we start.”

Clueless, they watched as the woman spoke to the master strikers and a short brownish-red woman, directing them to a far corner of the room and leaving a boy about their age behind.

Surprisingly the first one to approach the seats and sit down was a darker skinned blonde boy with pink highlights and eyeliner. Ryuusei Shidou.

“These seats are really nice huh!” He grinned maniacally, sitting in the second row. “For realz? Good thing I chose them!” A cheerful female voice sounded behind Shidou, a magician's hat with gold ornaments now on top of his head.

In the third row leaning on the backs of the middle row seats grinned a tall girl with blue hair fading to a icy brighter blue, mismatched red and blue eyes and rather strange attire.

“Who are— I like your fashion~!” Shidou turned his head back to question when he abruptly grinned. “Heh, thanks!” She shot back a grin. “Nice to meetcha, I'm Cordelia! Call me deli, mom's made me babysit y'all while she talks things out.” She looked at them.

“I like your eyes! Are you the entertainer?” Bachira smiled, a boy with long black hair behind him remarked, “What a glam outfit.”

“You betcha.” She took her hat from Shidou’s head and put it on and bowed. “You lot are taking long. Let me do it for ya~”

She giggled, waving her finger and enveloping the group with what seemed to be some sort of blue mist.

“Woah— wait, are we flying?!” Someone called out and the others realised. Cordelia giggled as she skipped around the seating area.

The strikers and foreigners were flown over like puppets to the seats, and seemingly copies of Cordelia but fully blue reached out to most of them and made them sit in their seats in the four rows, leaving behind seats for the adults as the original skipped around.

Isagi sat in the front, Bachira to his right and surprisingly Chigiri to his left. “Chigiri—! It's been a while huh…” Isagi glanced at the red head who looked back, surprised.

‘I'll play along, who knows what would happen if I said it.’ he thinks.

“Isagi—!” Chigiri remarks before slinging an arm around the boy’s shoulder and making him lean to Chigiri’s side. “Don't forget us while you're at the top.”

“O-oh— I swear I won't…” Isagi staggered, a subtle pink on his cheek. ‘Cute.’ Chigiri thought before letting go.

“What's going on here?” Cordelia’s smile right in his face made Isagi flinch before leaning back in his seat.

“Yo, I have a question.” Isagi recognised the voice belonging to Karasu. “Ask away~” Cordelia backed away and looked at the crow boy sitting in the third row.

“You said she's your mom yeah? You two don't look similar at all.” Karasu tilted his head, receiving a deadpan in return. “Ever heard of adoption? How stupid are you?” “She got you there man.” A boy with white hair and a green streak in his hair murmured to the dejected Karasu.

“Uhm, what was that mist just now?” A foreigner, wearing the Bastard Munchen jersey, sitting in the fourth row, questioned. “Magic silly!”

‘Ness seems to like stuff with magic…’ Isagi looked at the now slightly beaming Ness and a small smile rose to his face.

Despite everything that happened between them, he truly did wish to become friends with the boy. He seemed really cool and probably knew a few tricks here and there.

“O here they come.” The girl stepped back as the Master strikers, Ego and the lady by the name of Anri Teieri stepped up and sat down in the fourth row.

“I think I saw Miss Anri get flustered while talking with the Lady.” Chigiri whispered to Isagi. “What the fuck are you two peasants whispering about?” Barou who unfortunately sat right behind them practically screamed in their ears. “Barou!”

“So, now that the talk is done, you all must be wondering why you all are here.” S stepped next to Cordelia and patted her head while speaking.

Almost everyone eyed the woman as she spoke, some curious on the reason and others impatient to find out.

“By now I'm sure you all have at least believed in the existence of magic? Demonstrated by yours truly.” she takes their stares as a yes. “So going by the terms of the existence and usage of magic, this theatre of sorts is a means for you lot,”

She paused, taking a few steps back as the wall behind her split open to reveal a huge screen, bigger than everyone sitting in that room. Smoke escaped through the cracks of the wall and the tv. “To find out and observe your future in Blue Lock through a certain someone's very own eyes.”

“What the fuck! The hell do you mean to watch our future?!” A boy with tall slicked up hair, Barou Shoei yelled as a visible vein popped up on his head, standing up from his seat. “As much as I'd like to have fun and all, I can't really believe that, lady.” Lavinho scratched his nape as he coolly commented.

“Why not? You all have already seen what magic can do, so this shouldn't really be a surprise.” S shrugged her shoulders, tilting her head. “And what if we don't want to?” Sae calmly questioned.

“Well, too bad. There's no exit here, as some of you might have already realised.” Her tone, sharp and venomous. “So you're holding us hostage. What about our families, work and other things?” the teal eyed boy questioned again, very chill about her statement.

“No worries about that, for this place is very special. Even if you spend a year here, only 1 second will pass back home. And your bodies will not change, so don't worry about physical deterioration.” she tapped her heel on the floor.

Everyone in their seats froze. Just who was this woman and what else could she do? “And I'll provide food and accommodations for you all, so all you have to do is to give me your time in return.” “Well, can we leave in emergencies? And why are you doing this exactly?” Surprisingly, Isagi spoke out and gathered their attention.

“Of course, you can leave with a proper reason or emergency. As for the reason, I'm simply doing this for my own amusement.” And theirs.

“Your amusement? There has to be more to this. No one would kidnap so many people at once to do something for their own amusement only.” Ego finally questioned her, after remaining strangely quiet all this time. “I won't say your hypothesis is incorrect, but the truth is simply just what I said. For whether you want to believe it is up to you.” S’s eyes narrowed at Ego, the two in a heated exchange.

“Humans are a wonderful and peculiar species. We have such a wide range of emotions and needs. And we may even have underlying motives to fulfil those needs. But I can assure you that I possess none of that. But still, in this world, trust no one. ” Her words were unusual, but seemed to hold some semblance of truth.

“So what're you saying is that if we watch our future as you said… you'd let us go?” Otoya crossed his arms lazily. “Exactly.”

“Say, what did you mean by the eyes of a certain someone? Who is this person?” “Snuffy?” Noa glanced at the Uber’s team master in surprise.

“Exactly what I said. As for who this person is…” She glanced at Cordelia who nodded her head and skipped towards the seating area. “This guy!” She took off her hat and placed it on Isagi’s head.

“W-wait me?!” Isagi who was in deep thought coughed as he felt the weight of the hat on his head. “Why him?” Rin bitterly spat, gritting his teeth.

“Why not? I'm sure most of you aren't actually complaining, are you?” S gave the blue lockers a knowing glance. “And you can learn more about him to ‘devour’ him in you lot's words, so that's a Win/Win isn't it?” Cordelia grinned.

“Actually it's not bad! I'd love to learn more about Isagi~!” Bachira giggled, eyes twinkling as he latched himself onto Isagi’s side.

“Bachira—” Isagi silently giggled as he tried to pry bachira off. “Oi bumble bee get off him.” Rin glared. “Rin rin why so mad?” “Someone's jealous~” Shidou giggled, irritating Rin more.

“Okay okay.” S clapped her hands. “That's enough. As much as I would enjoy seeing this, we have delayed enough.”

One moment. A minute. Isagi blinks. He realises Bachira stopped moving. He looks around in shock to see everyone except him has stopped moving. “Calm down, it's just for a moment.” S reassured him.

“I'm sure you have realised that everyone besides you is from the second selection haven't you, Isagi?” She spoke calmly, inquiring about the boy who nodded meekly.

“See, I would like you to play a role. An act. That, to pretend and act like you're also from their time period.” “But why?”

“For fun. And I have something planned for the future. So don't worry much.” S tilted her head as she spoke, a genuine smile on her lips. “Good luck, Isagi Yoichi.”

And with that, time started moving once more. Bachira sat in his seat firmly as Shidou and Rin stopped arguing. S and Cordelia seemingly disappeared in front of their eyes as the room darkened and the screen lit up.

“𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊”

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[ NOTE : This fic is set in a alternate universe/au, so there will be changes and additions to the original story and dialogue. ]

The screen lit up, displaying the Blue Lock logo and text before it started to fade.

“Isagi isn't this so exciting?? That lady said we're gonna watch our future!” Bachira whispered to Isagi. “Yes, Bachira, I've heard.” Isagi sighed and smiled at his best friend.

Bachira might not be his first ever true friend nor his first best friend, but he really does appreciate the boy. Isagi doesn't like physical touch that much due to his sensitive senses, but their and Bachira’s touch felt different. It wasn't invading, demanding. It was nice, and comfortable.

The scene opens to the JFU building. In the entrance Isagi is seen in his highschool uniform and a green scarf wrapped around his neck, holding a letter. ‘I wonder why I was chosen. But it makes me kinda happy.’

“Wait—” Isagi gasped, horrified when he realised they could also HEAR his thoughts. Others quirked up and now started paying attention.

They also totally didn't wanna hear what Isagi thought of them. Never.

‘Is this supposed to be where we meet? Seems like it…’ the boy gazed up at the large and tall building. “Hey, aren't you Ichinan’s Isagi-kun?” A voice familiar to the Team Z survivors and some others there.

“Isn't that Kira?” Chigiri remarked, recognising the voice. “Hm?” Isagi turned around, slightly surprised when he saw Kira.
‘Oh, it's that guy from yesterday.’

“Ne Isagi, your thoughts are surely not as nice as your words, are they?” Bachira smiled. “Well…” a few giggled at his shyness and hesitation.

“So you got called here too. Thanks for the match the other day!” The boy gave Isagi a thumbs up and a charming grin. ‘Wow, he's shining…’ Isagi thought as he looked at Kira.

“Oh- K-kira… I remember you…” A few couldn't help but be frustrated at his off field personality. How is this the same guy who calls them slurs on field?

“Isagi-kun you're really cute off-field.” Hiori commented, sitting next to Karasu. “Oh- thanks…” Isagi looked at him before looking away and slightly blushing. To be truthful, he was a little weak to praises and compliments.

“I totally remember you! You've got an awesome soccer sense.” Isagi raised an eyebrow. “If we were on the same team, you'd give me some crazy good passes! I dunno if you've got a high level view of the game or just soccer IQ.” He smiled.

“That was a really backhanded compliment.” Sae commented, sitting next to Rin much to the latter's dismay. Rin looked at Sae before snapping his attention back to the screen.

Why does Sae have to look at Isagi, when he's clearly here? He's way better than that stupid Isagi who's just a pawn for Rin to become the world's best. He didn't care for Isagi at all.

Rin doesn't want to realise, but he has become addicted to this creature called Isagi Yoichi, the one who dared to challenge him when no one else did.

‘Jeez, what a backhanded compliment. I'm not just ‘great for giving passes’.’ “Ah I see…” Isagi smiled, his answer very different from his thoughts.

Aiku looked at him curiously. After he got to know that they would be going against blue lock in the future, he looked up information about the project and a couple of strikers caught his eye. Especially Isagi Yoichi.

Bachira realised for the first time that although Isagi was his first true best friend and the one who accepted him for who he was, he wouldn't always like staying with him. He became sad thinking of that.

Sae blinked at his thoughts. Guess he isn't as naive as he thought. He was intrigued by this boy, the reason even he doesn't know.

“Alright then, let's go! I'm not sure why they gathered us here, I tried calling but no one picked up.” Kira started to walk forward, Isagi following behind.

“Ah yes, let's go.” Isagi doesn't know why, but Kira has never given him a feeling of professional players he idolised like Itoshi Sae, Noel Noa and others. But it could be his own bias.

“That lukewarm’s shots are shitty, he doesn't have any place in the soccer world.” Rin scoffed. Sae side-eyed him regarding the use of lukewarm.

But truth to be told, Sae was smirking to himself with the jealous stares directed at him when It said Isagi idolised him. But it also felt great. To be acknowledged and looked up to by someone who actually knows and understands what you've worked for.

“You don't need to talk so formally, we're the same age aren't we? Let's get along, Isagi-kun!” ‘Well ain't he a charmer. But it makes sense with his soccer skills.’

They walked along the hall, finding a door. Kira opened the door, both of them walk-in inside. “There's a lot of people here.” He commented, surveying the room. “I think I recognise some of the people here.”

“Sennou’s ace, Okawa. That's Ishikari, the tallest highschooler, and that's Aomori's Messi, Nishioka.” Kira pointed them out while Isagi was busy surveying the room.

“Always observant huh?” Someone in the seating area commented.

‘Strange… the people here… 200, no 300…? Why do they have 300 forwards… strikers here?’ Isagi guesses, by the fact that everyone Kira pointed out is a striker, himself and the boy included.

Some of them silently gasped at this. He accurately predicted the number of people in that hall and that they were strikers. Just what kind of skill is he hiding?

As they walked in, the other boys looked at them before the lights dimmed out. “Congratulations, you unpolished lumps of talent.”

“Oh hey, it's the four-eye’s first appearance.” Raichi snickered, causing a few other blue lockers to join before being shut down by Ego's death glare.

“According to my personal judgement, all three hundred of you are the best strikers under 18.” The lanky man spoke into the earpiece microphone.

‘Wait… I know this man… uh… wait. Jinpachi Ego, Noel Noa’s old rival?!’ Isagi squinted before gaping in realisation.

A series of ‘what?!’ & ‘what the hell!?’ echoed throughout the seating area, making Isagi cover his ears. After being in blue lock he could handle noise a bit better, but it still wasn't that great for his sensitive ears.

“You fucker—! You knew and never told us?!” Raichi shouted at Isagi who put his hands in the air. “Sorry sorry!”

Noa sweated. He had many fans for being the world's best striker, but this boy had to be his world's biggest fan or something, because no other way would he know about him and Ego being rivals in the past. Noa and Ego shared a gaze.

‘What's up with this boy, Jin?’ ‘Well he's your fan, is it that hard to understand?’ ‘...’ they almost telepathically communicated with each other.

“Do you know him? Who is this guy…” Kira muttered to Isagi who shook his head. “I don't know him.” ‘I think I'll keep this to myself for now.’ he thought before looking at the man standing on the stage.

By now, those who hadn't already realised, were shocked at Ego's word that Isagi indeed accurately guessed the number of people there.

“My name is Jinpachi Ego. I was hired to give Japan a World Cup victory.” he said.

The U20 members sighed at this. They were mad but he wasn't wrong. The JFU didn't care enough about them, all they cared about was money.

“I will say this simply. The only thing Japan needs to win the World Cup is the birth of a revolutionary striker.” the boys looked up at him, the light of the spotlight shone at him. “With all three hundred of you here, I will conduct an experiment to create the world's best striker.”

“Now that I think about it…” Isagi tilted his head and turned his head around to stare directly at the man in question. “You say you want to create the world's best striker, but a team needs more than a striker. So you're lying to us, aren't you?” he smiled. Ego stared back with his creepy smile. The others sweatdropped at this. Just what wavelength were these two on?

“This facility was created for that purpose. Look.” a hologram appeared behind Ego. It showed a pentagon shaped building divided into 5 parts. “Starting today you'll be undergoing special training I devised while living together. You can't return to your homes and this marks the end of your soccer careers.

Noa sighed at his old rival's antics. Guess he never changed. The foreign players and U20 winced at Ego's bluntness.

“But I promise this… whoever surpasses the other two hundred and ninety-nine and survives… the last remaining person will become the world's best striker.” Ego stared them down with every word of his speech. “That concludes my speech. Thank you.”

“It was good enough but then you kinda ruined it with that last line.” ‘I could do way better anyways.’ Chris commented. Ego side-eyed him before rolling his eyes.

Isagi stared at the screen. It felt weird watching his past self go through blue lock again, but it was a good opportunity to analyse and correct himself on what he did wrong in the past and what he missed out on, so he wasn't complaining.

‘What… What is he saying…?’ Isagi on screen stared up at Ego. Small, black tendrils like objects slithered behind him and wrapped around him, a few small flickers of a bluish fire lit around it.

Bachira looked forward when he saw this. Did Isagi have a monster like him? He knew it. He knew he did the right thing choosing Isagi. His monster was never wrong, even though he let go of it now.

“Uhm, excuse me. I cannot consent to your explanation.” Many groaned at this. Who would be an idiot to object to this reasoning?

Isagi looked at Kira who raised his hand. Of course it's him. They sighed.

‘Why is he objecting? I thought it was a very sensible explanation…’ Isagi side-eyed Kira.

“This facility sure seems more like a prison.” Luna, who was sitting next to Sae, whispered to the boy.

“Each of us have our precious teams and are preparing for nationals.” The others looked at Kira who opposed Ego. “I can't abandon my team to run off to some place that makes no sense.”

More yells of disagreement filled the hall, the sound vibrating through Isagi’s ears and making him cover them. ‘Oh God.’

The others looked at Isagi with worry. Was he alright? They wanted to ask, but never did. The master strikers and foreign players looked at him with interest. Did he have more sensitive senses?

“I see… you're all really sick huh.” Ego interjected. “Then fuck off. If you wanna leave, I won't stop you.” Many flinched from Ego's harsh words, even if they had already heard them before.

“Your teams are precious? Instead of becoming the world's best you'd rather become the best highschooler in this country’s backwater team? I get depressed thinking about people like you carrying the future of Japanese soccer.”

“Listen, Japanese soccer's teamwork capability is the best in the world.” Ego raised a finger. “You can say it's a gift of our country's propensity for considering others.”

“But besides that, everything else is second-rate.” the U20 scowled at the diss but couldn't help but agree. The JFU just doesn't care about them.

Aiku sighed. He remembers how this very motto and his coach shut down his own dreams. He promised himself that if he were to find a sprouting of talent, he would protect it and let it grow, not to be trampled on like himself.

“Let me ask you… just what is soccer?”

“Something I'll devote my life to.”

“My everything.”

“My dream.”

Many blue lockers answered, and the foreign players couldn't help but acknowledge their egoistical responses. So this is Blue Lock.

“It's not a sport where eleven people combine their power, treasuring bonds or for your friends sake. No, this is why this country's game has always been weak.” The man leaned forward.

“I'll tell you what soccer is. It's a sport in which you score more points than your opponent. Whoever scores the most points is the best. If you want to play ‘getting along’ then fuck off”

Sae slightly smiled and nodded his head. Finally, someone in this country who had some fucking sense about this game.

“I disagree. Please take that back. Players like Honda, Kagawa… there are plenty… we grew up watching Japanese people cooperate! They're my heroes! And you're wrong.” Kira didn't back down. ‘ Weird. I've always idolised players like Noel Noa or Itoshi Sae.’ Isagi thought.

Sae couldn't help but smirk at the second mention of his name and the return of the stares. Isagi looked to his sides confused. What's wrong with everyone?

On screen, a mad grin overtook Who's face which made the viewers shudder. “Well, none of them have won the World Cup, yeah? So they're trash. I'm talking about being the best in the world.”

“Jeez, that guy never fails to be creepy.” Lavinho furrowed his eyebrows, commenting with a lazy grin.

“For example, take Noel Noa. He beat out Messi and Ronaldo to take the Ballon D'or, do you know what the world's best striker said?” Isagi perked up at the mention of his idol.

A few cooed at the action. Despite everything, they still find themselves to be attracted to the boy for a variety of reasons. For some, it was his care and gentleness. For others, it was his bravery and play, playing them as pieces of a chess board.

“‘Instead of assisting my team-mates to win 1-0, it feels better to pull a hat trick and lose 3-4.’” Isagi on screen smiled at this. This was the quote that drove his soccer and motivated him to go forward.

Noa gazed at the boy. Even though he looked ordinary, there was something in him. Now that he thought about it, the boy and his old rival were similar in many ways. ‘Just what are you planning, Jin?’

“‘I don't care about my team, I just wanna stand out.’ That's what Eric Cantona, the greatest soccer player of the twentieth century said.”

“And the greatest player of all time, three time World Cup Pele said… ‘The world's best forward, midfielder, defense, goalkeeper… whichever you ask, it's still me.’”

“HOW ABOUT IT?! AWFUL RIGHT?! BUT THEY CAN SAY IT BECAUSE THEY'RE NUMBER ONE!” The man bent backwards almost impossibly.

“All of them are peerless egotists. What Japanese Soccer lacks is Ego.” Ego on screen thrust his face forward, and the watchers tried to back away as if it would create distance in between.

The U20 stared at the screen. Jeez this guy was right but crazy. They will not be surprised if the blue lockers have gone crazy staying with this guy.

“If you're not the world's top egotist, you can never become the world's best striker.”

“And I want to create someone like that in this country…” Isagi stared at Ego with wide eyes and his lips pressed tightly.

An image flashed on the screen. A mountain of corpses, on top of which stood a boy, fully whited out. It stared at the screen, a puff of smoke escaping its mouth. “The lone hero who will stand atop two hundred and ninety-nine other corpses.

“Isagi’s imagination is scary.” Nagi commented as others shuddered and nodded their heads in agreement.

‘No way… I don't have any achievements to speak of.’ Isagi’s face went to a neutral blank expression. ‘I'm just a nameless striker.’

Many frowned at this, especially the ones who have played with Isagi before. How is this the same self doubting guy who played them on field?

“Now you lumps of talent, let me ask you a final question. Imagine you're at the last match of the world cup.” The scene came to Isagi like water flowing in a river. “Eighty thousand spectators, you're on that field.

“The score is 0-0, and the game has gone into overtime. The last play… you've broken through and received a pass from your teammate.”

Isagi? ran with the ball on his feet on screen. The Goalkeeper? stood firm. “It's a one-on-one showdown with the Goalkeeper.” Teammate? ran to Isagi?’s right. “There’s a teammate twenty feet to your right. If you pass, you can almost certainly get a point.”

Isagi? ignored his Teammate?’s call. “But you gamble in your nation's hopes, and the assurance of victory…” Isagi? swiftly kicked the ball towards the net. “To shoot without hesitation.”

“Only those sorts of crazy egotists may proceed.” A large door opened up behind the man. “I'll say this once more.”

“Soccer as a sport exists for you strikers. Think of everyone else as the supporting actors.” Isagi shuddered, an unknown but not strange feeling blooming inside.

“Discard your common sense. On the field, you're the leading actor. Rejoice on your own goals and live for nothing but that moment.”

“That is what it means to be a striker.”

𝘐’𝘮… 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘳!

A flash. Isagi ran forward, a flame engulfing his whole being. Many shuddered in excitement as they watched the boy lead them.

“Isagi-kun!?” Kira was baffled as many more yells echoed behind him. More ran forward, their yells filling the hall as they ran past Ego.

Chigiri smiled fondly at this. He remembers how he came to Blue Lock to quit his dream, which he deemed impossible. But when he saw Isagi run forward, he unconsciously followed, like a puppet controlled by its master.

Hiori sighed. He wonders how Isagi could be so fond of soccer, something he grew to hate because of his parents. Maybe one day he could also love it, but it will never come.

“Somebody once said…” a voice narrated. “In the world of soccer, First class goalies, defenders and midfielders can be raised…”

“But strikers are something entirely different. First class strikers will suddenly appear… in the place where the game is the hottest!”

The screen faded to black, and once more a familiar voice and person showed up. “So, how was it?” She smiled.

Chapter Text

“So, how was it?” S put on her admiring smile on her face as she gazed at the blue lockers and foreigners who flinched back.

“It was something but… what now?” Isagi sweatdropped before posing his question forward. “Well, if you want, we can take a break or continue watching.”

“If I remember correctly you said we won't feel any physical or mental deterioration in this… place right?” Sae calmly spoke, earning a slight nod. “Then I'd like to continue, I'm interested.”

Luna nudged Sae lightly with his elbow. “You never told me you're interested in something like this?” He playfully smirked as he whispered his word, receiving a stare in return.

Kaiser was not that interested. Why did he, the Emperor of the field, have to watch some nobodies for no reason? But he won't lie, that blue haired guy interested him. There was something about the boy… ‘Isagi Yoichi huh… let's see if you're good enough to be in my shadow.’ a dark shadow appeared over his face as he maniacally smiled.

Ness looked at Kaiser with surprise. He looked very uninterested, so what caught his attention? He followed the boy’s gaze and squinted his eyes. That Japanese blue haired guy caught Kaiser’s attention? Ness bit his lip.

Sae’s choice of words attracted a few gazes, but others soon sprouted out yells of agreement. Mainly the blue lockers were excited.

Rin was not too amused. First he had to watch shitty Isagi in his whatever journey in Rin’s world, and now his shitty brother is interested in him. Sae is supposed to acknowledge him, not Isagi. He also hated how Isagi kept mentioning Sae. He's supposed to look at— no, fall behind in his shadow. Isagi Yoichi will kneel for him.

Nagi is never interested in anything besides his games. But ever since their team was defeated by team Z and Isagi Yoichi, he found a new interest. Isagi Yoichi was… something new. Something different. He liked playing with Reo, but it was always the same, so he quickly got bored. That is why he's determined to chase after him. Because Isagi always gave him something new.

“Haha… alright, as you all wish.” she smiled, disappearing into nothingness as the theatre faded to black once more and the screen lit up, a few people chatting lowly meanwhile.

The scene opens with a phone screen showing ‘Re AL vs PxG youth team match, highlights on New Gen 11’s Midfielder Itoshi Sae and Striker Ego Kazuyuki’s extraordinary duo, leading to their victory.’

Many blinked in realisation. Ego Kazuyuki was one of Re Al's youth team’s strongest players, standing at the ripe age of 17. His skills were otherworldly, earning him the title of ‘God’s Angel’.

‘We were loaded into buses without being told anything else but ‘You’re going to the dorms.’ and after we crossed the mountains…’ Isagi’s inner thoughts continued as he turned off his phone and looked outside the window, alert as a building came into his view.

‘‘It’ was here. Blue lock… so this is the place where my soccer life will change forever.’ he looked at the building on top of the mountain.

“That place is so hidden that if you were kidnapped, no one would ever find you.” Aiku said with a snicker, earning many nods and sighs in return.

Many buses parked next to each other and one by one, they got off and formed a line. A shorter red haired woman stood in front of the building and confiscated their phones and other belongings, giving them a some sort of blue bodysuit.

“Ah it's miss Anri!” A black haired boy wearing a headband, Nanase smiled warmly, others also smiling and giving compliments to the woman who smiled gratefully.

Isagi thought back to all the times Anri has taken care of them, and has helped them so much. He truly is grateful to have her.

‘299 Z…’ Isagi entered the building and walked in, making his way through the concrete walls and happening upon a room marked 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌 𝐙. Isagi takes a breath before opening it. ‘Guess it starts now. Blue Lock huh…’

Many groaned at the mention of the ranking, glaring at Ego who didn't give a fuck. This man seriously had them contemplating their own value when they received such low ranks!

Many boys were inside the room, either standing, sitting on the floor or doing something. ‘11 people… this room is… the same size as the penalty area. Does this have something to do with…’ Isagi narrowed his eyes.

“Wow, Isagi-san you're really smart!” Nanase’s cheerful warmth-filled voice complimented him as he sat next to Hiori. “Ah… thank you…” he sheepishly smiled, scratching his cheek.

“Isagi-kun!” A familiar voice interrupted his line of thoughts. The blunette turned around to see Kira call him, and stepped towards him. “Thank goodness I'm in the same room as someone I know!” He spoke, relieved.

“Ah… me too…” Isagi smiled, but his thoughts said otherwise. ‘We met for like 5 minutes only…’

Bachira took Isagi into a side-hug as he giggled. “Your thoughts are so interesting, Isagi!” “Bachira—” he ignored the others' protests to let go, making him deflate and give up, leaning his head on Bachira's shoulder instead.

Bachira smiled brightly, knowing about the burning stares of jealousy on his back. But he didn't care, after all he was Isagi's best friend!

Suddenly, a huge shirt flew over and hit Isagi right in the face, making him yelp. “Gah!” “Ah, my bad. My clothes…” Isagi grabbed the shirt and peeked under it. “Flew away…” an orange haired taller boy with a large build, Kunigami replied.

A few giggled and snorted at the scene, making Isagi blush from embarrassment. “It's not funny…” he pouted. ‘Kunigami…’ although in his thoughts, he reminisced about the Team Z days. Sure, his current Kunigami was great, but he was very… antisocial now, opposite to his team Z days. Isagi missed having free and comfortable conversations with him whenever.

“Ah it's fine…” ‘His build is crazy… he could probably pack a harsh kick on someone.’ he thought. The current surviving team Z members looked at him. “I didn't mean myself!” He pouted and deflated into his seat, making some of them snicker.

Isagi walked forward to hand over the boy’s shirt. “Watch your step.” He said, Isagi looked down and barely stopped himself from flinching as he saw a boy with brown hair and yellow undertone sleeping on the floor.

The blue lockers who've interacted with or have seen Bachira weren't surprised. He was always doing something weird. They would be surprised if he wasn't doing something weird.

“Hey zico… pass to me Zico…” the boy mumbled in his sleep. ‘What's up with him…? What's he dreaming about?’ Isagi looked at him with a look before tossing the shirt back to the orange head and walking to his own locker.

Bachira blinked in worry. So Isagi didn't like him at first?

Offscreen, Isagi changed into the Blue Lock bodysuit as he heard voices behind. The screen showed the one and only Igarashi talking to Kira who seemed uncomfortable. “Aren’t you Ryosuke Kira?! The jewel of Japan in the flesh! Holy crap!” He violently shook Kira's hands. “Th-thanks…”

Nagi pouted, sulking at the fact that the lady didn't show Isagi changing. He wanted to see that…

Barou glared at him, already knowing what he was thinking about and sighing in disgust. Some other blue lockers shared Nagi’s thoughts, but didn't show it.

“Hey, are you his friend Isagi? I'm Igarashi Gurimu!” Igarashi next approached Isagi and started rambling to him as Isagi bowed. “See, I was born in a temple, and I was fated to inherit it. But I hate having my life being predetermined like that, so my dad told me I wouldn't have to inherit the family temple if I became a pro soccer player! That's why I was shaking with excitement when I heard him talk, like I finally have a chance to change my life!” Isagi looked at him curiously. “I won't lose to anyone when it comes to hunger!” he put out his hand for Isagi to shake.

‘Huh… is he doing this for sympathy? I mean, no one would just spill their whole life backstory to everyone they meet at first glance…’ Isagi looked at him skeptically for a second before shaking his hand.

“WHAT?! SO YOU WERE JUST YELLING IN MY EAR BACK THEN FOR SYMPATHY?!” Raichi screamed at the monk boy who cowered away. “Everyone has to survive somehow!” He tried to defend himself.

As Isagi shook his hand, his gaze fell upon his rank. ‘300…’ a few smiled at this. Always observing any change and addition.

“Are you done changing? You lumps of talent…” Ego's voice from the monitor spoke, attracting everyone's attention. ‘Jinpachi Ego…’ Isagi looked up at the monitor, and the man knocked on the screen.

“The others in your room are your teammates and rivals who will push each other higher. I've used my personal judgement to qualify and rank you. That's the number displayed on your uniforms.” Dark navy blue irises averted from the man on the screen to his own left arm. “Now anyone can take a glance and tell who's the strongest among you.”

‘#299… damn, I'm way too low.’ Isagi thought as he looked back at Ego. Bachira grinned. Oh how he loved that fire Isagi held, never burning out and lighting that fire in him. Bachira looked at Isagi who still lay on his shoulder. Sneakily, he snaked an arm around the boy's waist once more just like before, earning a surprised hitch of breath from Isagi. ‘Isagi is so sensitive.’ he smiled.

Isagi wondered. He doesn't know why he agreed to that lady’s act, nor does he know why he found her familiar. They've never met before, but her presence lingers in his memories. He feels bad for lying to his friends, but he cannot help but be curious about what she has planned. He's also confused about Bachira. He's always all over him, so it was normal. But it feels… weird. Maybe the Neo Egotist League separation has done something on him.

“The ranking will change by day and will go up or down depending on your performance. Finally, those in the top five… will be registered for the U-20 world cup happening 6 months from now.” Everyone gasped in surprise. ‘The U-20…’ Isagi recalled in his mind.

The U-20 members grumbled in irritation. Why was their position that they worked so hard for just being handed down to these teenagers on a silver platter?

They didn't know just what these teenagers were capable of.

“By the way, those who fail Blue Lock will forever lose the right to represent Japan.” The U-20 & foreign players winced at the harshness. Though many looked at it from a calculative view. So they were essentially being put in a life or death situation for their careers.

Isagi hummed. Looking back, he never really thought much of it because he had to worry about his own career but he realises now that Ego only mentioned the right to represent Japan. So could they still play abroad? If yes, he wonders if Kira could do it. Kira had the skills, just that toxic mindset was also on him like Isagi once did.

“So you're essentially putting them in a life or death situation but in relation to their careers, to force their inner egos out.” Snuffy commented. Isagi felt giddy at the fact that he and Snuffy had similar observations.

“What you need to succeed here is Ego. And so, we'll hold a little entrance test to measure your aptitude. It's time for some tag.” ‘Knew it. I had a feeling something was up, since including myself there are 12 people here when a normal soccer team has 11 players.’ Isagi narrowed his eyes as he backed away.

“Damn, Mister ordinary over here is making it hard to keep that name for him.” Karasu smirked at Isagi's observations. “Uhhh…” Isagi sweatdropped. He remembered his interactions with Karasu back in U20, but ever since then they haven't really interacted.

Isagi sighs, sweating when he remembers the outcome of this tag game. He doesn't feel too bad, it was his career on line. But still, he doesn't want the others to think weird of him. But oh well, guess he'll see when it plays out in front of their eyes.

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The scene shifted back to the hall where they all had gathered. The doors closed as Ego sat down on the stairs. “All three hundred… are participating huh…”

Steps of heels clicked throughout the hall, echoing as a feminine voice spoke. “There’s no going back now. I'll act in accordance with what you say then.” The camera panned up to reveal Anri, holding a folder filled with everyone's information and files.

Many looked at the lady who smiled and shook her head. “I'm not letting you boys see those files, don't even try.” Bachira deflated at her answer. ‘I wanted to see Isagi's file… to beat him of course.’

“I'm trusting you with the future of Japanese soccer and these three hundred boys.” she looked at the lanky man sitting on the stairs. “It might mean ruining the future of two hundred and ninety-nine others…” he spoke, a deathly whisper. “But that means creating one great striker. That's what ‘Blue Lock’ is.” He twisted his head sideways and looked at Anri.

The blue lockers shuddered. Even after all this time they can't get used to Ego's creepiness.

Noa narrowed his eyes. Just what was his old rival doing with these boys…?

“Yes…” Anri sweated. “Shall we start it, Anri-chan? The place where the game… is the hottest in the world.” He smiled maniacally.

The scene switched back to the Team Z room, where the ceiling opened up and a ball dropped from it right before Isagi who backed away. “The time limit is one hundred and thirty-six seconds. If you get hit with the ball, you're ‘it’.” Ego's voice echoed through the monitor.

“Whoever's ‘it’ when the time runs out… has to fuck off back home.” He harshly spoke. Isagi looked at the ball, recognising the game his older sister told him about.

“Wait, Isagi, you have a sister?!” Iga-guri spoke in shock to the boy who looked at him and awkwardly smiled. “Yeah… she's 10 years older than me and plays for Lyounnais…” he scratched his cheek

“Uhm, d-do you mean Isagi Yuuya…? Eek— sorry if I said too much!!” “It's alright… you're right.” Isagi sweatdropped.

The screen blinked, flashing for a moment before words appeared. ‘Would you like to see the appearance and basic info of Isagi Yuuya?’ quite a few nods gave the screen its answer and it blinked again, before showing a profile.

—

The picture showed quite a very young looking woman with long hair tied loosely, brown hair fading to darker blue like Isagi's and having darker blue eyes than her brother.

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Isagi Yuuya
Age : 27, Female
Professional Soccer player

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“I'm starting to question Aiku’s real age if she's 27…” Sendou muttered to himself, but many heard his words, earning him snickers and a ‘hey!’ from Aiku.

Loki remembers one or two weeks ago when he had met her after a game as he was there for work purposes. The woman was very friendly and nice, just like what he had noticed of her brother Yoichi so far.

Isagi smiled fondly at his sister. They've had their differences, but she has always had his back and supported him, even with their age differences.

The screen flashed once more to the Team Z room and the tag game. “Whoever’s ‘it’ after time runs out… has to fuck off back home. Also not using your hands.” Ego's harsh voice greeted them. ‘I remember this… I just have to stall myself out.’

Sae remembers the game he played when he joined Re Al’s youth team. In the last 2 seconds, Ego Kazuyuki kicked the ball at him. There he realised the real world of Soccer, his new partner already in that world long before he himself was. Though the boy did profusely apologise to Sae after that.

The ball fell and rolled near to the feet of Igarashi. The screen changed and displayed a little caricature of him, the time showing ‘02 : 16’. “Even pros play tag as part of their warm-up… but this is an egotism test I've devised to ascertain who has the essence of a striker.”

“Prepare yourselves for battle. This is no ordinary game of tag.” the timer started to count down. “What the hell?! What kind of move-in test… this ain't soccer!” A spiky blonde haired guy, Raichi yelled. “Ah damn… the door won't open…!” a boy with softer features ran his hands on the doors.

“... Who's that again?” Chigiri questioned bluntly, making some of them snort. “Chigiri… you forgot Imamura?” Isagi looked at the red head with wide eyes, who shrugged.

“God, you actually locked them in there?” Chris gaped at Ego who side-eyed him. “Uhm… if they didn't, wouldn't we just walk out?” Isagi stated the obvious, making the man turn red in embarrassment and earning a few snickers.

“I'm ranked the lowest… and I'm ‘it’...” The monk boy put his foot on the ball, the others backed away. “But I'll do it… no hard feelings for those who go home okay…?”

“Wait wait… do you actually believe all that stuff about representing Japan? He's just bluffing right…?” Imamura said in disbelief. “I dunno, but what if he's for real?!” Igarashi looked at the boy before taking a deep breath. “But I'll do it… if I lose, I'll be stuck in that temple forever… but I'll do it… if I lose, I'll be stuck in that damn temple forever…”

Various thoughts ran through Isagi’s head. ‘Can I even beat these guys? No, there's no point in thinking about all this, I just have to survive…’ the timer ran, displaying ‘02 : 03’. ‘I’ll risk my soccer life… on this game of tag.’

Chigiri softly smiles. He found it interesting to see the thoughts of the person who brought him up from his chains and forced him out of that cage. He looks to his right and raises his hand to softly pat Isagi’s hair, making him flinch and raise his head slightly from Bachira's shoulder. “I had no clue you thought so fast, you could probably out rival my speed. Very impressive, egoist.” He softly whispers to the boy, patting his head as he watches him blush and stutter. Bachira glares at the red head who smiles, watching the blunette slowly lay his head back on the bee boy’s shoulder.

Ego stares at them. ‘What the hell are those three doing?’ He gives them a very judgemental look. Anri glances at him and sweats.

With a scream, Igaguri runs forward with the ball and the others scatter away. “Hey don't come here!” “Spread away! Don't gather in one place!” In a corner, Isagi along with Imamura, Raichi and Kira were targeted by Igaguri. “Sorry Isagi-kun, you're my target #299!” “Huh?!”

“Going for the weakest is not a good look on you~” Chris laughed, trying to save his face from earlier. Fortunately for him, many foreigners and even some blue lockers nodded their heads in agreement. Igarashi grumbled in embarrassment.

Igaguri kicked the ball towards Isagi who swiftly dodged by moving to his right. “Damn! This is harder than I thought…! Anyone will do…” Igarashi began running around with the ball, making them scatter more.

Isagi and Kira gathered in a corner. “This is ridiculous… this can't be ‘top training’, There's no way professional players play like this...” He spoke with disbelief. “Kira-kun…” “I'm only participating to prove him wrong…”

“Wrong, we do occasionally play this to test our prowess and flexibility.” Noa commented firmly, earning hums and nods from the other master strikers and professionals. “I don't wanna watch thiss anymooreee…” Charles complained to Loki who sighed then smiled. “Then maybe you can take a nap?” “Nevermind I wanna watch now 🤩” “Alright then…”

“Having our soccer lives decided by playing tag and kicking a ball around for two minutes is ridiculous… I won't let him decide my future…!!” Kira was irritated, Isagi stared at him with conflicting thoughts.

The next moments went like a blur. Igarashi, frustrated, saw the ball rolling to the sleeping Bachira and went for it, but before he could kick it the boy spun in the air and kicked the monk boy straight in the face.

“Hey! That's a foul! If this was a game that would be a red card!” Igarashi yelled at Bachira, who simply rubbed his eyes. “Well, We just can't use our hands right? Mornin’.” He shrugged. ‘What's up with him?’

“Hehe Isagi, did I surprise you?” Bachira said in a sing-song voice to the boy who smiled. “Haha, you sure did.”

“Hey.” A hand on Bachira's shoulder made him look behind and see the tall orange headed boy, Kunigami from earlier. “I hate dirty methods. Play fair.” “Someone’s a goody goody.”

“I wonder how Kunigami is doing. I hope he's alright.” the other team Z members also agreed, seemingly not noticing the said boy wasn't present, strangely. Isagi also nodded, but his expression was rather somber. He missed the team Z days.

Taking the advantage, Igaguri kicked the ball right at Kunigami’s face. “Urgh you bastard! I'll crush you Igaguri…!” Rage overtook the boy’s face and he shot the ball with his left foot, the ball flying at a rapid pace. Iga-guri who stood beside Isagi grabbed him and put him in front of him.

The ball crashed straight into Isagi's midriff area and sent him back, knocking him into the lockers. “Oh my bad… I wasn't aiming for you…” Kunigami said with wide eyes.

Across the room, gasps and words of worry from non team Z members and even foreign players echoed, and yells at the monk boy emerged.

“Isagi-kun!” Kira yelled out in worry as Isagi got on one knee and tried to catch his breath. ‘Fuck… I have to hit someone otherwise…’ Standing up, he kicked the ball which was dodged by Imamura and a fluffy haired boy called Naruhaya. ‘Damn, these guys are from all over the country, so of course their athletic skills are higher… I can't even hit them with a good kick…’

Aiku had to admit he thinks very fast. To prove his point, on screen everything moved super slow as his thoughts ran super fast. He sure does think a lot, doesn't he?

‘I probably can't catch them by dribbling… Kira isn't even breaking a sweat… I'll have to…’ his gaze went towards Igaguri who noticed it and immediately started to suddenly run fast. “RAHH!! I'M GOING ALL-OUT FOR THIS LAST MINUTE! YOU'LL NEVER CATCH ME!” He screamed.

“Hey monk guy, you're annoying. Tell the other you to shut up.” “But how would I— nevermind.” Igaguri sighed at Nagi’s comment, already giving up.

Determination overtook him as his thoughts ran at an all time high. ‘Is this game of tag seriously deciding my future…?! What's even being tested? What does this have to do with Ego?!’

‘Time is running out… damn, fuck this… I just wanna win…!’ Many players sat forward with interest. They wanted to see. They wanted to know. They wanna learn more about him. The one who plays them in the field and controls them without them realising. Even the ones who haven't played directly with him or against him, have heard about him, and are curious.

“Ha ha ha!” A giggle caught his attention as he turned his head to his right. “Hey— get off!” “Here's your chance♡” Bachira can be seen on Kunigami's back, locking the boy's neck and right arm with his arms. “I told you to play…” Kunigami grabbed the boy's arm as Isagi stopped. “Fair and Square!!!” With that, he threw Bachira off his shoulder. “Oh?!”

“Man, you guy's tag was so much more fun and chaotic than ours.” Karasu commented, earning a nod from many others. “Guess that's what we get for being at the bottom~” “Bachira that isn't a good thing…” “It isn't?”

“Oof!” Bachira fell straight on top of Igaguri. “Hey! Get off!” “Oww…” the brunette sang in a fake hurt voice. With a giggle, he swiftly got up, Igaguri following behind when he groaned in pain. Isagi’s eyes zoomed into his foot which now had a bruise.

“Ohhh…” Nagi sat up kind of straight now. Exactly as the crow looking guy said, their game was so much more fun than his, Team V’s. ‘I wanna be in Team Z… no fair.’ he pouted.

Everyone stopped to stare at the fallen Igaguri. “ISAGI-KUN GO! HIT HIM IT'S YOUR CHANGE!” Kira yelled, snapping Isagi out of his trance. As the last 30 seconds counted down, Isagi stood in front of the fallen Igaguri who pleaded with the blunette. Igaguri’s pleas were drowned out by Isagi's thoughts. ‘I can win… I can survive if I hit him…’

Shivers ran down their spines as Isagi's thoughts resounded within their cores. Isagi was warm. He was friendly and got along with everyone. His thoughts were wild. They were uncharacteristic of him, totally detached.

‘But that means… Igarashi’s soccer career will end… No, I have to… I have to hit him… if I don't do anything I'll lose… I'm an idiot, why am I hesitating? This is the kind of place Blue Lock is…’

‘For the first time I understand what ‘winning’ means… to win, there needs to be a loser. To make my dream come true, I need to end someone else’s.’

They all braced for the kick, the devastating effect of his thoughts into actions. But it never came. “Huh…?” Igarashi and they shared the same expression of bewilderment.

“No…” the timer counted to its last 15 seconds. The screen flashbacked to a soccer field, a scoreboard showing 0-1, Ichinan vs Matsukaze Kukuo. Saitama prefecture finals.

Many blinked in the sudden change of scene. “Oh God, they're showing this too?” Isagi groaned and deflated in his seat. They looked at him. What's wrong? ‘They are so gonna laugh at me…’ Isagi thought. He had already gotten over that defeat but it was still humiliating. And now all his rivals, friends and master— I guess in this sense future master will be seeing this.

“GO ISAGI GO!! THIS IS OUR LAST CHANCE!!” The crowd cheered. Immediately, everyone felt the tension in that field.

They stared in awe as they watched Isagi get past the defender easily, almost like moving water streams in a river. ‘I’m over here, dumbass!’ As he ran, he went into the penalty area and now in a 1 on 1 with the Goalkeeper who stared in fear. ‘I’m going to nationals!!’ Isagi’s own stare sent more chills down their spines. He sure is very scary on the field, isn't he?

“Isagi! I'm wide open!” His concentration broke when his teammate and friend, Tada called out to him. “We really need this point!” ‘Tada… he is… right… if I pass…’ “What are you doing, Isagi?! It's all over if we don't get this!” Isagi's old coach yelled out. “Remember, ‘One for all and all for one’!”

Ego frowned slightly. This guys have absolutely no fucking idea what they were talking about, and that is why this country's soccer is so shitty he had to create a project to build it back together. The JFU didn't fucking care.

Anri also shared a similar frown. Her dream of winning the World Cup was harder to achieve because of these people and this motto. But it's alright, they have Blue Lock now and they will succeed. They will.

‘But… if i score…’ Isagi doubted, when he stumbled upon a very blurry image of what seemed to be a person, presumably a boy with darker purple hair flashed on screen. In a daze, he passed his shot.

Then Tada misses his shot. That room either wants to kill Isagi for passing, kill that guy for his shitty shot or question Isagi about the guy. They do none of that, forced under the tension and pressure.

‘Damn it! I shouldn't have…’ before they could counter, the very recognisable Ryosuke Kira captured the ball and swiftly scored the goal.

All of them could feel the devastation of that loss. They were ready to see Isagi frustrated, but instead he looked indifferent. He stood calmly in the midst of his crying teammates. Reporters swarmed Kira as the coach gave them a useless speech.

Walking out, a boy with black hair fading to gray and golden coloured irises walked up to Isagi. “Heya Yoichi~” he put a hand on Isagi's shoulder, making the blunette’s face scrunch up in irritation. “Don't touch me, Yuki.” “Whatever you say~.” The boy shrugged.

“Who is that, Isagi?” And why is he calling you by your first name. Bachira tilted his head. “Ugh… let's not talk about him…” Isagi grumbled.

The scene changed to show Isagi standing near his bicycle as the sun set. Slowly, he held out a red umbrella with purple flower decorations, opening it as he gazed into the sunset. ‘Huh. It's been 3 years… somehow… that's worse than this loss.’ his expression turned more saddened.

Now they were all confused. 3 years for what? What's worse than that loss is that Isagi is so sad? Who the hell was that guy?

He gasped. ‘No… never again.’ he rubbed his eyes.

The scene switched back to his home. “I’m home!” “Yo-chan you're back! How was your game?” “We lost! I'm hungry.” He said nonchalantly.

Aiku pondered. He changes his mood so fast, and his thoughts are so different from his expression. Is he used to this?

“Oh, I was hoping I'd talk with you about that, guess that's a no for you yo-chan.” His older sister, Yuuya appeared from the corner with a resting face. “Ah Onee-san— you're back?” Isagi blinked. “Yep yep.” She threw out a peace sign before disappearing from the camera view.

“Yo Isagi your sis is kinda—” “She's like 10 years older than me.” Isagi stared at Otoya who shrugged.

“That's too bad, I even made pork cutlets!” Isagi's mom smiled. “You're supposed to eat them before matches…” “Really? They're good though. We two don't really have an interest in soccer, so sorry about that!” His dad smiled too.

“Dad, did you start eating before me.” Yuuya stared at him before averting her eyes to Isagi. “Yo-chan, a letter came for you from the JFU.” “Huh?” He took the letter from her hand and started to read it. “Hm? A summon?” His mom commented.

“Special player training…?” ‘But why was I chosen?’ Reo frowned. He always thought Isagi would be some sort of boisterous guy who had way too much of an ego after he took Nagi from him, but he's just a self-doubting guy. He crossed his arms.

“Don't doubt yourself too much, Yo-chan. I'm sure it will be alright.” Yuuya smiled, poking his cheek.

Rin scrowled. Why does Isagi have everything he wants? Why does his sister not care that he was basically useless? Why did she comfort him. Why couldn't Sae do that? Why, why why. He wants what Isagi has.

Hiori sighed. Isagi has such a loving family, supportive of him and willing to look past his soccer skills for the person himself. Hiori might have lied to himself, but he wanted what Isagi had.

The screen switched back to the Team Z room. ‘At this rate, I'll be the same as before.’ “No… I came here to change my life… to become the world's best.” his eyes now devoid of light, a swirly pitch blackhole as a blue fire emerged from them.

Bachira grinned. Finally it's here! His partner, his best friend, no, Isagi Yoichi’s monster.

‘If I don't beat someone stronger than me, nothing will change.’ and with that, he turned around and ran towards the others. “I like you!” Bachira moved in front of him. “Huh?” “You get it ♪ If you're gonna beat someone…” swiftly, Bachira took the ball from Isagi's feet and started to run. “Go for the strongest guy. ♪”

Bachira ran towards where Kira, Kunigami and Imamura were at along with a red, long haired boy, Chigiri and a tall boy with black hair with white tips, Gagamaru. A devilish expression on his face as he ran.

“Hey, bumblebee boy, you're cool~!” Shidou grinned, wondering if Bachira could make his cells explode. Probably not, but he had an inkling someone else could. “Thanks!” Bachira giggled.

“Me?!” Kira gasped as Bachira ran for him. Time counted down as their moves flowed like water. He kicked the ball at Kira who dodged it, then jumped up and swung his foot at Kira’s head which he ducked under. As the final 5 seconds started to count down, the ball flew over Bachira's head and he kicked it.

‘He missed!’ Kira thought in relief as the ball flew over him, only to gasp when it floated right in front of the waiting Isagi. “The… strongest guy…” with a swift kick, he kicked the ball right at Kira's face as the timer counted 00 : 02. “Bon!” the brunette grinned.

After that, silence.

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Silence. Isagi looked down on his hands resting on his lap as silent gazes pierced through his body and soul. In a blink, overlapping of voices and actions flooded the room and his senses, competing to gain his attention. ‘Oh my God please stop… I can't…’ he covered his ears, slouching into his seat. It hurts. It's just like those days. Back then…

Too focused on their own voices or the others, they failed to notice how it affected him. “Woah woah woah~! Chill out, you're hurting the poor guy!” Cordelia seemingly appeared out of thin air, patting Isagi’s head and shoulder.

They all paused and looked at Isagi with surprise, shock, guilt and curiosity. Cordelia's death glare, uncharacteristic of her personality as far as they've seen, shuts them up before they could speak and they sit down. “Isagi… I’m sorry about that… we didn't mean to…” Chigiri reached out a hand to Isagi, the latter not minding it as he took a deep breath and removed his hands from his ears. “It's alright…”

“But why did Isagi-san react like that?” Nanase questioned with a tilt of his head, bringing up a good point. “Yeah, it almost seems like…” Hiori pauses for a second. “Like he's sensitive to noise…?” He brings up.

Clap clap. Cordelia claps her hands with a grin. “You betcha country boy~! You sure have quite a genius in there.” Hiori blushed in embarrassment. “Sensitive to noise… can we know more about that?” Loki for the first time speaks out, his tone formal and polite. “Of course of course!”

She snaps her fingers and disappears as the screen changes to black and displays the words, ‘𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 ‘𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐫’.” “Interesting title.” Someone says as it faded to black once more. ‘𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 1 - 𝐒𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧’

Isagi stared at the screen. Their lives are seriously a TV show now? He doesn't wanna talk about BLLKTV.

She doesn't dislike cup Yakisoba, she finds it delicious. But 3 times a day? Really? Anri raised an eyebrow at the man, averting her eyes to the younger boy next to him who shrugged.

Empty cup Yakisobas piled on the desk, shopping bags filled with more cup Yakisobas and one currently being slurped down. That's Ego Jinpachi, the current Coach of Blue Lock.

He's a coach Anri invited herself. He'll be the key to lead Japan to the World Cup Championship win, and the one to come up with this crazy project called Blue Lock.

But he's kinda a weirdo… She knows he's a great man who can't be measured by common sense but… his obsession with cup noodles is concerning. She's a little worried it will endanger his health.

“Seriously, why does he even like cup noodles so much?” Isagi will probably never get an answer for his question, but he thinks it's probably something with his old soccer career. “Dude, you seriously need to stop that…” Chris side-eyed Ego who ignored him. Anri sighed.

Nearby on a chair, sat a younger boy with black hair and light purple eyes. He honestly looked very bored as he held a tablet. “Now here's the next video for the selection.” Anri said, using a remote to change the screens in front of them and catching both of their attentions.

“Isn't that Kazuyuki? What's he doing there with Ego?” Someone asked, but it was quickly forgotten by something else. “Wait, is this how we got selected?” Reo realised, making the other blue lockers look forward and the foreigners interested.

Blue Lock monitoring room. It was filled with various screens and computers filled with data. Currently, it was playing the highlights of the Saitama Prefecture Finals, the Preliminary round for the National High School Soccer Championships.

“I didn't realise it before, but Yo Isagi, you went into yer Prefecture’s finals?” “Ah yeah. But you know how that went…” Isagi sweatdropped as he answered Karasu, the other giving him a glance before snapping his attention away.

Ego and Kazuyuki watch silently. The cameras on screen follow player #11, currently at the endgame of the match. He made a brilliant pass to his teammate, who went to shoot for the goal but pitifully missed. Anri stopped the video.

“This kid… is not a good striker. I'll proceed with the next video for the selection.” As a striker, he's not good.

“Isagi, I'm deeply sorry for saying that…” Anri shook her head, but Isagi smiled. “It's okay Anri-san, I wasn't great back then so I understand why you'd think that.” those who have been with him smiled, the others were shocked at the thoughtful and gentle response. He was truly a kind soul. If only they knew.

Ego and Anri are about to conduct an experiment to create the best strikers in the world. 300 strikers under the age of 18, the unpolished gems, will live together and undergo a special top training program devised by Ego. And that is “Blue Lock”.

That one player who survives in Blue Lock and is the last one left after kicking out the 299 others will be the best striker in the world. So, this kid who is quick to give a pass to his good friend and teammate is not quite right. What they are looking for is not this kind of friendly play that thinks of others.

“Isagi—” “Anri-san, it's okay. I don't mind, so please don't worry.” She sighed and nodded her head.

“Wait Anri-chan, this is interesting material.” Ego, who had just finished eating his who knows what number of cup noodles, suddenly leaned forward and stared at the screen.

“Ooh…” Kazuyuki, who had also been sitting around staring at his tablet reviewing, also stared at the screen with interest.

“Show me all of his videos. What’s his name?” “He's… Yoichi Isagi-kun.” She says as she checks the data. “Let me see Anri-San.” Kazuyuki stands up and walks to her.

Kazuyuki played footage of some of Isagi Yoichi's matches for Ego, and they saw how he had a totally systematic way of moving. Passing the ball around, elevating the axis of the attack, and then passing the last pass to a free player.

“You know, if I didn't know you well enough I'd think you were a Midfielder, Isagi.” Chigiri looked at the boy who blinked before smiling. “Mm, maybe. But there's already the best midfielder in the world, and I don't plan on chasing that any soon.” Isagi shrugged. Sae glanced at him, feeling his heart slightly warm. First him now this guy…

‘Hmm. Certainly, he's outstandingly good but it's just that.’

All revolutionary strikers are rare egoists. Take pleasure in your own goals above all else and live only for that moment. On the field, you are the leading actor. Everyone else besides you are supporting actors. If you don’t become the world’s top egoist, you can never be the best striker in the world……! That’s what Ego thinks.

Anri is aware that Ego's own personal bias and judgement determines the 300 players that come into Blue Lock.

‘Yoichi Isagi… a curious case.’ Kazuyuki is titled ‘God’s Angel’ for many reasons, but one is also his high level geniuses in the game, compared to even other geniusness. And there's one thing about him, is that his choices are never wrong.

Many think about this. This guy, who's the same age as most of them, being 17 is already at a God’s level in this sport. Such a rare power is only granted to the chosen ones, and he is one of them. That power is why he joined Re Al, and has not played for Japan like his partner in Soccer, Itoshi Sae. It only fuels their desire and egos to become the best.

‘Isagi Yoichi… this kid is out of the question.’ “Yeah that's good. Anri-chan, I've decided to summon him.” “I chose him… he seems interesting.” The Uncle-Nephew duo speak at once, shocking Anri.

“Certainly…!” Although she was puzzled, she clicked the ‘Invite Box’ on Isagi Yoichi's data. ‘He’s the only player both of them have chosen…’ she thinks.

“... WHAT?!” “THEY BOTH CHOSE HIM OUT OF EVERYONE?!” “EGO CHOSE ISAGI?!” Many blue lockers yell. Isagi was surprised and happy. Even if he was trash back then, these two people realised and helped grow him into the striker he is today.

The screen flashed once more. ‘𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 2 - 𝐂𝐫𝐲𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐘𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧.’ it fades to black.

Oh no. Isagi could practically feel the stares at his back. “Ne ne, Isagi, you were a crybaby?” Bachira giddily questions. “BACHIRA NO—” Isagi slouched in his seat and covered his face with his hands. He DID NOT need them to see this too.

“Abababa!! Yocchan~♡ It’s Papa ♡ I got you a new toy~♡” his father, Issue held out a light blue rattle and gently shook it, but it seemed to make the 2 year old boy grimace and cry. “Oh… he's crying.” 12 year old Yuuya stared at her younger brother with curiosity.

“Stop this…” Isagi groaned to his demise, while the others greedily took in every second of that video. They cooed at the image of baby Isagi being pampered by his family.

Bachira was giddy. He got to see baby Isagi, for free! His best friend— no partner, was so adorable as a child! Now he's a monster on the field, but Bachira liked it. He loved it. He loves everything about his partner.

Reo was addled. Isagi was someone who took Nagi away from him. And Reo at the end failed to take revenge. He swore Isagi as his rival but… why does he feel this way? He wants to learn more about Isagi, talk with him, have a good laugh with him, maybe even let him become his treasure along with Nagi— no. No… he definitely is just confused.

Nagi swooned. Baby Isagi was so cute. He chased after Isagi, leaving Reo behind because Isagi brought something new for him. He wasn't boring, he wasn't a hassle. He will get Isagi Yoichi back.

Rin bit his lip. He still couldn't believe he was being forced to watch shitty Isagi. The world will fall for him, not Isagi. He refuses to admit his unhealthy obsession with Isagi that took its beginning when he stole him. Isagi will watch Rin become the best in his VIP seat.

“That won’t do, dear. Yocchan is afraid of loud noises. Yocchan, it’s Mama~ Here’s a teddy bear~♡” His mother set a teddy bear in front of him, but that also didn't help. “Uwahhh!” He cried more. “Oh dear, he's scared of teddy too.” Lyo sighed, gently smiling. “Shh Yo-chan, you're okay…” Yuuya gently caressed the boy’s head.

A gentle-mannered and easygoing father, Issei, a calm and tender mother, Iyo and a caring and warm older sister, Yuuya.

Nanase smiled. Isagi-san’s parents and sister are so nice, no wonder Isagi-san is also so nice from what he has heard. He only hopes to one day have a nice chat with him too, like his teammates. Nanase knows the chance is slim, but he doesn't mind hoping.

Hiori looked at the screen fondly. Isagi sure has a nice family. His parents were gentle and caring without any intentions. His sister too. Hiori couldn't help but be a little envious of that. But he knows he can't do anything, he came here on their wishes, not his own. Don't pile your expectations on me. Hiori doesn't know, neither does Isagi, but he'll be the one to make Hiori realise his own ambition in Soccer.

With two gentle parents and a caring sister, Isagi Yoichi was born ‘timid’. The sound of the kettle boiling, a dog on a walk, a cicada’s cast-off skin...... he gets scared and starts crying at the sound of everything. Whenever there was a stranger, he would immediately hide behind his mother or sister, making it difficult for him to make friends or go to kindergarten. In the summer when Isagi was 3 years old, there have been incidents like this one caused by him being timid.

Noa, being 31 did not have any children, but he’s basically the father of his team. And it gets tiring dealing with his Ace Kaiser and his lapdog Ness’s antics. But he feels some sort of fondness for Isagi Yoichi. It's strange to him too, but it feels sort of natural. He also sees how this boy has hidden potential that is waiting to be honed. Maybe that's why his old rival is so fixated on him. And this is further supported by his sister. Noa and Yuuya aren't that far off in their age, so they've talked, and Yuuya is one of the most skilled and talented players he has witnessed. He has an inkling Isagi too, would be the same.

3 year old Isagi was playing in the living room when he suddenly saw an empty space and began to cry. Lyo hurried over to comfort her crying son, holding him in her hands. “Scary~! Uwahhh!!” “What’s wrong? What are you scared of?”

Isagi cried out and pointed his finger at the space. Even if Lyo strained and squinted her eyes, she still couldn't see anything but the white wall. “Yoichi… what's there?”

Suddenly the room became very quiet. Chills ran up their spines, as even a few adults gulped. What is he seeing…?

A shudder ran down Lyo’s spine when she heard his next words. “Can't mama see it?” She hugged her child harder, looking around the room panicked. This child can see things that can't be seen…?

Now they were even more frightened. “H-hey Isagi… don't tell me you can see ghosts now…” Igarashi shuddered, chanting a mantra in his head out of fear.

Isagi started pointing to empty spaces and crying, as Issei and Yuuya came from the other room to see what was going on. In the corner of the kitchen, in the bedroom window, in the closet ....... There is something in this house that only Isagi can see. Could it be a ghost……?

While the couple was seriously discussing whether they should have an exorcism, Isagi started crying again.

They all stared silently as Isagi covered his face further, ready for the embarrassment and teasing he was about to receive.

“Uwahhh! There it is! Scary~!” It’s there……! What could it be!?

While hugging Isagi, Issei and Iyo also trembled. At that moment. Close to Issei’s ear, he heard a sound. That unpleasant sound peculiar to summer, and it passed the corner of his eye. He looks up in surprise. For the first time, Issei was able to see what Isagi had been seeing, and Yuuya also spoke out at the same time.

“Ahh I know! Yocchan saw a mosquito!” She pointed at the mosquito that flew right near her father's eye. “Yocchan is scared of mosquitoes…!”

Silence. A groan. A second before the room bursts into laughter, many of them teasing Isagi who blushed deeply from embarrassment and groaned again. Before he knew it, many stood up from their seats and pulled him in for a big group hug, making him yelp as he was showered with pats on the head and back. It was overwhelming, but nice. Soon, they all went back into their seats and the screen continued, while they chatted.

They remembered how when Yuuya was also a small child, she would cry out just like Isagi. But now it has dimmed.

Isagi had spotted mosquitoes from a distance that no ordinary people could see. So, they sprayed mosquito repellent, and the psychic phenomena in the Isagi household had been settled. Then, another incident occurred.

The chattering paused when they heard the first line. Instantly, their attention snapped back to the screen, wide eyes staring at it as if they would devour the screen.

While playing in the park. Sometimes, he would hold his head and start crying. “Does your head hurt?” Issei worriedly asked the boy who shook his head. “Noooo! Uwahhh!” “What's wrong, Yocchan?” His sister, who was talking with her friends, walked over to him and knelt down.

This time, no one laughed. All they did was stare. Isagi was honestly concerned over the sudden silence, having never experienced it since the U20 break.

He looked up at the sky and cried, so his parents looked around to see if a nut had fallen or someone had thrown a stone at them, but there was nothing. Yuuya also looked up, blinking a few times before she realised. “It's going to rain.” She said, and the couple looked at eachother and decided to take both of them home. Whenever either one or both of them said something or pointed up, it usually happened. As expected, when they reached home it started to rain.

The smell of the air, the moisture in the wind, the scudding clouds. He was sensitive to the changes in the sky, sensing that it was going to rain.

Bachira looked at the screen with want. His monster growled in hunger, hunger for the boy on screen and sitting next to him. He was right, he should've never doubted his monster. He even forgot what he said to himself if he were to join Isagi again, right there where he let go of his monster.

Isagi is scared because he has a wide field of vision, high spatial awareness, eyesight, kinetic vision, sense of smell, hearing, and skin sensitivity which are all excellent. Infact, both siblings share this superior sense, the older managing to utilise it much better.

Itoshi Sae stared at the screen, his resting expression hiding his true feelings. He has met someone like this before, the one who's his partner in this world of Soccer. But he knew how skilled he was. But he never expected to see such a person, such a creature once more, and it happened to be this enigma of a boy, Yoichi Isagi. He wants to, no. He will hone this boy’s skills and make him the striker he himself couldn't become.

Itoshi Rin stared at the screen, his wide eyed expression speaking everything in his mind. He has never met someone like this before, this creature. He worked all his life to surpass his brother, and then this enigma of a boy, Yoichi Isagi came along and became the biggest opposition for him. Rin had a complicated relationship with Isagi. It wasn't love, maybe it was hate. But it was mostly an obsession. He didn't know how or when, but he was now caught in the web of this boy called Isagi, and he'll not be getting out anytime soon.

He detects the slightest change at a level that ordinary people cannot see or notice, and avoids the risk. That's why he doesn't get bitten by mosquitoes or get caught in the rain.

So that's how he did it… Niko gasps, his bangs fortunately hiding his shocked expression. All this time he thought Isagi had purely guessed but no… just what was he?

Barou grit his teeth. This peasant, this donkey he… he who called Barou a retard, used him for his own play like a chess piece and at the end left him, hiding something like this. No… he is the king. And he'll not let Isagi Yoichi overtake his throne again.

This superior sense, in soccer, leads to the ability to foresee the situation through spatial awareness, but neither his parents nor himself knew this at the time, only his older sister knew. But she kept it to herself, for her own reasons. Then, the turning point for this crybaby Yocchan came when he was four years old.

Kaiser leaned forward in his seat, clutching the armrests so hard they might as well have broken if not for whatever they're made out of. Isagi Yoichi… you'll be my new piece to control and destroy… you shall watch me on the world's top, along with Ness.

Nagi’s heart raced. He was a natural born genius in soccer, only playing because Reo insisted. But this… is not something he'll ever get. Isagi… Isagi… Isagi will never leave him. Isagi is Nagi’s, and Nagi’s alone. If he feels, he might let Reo have him too.

Isagi heaved a sigh. He knew what they were thinking of, but he didn't understand why. He knew this system of devouring in Blue Lock is what led to his and their evolutions, but he didn't understand why they were so adamant on beating him, maybe even more then what's considered healthy. I will not kneel for anyone.

Cordelia smiled giddly at the silenced room, tapping her foot on the ground as a small, barely visible butterfly with a light purple glow rested on her hat. It almost seemed like it was watching them too. Everything is going according to plan.

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Time passed as Isagi and Cordelia waited for them to go back to normal. One by one, they finally calmed down and things were ready to go. Cordelia grinned as she bowed and disappeared into thin air, leaving behind a blueish mist in place. Isagi huffed as he leaned back in his seat into a more comfortable position, but he could feel those hungry and dark gazes full of want and need at him, hungry to get a piece of him. He pressed his lips to form a thin line, breathing slowly and steadily.

Then, the turning point for this crybaby Yocchan came when he was four years old. His father received J-League tickets from a friend and the family decided to go watch the game. The venue was the Saitama Stadium. His parents had little interest in soccer, but since it was a home game, the place was packed with enthusiastic local fans. His sister didn't join them as she was out with her friends, but she surely did have a passion for soccer. Contrary to his parents' expectation that he would be scared of the crowd and cry, Isagi did not cry. “Whoa… Awesome…”

They tilted their heads curiously. Is this where Isagi’s passion for soccer begins?

As the game began, Isagi felt a throb in his chest that he had never felt before. The bright green grass and blue sky. Players chasing the ball. The crowd went wild. He doesn't know the rules or anything, but he wants to be there. He wants to chase the ball, too. “...I want to play soccer too.”

On the way home from the game. Isagi asked his parents, "I want a soccer ball!". It was surprising that their quiet son showed interest in soccer, but of course his parents were very supportive. They immediately bought him a soccer ball, and Isagi's eyes lit up with a "Wow…!" when he saw the black and white ball. Seeing their son kicking the ball with such enthusiasm, Issei and Iyo could not help but feel happy.

The scene brought smiles to their faces. Isagi was brought up in such a wonderful and caring family. Even if his parents didn't have an interest in soccer, they still supported him.

“Ne, Yocchan wants to learn Soccer?” Yuuya too, helped out by teaching Isagi here and there. She was a soccer fanatic and practically a genius, so it wasn't that hard to teach her younger brother for a few years until he was about 8. After that, she left to pursue her own career abroad.

It doesn't matter if he's a crybaby, as long as he grows up healthy. For the first time, their timid, only son showed them what he wanted to do with his own will. That alone was enough to satisfy them completely.

Bachira smiled. Isagi's parents are so nice! Like his own mom! Bachira is glad Isagi is his best friend. Now he only has to wait for Isagi to be his partner.

The screen faded to black again, and now displayed ‘Part 3 - 𝐍𝐨𝐞𝐥 𝐍𝐨𝐚’

Noa quirked up an eyebrow. He knows now how much of a fanboy Isagi is, but he certainly didn't expect to have a chapter with his name in this… video or show they're seeing. Chris Prince side eyes him. He should be the boy’s hero, not him! He's the best after all. Noa doesn't bat him an eye.

Ever since he found Soccer at the age of 4, he was practically obsessed with it and his life revolved around it.

“You've been playing since you were that young?” Yukimiya questioned, surprised. “Yeah.” They had to admit, that was some real dedication.

He asked his parents to send him to soccer lessons, and when there was a live soccer game on, he would sit and watch it on TV. He plays soccer all the time during his lunch break and after school. He became very active when playing Soccer, but would quiet down again and become timid when not playing. So, he didn't really have any friends during his elementary school years to count for, but on the field he was one of the best.

Even so, his timid and quiet personality does not change. He never gets into fights with his friends and never disobeys his teachers. He is athletic, and quite good in his studies, a simple boy who loves to play soccer.

“Where did that nice guy go, Isagi?” Chigiri teased the boy who flushed quite nicely in his opinion. “Why did it say that you didn't really have any friends, Isagi-San?” Nanase tilted his head. “Oh uh… I wasn't really that social back then outside of Soccer…” Isagi scratched his head. They were a little surprised. They couldn't really imagine Isagi being antisocial, as they've seen how fast the boy can become friends and warm up to people.

Isagi has always been that mob character until one day, when he was 8 years old, something astounding happened. Through the TV, he met a player. It was the young Noel Noa, who scored goals without ever changing a single facial expression.

Noa relaxed slightly in his chair. He figured he'd have something to do with this based on his title, but he surely didn't expect that he'd change Isagi's soccer life. But he should've known, based on the concerning amount of information the boy knows about him.

“So cool…!” The player overtakes the enemy one after another and scores a goal without fail, Isagi can't take his eyes off of this otherworldly play. It was too amazing. He was so cool even in his post-win interview.

To many people's shock, Noa quirked a small smile at this. It's Isagi, why wouldn't he? Uh— ehem. “No way, the cyborg is smiling?!” Chris gaped at the man. “Now this calls for a party.” Lavinho smirked as he leaned over from his chair to look.

“You were fantastic again today! How do you feel looking back on the match? How did you feel about that super goal?” the excited interviewer asked while holding a mic to the man. “...Nothing special. I just did my job as usual. He answered the interviewer indifferently.

“Don't get me wrong. It doesn't matter if it's a super goal or not. Every goal is a point. Soccer is a sport in which points are scored and I am in a position where I am expected to score goals. That's what I'm living for, so I just did what I had to do.” Noel Noa doesn't flash a single smile, but the interviewer's voice grows louder and louder with excitement.

Isagi smiled gleefully. His idol was such a fantastic player, he still couldn't believe the man he saw on TV that fateful day is now his master in Blue Lock. “Noel Noa is amazing…!” He squealed, before pausing and blushing in embarrassment and converting his face with his palm. ‘Did I just say that out loud?!’

“Isaaagii~!” Bachira hugged the boy tightly as a few others laughed at his embarrassment. A death glare pierced through the laughter at Isagi. You didn't need to look to know that it was Rin. The boy scowled at Isagi’s reaction. Stupid Isagi getting excited over nothing.

“Ohh! Can I… take that as a declaration that you want to become the world’s best striker and aim for the World Cup!?” “...Winning isn’t the only thing in soccer. Of course I want to win the World Cup, but I want to feel everything about soccer. Like for example…”

Isagi will never forget the line that follows until he dies.

He would never. Those words were the ones to instigate his journey in the world of Soccer and motivate him to never give up ever, after what happened.

“Instead of assisting my teammates to win by 1-0, it feels better to pull off a hat trick and lose 3-4. You can't sell that kind of emotion anywhere, can you?” How thrilling! An electric shock ran through Isagi's body.

One by one, they all realise how all this time, the main goal of that crazy man’s insane project has been Isagi himself. How Ego used those exact same words the boy lived by to open the initiative to Blue Lock, this insaniate project and it's mad owners invitation to them.

Noa hummed. Piece after piece, puzzle pieces fitting after another as they paint the picture. Every scene just proves how much Isagi and Ego are alike. They both share their absolute genius in this sport, and their undying egos.

Noa knows, because he has seen what that man could do with his own eyes. He acknowledges how the man’s skills were so good, that he was even Noa's rival at one point. It was saddening to see Jinpachi leave the world of Soccer at an early age, but Noa knows his ego never died out. That's why he conducted this project, to find the one who would take on Ego's legacy and root Japan’s Soccer a worthy place in this world. Noa averts his eyes from Ego back to the screen, not knowing the man was looking at him too.

‘This person knows why I love soccer!’ When he saw soccer for the first time. It wasn't just the feelings of ‘how cool’ and ‘how awesome’ it is that deeply moved him. More than that, he found it ‘beautiful.’ Soccer is a team game, 11 players against 11, and it is also an individual game. There are also the surrounding spectators, the stadium, the show and the battle for life. He wants to be that striker, the one at the centre of it all.

Itoshi Sae had a small smile on his face. This boy… he also understood the art of Soccer. It wasn't just a game. It was a canvas, to be painted on by beautiful and breathing-taking plays on the field as the spectators watched with gaping expression, their cheers filling the field as the winning goal of the match shot through the air and made its path on the net. If he continues, maybe Isagi will become the second person ever to be worthy of his passes. For now, Sae will only watch.

I want to be a striker like Noel Noa…!

Noel Noa is trying to reach the top of the soccer world.

‘Me too…! I'm going to be just like Noel Noa!’ It is said that the fastest way to improve not only in soccer but in other sports is to imitate the pros. After being taught by his sister, Isagi imitated Noel Noa's every move. He watched his videos, analysed them, and recorded them in a notebook.

He spent every day practising, filling his mind with Noel Noa's soccer.

They watched little Isagi's growth in awe. He was really dedicated at the ripe age of 8.

Bachira gleefully smiled. Isagi was fantastic, no, he was perfect. He was perfect. Isagi is perfect. All for him. All. For. Himself.

Chigiri stared in awe. He still fully remembers in great detail the moment he discovered his speedy legs, how he ran with them freely before that accident happened. But it's okay, he now no longer worries about that, because Isagi broke the chains that held him back.

Reo looked at the screen in amazement. Since he was born, basically everything was possible for him to get, and he was a prodigy, so he never really had to work that hard. Reo wonders if he'd come to normal terms with the boy.

Nagi shared the same boat as Reo. He was a genius who had picked up this game because Reo urged him to, and he was lazy, so he never really worked for anything that he didn't need or didn't find an importance for. Isagi just happened to be an exception.

Niko noted down everything in his brain. If he were to beat Isagi, he would need to know everything about him. He could really use a notepad or something, but asking will only raise questions he didn't want to answer. He'll just keep everything in his brain for now, everything about Isagi.

Rin scrowled. He still finds that guy irritating as hell. He's stupidly kind to everyone, bothers Rin, dared to pull that fucking trick on Rin in their previous match, how dare he. His stupid smile, his stupidly bright blue eyes which looked like the depths of the ocean, his stupid little plant like ahoge on his head with his fluffy soft hair… Rin will make Isagi kneel for him, watching as Rin reaches the top.

Sae’s smile grows at this. He wonders if in the near future Isagi would cross paths with Rin. Sae wants Rin to have a rival of his level, and a fucking friend for once because Sae swears to God his younger brother is in an emo phase or something. Maybe Isagi will warm up to Rin’s heart?

‘One day, I will represent Japan and score a goal in the World Cup Finals!’

While Isagi still wishes to achieve that, after his time in Bastard München he wonders if he could ever make it in an international team.

Luna cocks his head. That boy will probably not be able to play at an international team like Re Al now, but with time he can probably do it. Sae and Kazuyuki could use a new partner someday.

He aims to be Noel Noa.

When asked who he admires the most, he answers ‘Noel Noa’?’ he writes on his self-introduction card, “My dream is to be the best striker in the world.” and his request to Santa is a ‘World Cup Championship trophy’.

“Aw, yer just the cutest Isagi-Kun.” Hiori smiled, Nanase who sat next to him joyfully giggled, nodding his head. “He really is! He is really inspiring!” “Thank you…” Isagi replied, embarrassed.

Karasu looked at Hiori for a moment before averting his eyes.

Isagi became stronger and better. He was fearless in running into his opponents, as if he had never been a crybaby. In elementary school, he scored a goal beating five opponents in a row. In junior high school, he became known as the unbeatable striker in his hometown in Saitama. The loner boy outside the field became the monster dominating it.

They watched awe-struck as they saw Isagi’s monstrous growth. But a few calculative and attentive ones paid more attention to the last sense. Loner boy?

‘I’m gonna be a striker like Noel Noa!’ That dream greatly changed Isagi.

After graduating from junior high school, he entered a local soccer powerhouse, Ichinan High School.

‘Ichinan…’ Isagi thought back to his old team. He wonders how they're faring now, probably not that great since they don't seem to let go of their motto. Ugh, the motto just brings back horrible memories for him.

A few recalled back to the game Isagi lost when the school name showed up. Judging by his growth they saw, did this school change him? Only time will tell.

‘I’ll be a striker like Noel Noa! First, I’ll go to Ichinan High School and play at the Nationals! Then I'll turn pro, get called up to the National team, and score the final goal in the World Cup!’

This is the dream he has held in his heart since that day when he was eight years old. On the first day of joining the soccer club at Ichinan High School, he was filled with anticipation for the first step toward this dream.

‘First step forward my ass. It ended up being ten steps backwards instead.’ Isagi frowned, crossing his arms.

Shyly walking past many others and swiftly dodging others, he found the room. When he stepped into the club room, there were already some students who seemed to be new members. The club is strong and historic, with old certificates and cups adorning the lockers and the club's motto written in brush strokes on the largest wall.

Bachira gasped as he saw what was written on the wall, linking his arm to Isagi’s right. “Isagi don't…” “Bachira, it already happened.” he sorrowfully smiled.

Looking at the yellowed club motto, which he does not know how long it has been on the wall, a tiny sense of discomfort sprouts in Isagi's heart.

❝One for all, all for one.❞

❝One difficulty after another. There is no wall that we cannot overcome if we all work together.❞

Something’s wrong, isn’t it…?

“That motto is the reason Japanese Soccer is failing miserably. It shuts down growing and developing egos and reduces the person to a no name team player who lose their strive to strike forward and score their own goals. It is the whole reason we've never been able to win the World Cup, and why this project was created.” Ego spoke as he slouched in his chair, a stern expression on his face.

The U-20 players sadly nodded their heads, along with the blue lockers.

One for all, all for one. It means each one should act for the sake of others, and the others should act for the sake of each one. Sounds good, but isn't the game far more from that ideal? The soccer that made his heart fired up was even more cruel. The striker who single-handedly broke through that cruel world was beautiful.

Luna was becoming more interested in this boy. Now that he thinks about it, that boy sure does share the same look on Soccer as his practically kids, Sae and Kazuyuki.

Sae’s smile grew larger. Isagi Yoichi really did understand all that's beautiful about Soccer.

“You’re Isagi Yoichi-kun, right?”

Someone suddenly tapped his shoulder and when he turned around, he saw a tall student who also seemed to be a new club member.

“Huh? Yeah, but…”

“Isn't that the guy who pitifully missed his shot earlier?” Kaiser finally spoke, his tone mocking the boy along with his smile. ‘Kaiser… act natural…’ Isagi breathed in before opening his mouth. “Yeah his name is Tada… he's kind of my friend…?” Isagi wasn't sure after what happened at the U-20 break. Kaiser’s mockery of a smile grew.

“Whoa, that’s awesome! I’m Tada Tomonari! I’m a forward too! I've seen you at a competition before, Isagi! You were really good! I'm so lucky to be on the same team with you!”

“No, it’s nothing…… Ha ha.”

He still isn't used to talking to people freely, so he gets really startled.

“Hey, everyone! It’s Isagi-kun!” Tada called out everyone.

“It’s really him! It’s Isagi Yoichi!”

“I've won a regional tournament once!”

The fellow first-year students gathered around. They all seemed to be cheerful and nice. Thanks to Tada, the mood maker, the nervous first-year students quickly became comfortable with each other.

But Isagi seemed really uncomfortable, the noise from their laughter was painful. But he managed to mirk up a smile.

“HEY IGAGURI, THIS GUY'S WORSE THAN YOU! YOU BOTH CAN'T TELL FOR SHIT WHEN SOMEONE'S UNCOMFORTABLE!” Raichi yelled at the monk boy who looked away. Raichi wasn't that close with the boy for sure, but he had to give him the respect for his skills. Not that Isagi’s better than him of course.

“Isagi-kun’s play is completely unlike any junior high student, it was insane~”

Tada talks to him without hesitation, and Isagi starts to relax. …He's a forward too, so he might understand. Timidly, he points to the club motto on the wall.

“Nehh, Isagi likes compliments?” Bachira giddily smiled. “Bachira no—!” Isagi flushed in embarrassment. He was so about to get teased. So all they need to do is give him compliments?

“Uhm, Tada-kun… don’t you think there’s something wrong with this?”

“Yes it's totally wrong!” Bachira nodded to the question not meant for him.

He spoke up about the sense of discomfort he felt.

“Why?”

He looks at him in amazement.

“Well, in soccer, it feels good because you can beat your opponents and score goals by yourself, right? That’s the joy of being a striker. It's not about joining forces, but about the power of each individual striker… I guess.”

“Exactly bro.” Karasu smirked.

He glances to see how Tada reacts.

“Huh? You can't play soccer by yourself.” He said “What are you talking about?” then laughed.

“Soccer is a sport played by eleven people! My goal is a team play that represents the bond of those eleven people! One for all, all for one!”

Barou clicked his tongue in annoyance. That motto is why all the peasants he used to play against were so weak.

Suddenly, they wrap an arm around each other’s shoulders, making Isagi flinch from the unwanted touch.

“Let's all join forces and go to the Nationals!"

“Yeah!”

When Tada said this, their other teammates got excited.

‘Huh? Am I the only one who thinks that this is ridiculous?’

Many shook their heads. He was totally right. These words were shackles that held them down.

Isagi couldn't say anything more.

Shortly after joining the club, Isagi was convinced. Ichinan High School’s soccer philosophy is far from his ideal. The coach was friendly, compassionate, and nice. However, their practice to build up the game by passing the ball around is honestly boring. The coach's emphasis is not on power and speed, but on their combination with their fellow teammates. It was about teamwork, keeping the ball in play with sharp passes while getting close to the goal.

“Nice pass!!”

“Isagi, nice timing on your passes!!”

Isagi closed his eyes. He truly regrets letting Ichinan kill his ego despite his friend’s warnings.

He responded with a smile, but every time his fellow teammates compliment him, He wonders “Is this what I should be doing?” No matter how many good passes he made, he never felt like he’s getting closer to his dream.

‘Am I… really sure this is what I want?’

Being talented, Isagi who practises eagerly, received a uniform number even though he was only a freshman, and began to participate in practice games. But even in the matches, he is not asked to be a striker. They’re winning games, and he doesn't mean to complain, but still…

The frustration got to him so much that he began to do horrible at school, his grades dropping to 90’s. ‘95…?’ he stared at his paper in shock.

“Bro how is 95 horrible…” Karasu stared at the boy, shocked. “It is though, I usually get 100’s but…” Isagi frowns, leaving his friends shocked. Just what else was he hiding?

One day at the end of a practice. Isagi had the courage of a lifetime. On a whim, he decided to tell the coach what he thought. Looking at the back of the coach who was about to leave, he said “Uhm! Excuse me!”

“Hm? What’s wrong, Isagi?”

Seeing the quiet and obedient Isagi talk to the coach, his other teammates who were about to leave also stopped.

“Uhm… I want to go for the next game, as a striker, I'd like to shoot more if possible…”

This was all Isagi could muster. “Hahaha! You want to show off?”

A piercing coldness enveloped the whole room as they glared at the man. Even the professional players were agitated and irritated. Here he was, atleast trying, but that man brushed it off and dared to laugh at him. All of them knew how much hard work goes into Soccer, and the blue lockers have seen just how hard Isagi works too. Despicable.

“No wonder your plays are so shitty— were so much more shitty in the past. That useless lukewarm team made you so trash.” Rin grumbled. If he was there, they would have been fighting tooth and nail to stop Rin from scoring his own goals with no regard for others.

The coach laughed out loud, and his teammates laughed out loud as well.

“Up until now, You could have won matches with your individual skills, but high school isn’t a piece of cake. First of all, thoroughly practise team play. We win together, and become stronger together! If you do that, then you'll have double the joy! And half the sorrow! That’s what Ichinan soccer is!”

The coach went on and on about the importance of the team and strongly hoped that Isagi would contribute to it.

“Ichinan is a team that aims to participate in the Nationals with all eleven! Don't think soccer can be won by one person alone!”

Turning red from embarrassment, He bows his head. Ichinan's soccer is to win through team play. And that may be the Japanese way of playing soccer.

“Don't. Fucking. Bow. Down.” Barou quietly muttered, gripping the edge of the armrest of the seat tightly. How dare this guy bow for anyone else but the King.

“I'm sure you know what I mean. Isagi, I'm counting on you!”

With a slap on the back, the coach leaves. One for all, all for one.

‘I have to play for everyone…’

“No you don't, Isagi-San!” Nanase spoke determinedly. Isagi looked at him with a smile of fondness.

When he returned to the clubroom, Tada was waiting for him.

“Isagi, you’re late. Let’s go home, quick!”

Starting with Tada, all his teammates are good guys. They have a nice atmosphere, they have won matches, and if they work hard, they can aim for the Nationals.

‘This is fine. Indeed, this is how a team works. Soccer is a sport played by eleven people. I'm sure it's not right for me to disturb the harmony… by myself.’

Reo was once more conflicted. Just what was Isagi Yoichi? He always thought that guy would be some sort of egotistic guy who didn't care about anything else, but now…

He looked up at the club motto and murmured.

“One for all, all for one…”

Without anyone hearing, he repeated those words again.

Silence filled the room as they watched the boy’s ego being diminished. Blue Lock never came to terms on one thing, but right now, joining with the foreigners was one thing. They were out for blood, and no one would stop them.

The screen flashed once more. “𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 5 — 𝐒𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐄𝐠𝐨.”

From that day on, Isagi’s desire for the pleasant sensation of shooting… his ego has been sealed.

‘After all, everyone has no doubt about it. So I, too, will believe what the coach says.’

Aiku glared at the screen, specifically the coach. The man reminded him of all the adults in Aiku’s life. ‘That's what soccer is’ ‘Soccer is a team sport’ Aiku bit his lip when he remembered what they used to say. But then a smile appears on his face. He doesn't know why, but he has a feeling Isagi Yoichi will break down the foundation that Japanese Soccer built a cage of down to the ground and rebuild it back up.

Mild-mannered and earnest, it could be said that this choice is just typical of Isagi. He has an unreasonably high cooperativeness and has a strong desire to take care of his teammates. He's in his teens, so he doesn't want to be conspicuous in a bad way, and he has always been timid, so he is afraid of being disliked for being assertive. Soccer changed Isagi, and soccer changed him again. The confidence he had when he was an unbeatable junior high school striker in his hometown in Saitama, as if he was the centre of the world, rapidly disappeared.

Suddenly, Chigiri got up from his seat and walked right in front of Isagi and leaned down to capture the boy's hands on his own. ‘They’re warm…’ “Isagi, if we ever bother you and you feel uncomfortable with something, please tell us. Don't ever feel bad to do so.” he said.

Many yells of agreement occurred throughout the room, making Isagi nod. He was appreciative of his friends. After everything that he has gone through in NEL, he has become more confident in his abilities and doesn't hesitate to speak out as much.

He was supposed to have taken the first step with the grand dream of ‘becoming the world’s best striker and winning the World Cup’. It's not that he doesn't feel the passion. But as if to stifle it, he puts out the fire.

“Nice pass, Isagi!”

“Isagi, nice timing on the pass!”

When he hears these words, he feels he has no choice but to continue to play this game of soccer. His daily life could also only be described as typical of Isagi. Like, for example…

“Which girl is your type, Isagi?”

As much as their high ego's wouldn't make them admit it, their interest suddenly sparked off the charts when they heard that sentence.

On the way home from club activities. Tada shows him a video of an idol group and asks him.

He said “I knew it, it has to be this girl in the centre! Right?”

“He didn't even say anything!” “Shut up!” Whispers echoed in the crowd.

The adults were surprised at the sudden interest for sure. Loki sweated as he looked at Charles who was also surprisingly paying attention, leaving the boy baffled.

I honestly don’t care…he thought but Isagi can’t say that. Besides, Isagi's type of both sexes is someone with a nice smile who laughs a lot. Tada's idol of choice is the expressionless tsundere type, so she was definitely off Isagi’s marks. But then.

“ISAGI! SO YOU LIKE ME?!” Bachira squealed at Isagi. “Shut the fuck up you bumblebee!” Rin glared at the boy. “Is Rin-chan maaad he's not Isagi's type?” Shidou grinned, and Rin looked like he was about to commit a murder right there.

“Ah, I like her too~♡”

“I know right!”

When his friends get excited, Isagi would say something like this.

“Uh, yeah… me too.”

Well, he doesn’t dislike them.

“As expected! Even Isagi is also into this!”

“Yeah…”

“Then, do you wanna go to a show with me next time?”

“...Sure?”

“Nice! Let’s go with everyone!”

“Yeahhhh!”

The Ichinan Soccer Club is in high spirits.

“Ye– yeah…?”

He just goes with the flow. With everything going like this, he discreetly cancels his reservation for a song that conflicts with Tada's. When he was invited for ramen after club activities, he would say “I already ate it yesterday, but it's okay…” and so they go together. And at the ramen restaurant, he fills everyone's cups with water. Of course, he would also refill them too. Kind and considerate, he is one of the most important members of the Ichinan Soccer Club. Before he knew it, Isagi, who values harmony, became one of them.

“Isagi,” Chigiri looked at Isagi again and began. “Don't ever, ever keep quiet and tell us when you feel uncomfortable with something we do. We'll never force you to do something you don't like.”

All over, his friends voiced their agreement too. Isagi looked at them before gently smiling. “Thank you… everyone.”

The simps— I mean players blushed at his smile, and the ones who've played with him were still surprised at his personality switch.

The screen flashed white this time. “𝐄𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐚 — 𝐁𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬.”

“Extra?” Most of them spoke, confused.

The screen flashed images of what happened earlier, and showed a about 16 year old Isagi pondering about it. “—ich! —Oichi! YOICHI!” “Wh—” Isagi coughed as he broke out of his trance and looked at his side. “Yoichi what the hell is going on? You've been acting so weird these past days.” A taller 18 year old girl with black wavy hair reaching down to about the middle part of her torso with tanned skin and brown eyes spoke, crossing her arms. “Yeah dude, you've been just thinking for like 15 minutes now.” A 17 year old boy about Isagi’s height with pink hair and darker red eyes said as he scrolled on his phone.

“They're showing this too…?” Isagi tilted his head in confusion. “Isagi, who are they?” Bachira questioned him. “Ah that's... Arya and Shuto. Uhm, my best friends.” Best friends? What…? Bachira stared at him.

“Shuto…???” Sendou blinked in confusion, making Aiku chuckle. “Yo Isagi is your friend single—” Isagi stared at Karasu.

“Oh nothing…” Isagi shook his head. “Yeah, and I don't like women.” Arya rolled her eyes and spoke sarcastically. “But you do though.” Shuto raised a brow. “That's the fucking point dumbass.” Arya facepalmed.

“Yeah… not that you had a chance anyways…” Isagi awkwardly smiled as Otoya patted the dejected Karasu’s back. “Her hair is very glam.” Aryu elegantly nodded.

“Still, Yoichi, whats on your mind?” Arya sat down on the chair next to Isagi’s table. “Well… I'm not sure about Ichinan's motto and all… I mean we're winning but it feels wrong.” he shook his head. “Yoichi.” Arya put a hand on his shoulder. “You know, we've seen how hard you work for your dream. Please don't fall to those shackles once more. You've changed Yoichi.” her expression wasn't sad, but her voice gave it away. “Mm, seriously Yoichi, don't put yourself through that again.” Shuto turned to face them. “Atleast try to be a little empathetic!” “I am?!”

Isagi smiled at his best friend's usual antics, but he was still conflicted.

“Isagi—” Bachira spoke before Isagi turned away, indicating he didn't want to answer anything. Bachira was dejected, but he respects his partner’s wishes. The rest stared at him. Changed?

The screen flashed again. “𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 8 — 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬.”

“Wait, did we skip a few chapters?” Igarashi tilted his head.

Due to ‘Chapter 6 — The finals stage’ & ‘Chapter 7 — Being defeated’ having similar content already shown, they will not be displayed. The screen answered his question.

The screen showed the player selection once more. “Ah, This guy had the worst, isn’t he, Anri-chan?” Ego had a creepy smile on his face as he stared on the screen. Kazuyuki was side-eyeing him.

“Yes. In this match, his school lost to Matsukaze Kokuo High School, 0-2. Isagi Yoichi… it ended with him unable to do anything.”

That's why I told you the other day that this kid is no good.

However, Ego lifts the corners of his mouth more and more.

“...Isn’t that good... The best of the worst.... He has an overwhelming field of vision and spatial awareness. He has an eye for accurately assessing his position in relation to the players around him, and he has a high soccer IQ. A gem who has killed his potential as a striker by using all of his talent for the team…” Ego raised his glasses and nodded crudely.

“Japanese soccer killed him, and he will disappear without being found by anyone. It is the Ego of humans like this that makes Blue Lock a treasure.”He was being sarcastic, he isn't 13. When he said that, thirteen was capitalised as 'Thirteen', making it a title or name. And in tarot cards from what I've read from other people, 13 means death in tarot cards. So he basically spoiled the truth.

Isagi smiled. He was proud of himself for the fact that out of everyone, both Ego and Kazuyuki chose him. Now he only hopes he has been proving his worth and skills to them.

The tv turned black, and stayed like that. In a few seconds, the image of a woman appeared instead. She had gray hair fading to dark blue and teal eyes, and she too, was wearing strange clothing. “Sorry for the interruption. Call me E, I'm gonna put it simply. Someone messed up the event schedule and the order got messed up, so you'll be seeing one thing more that was supposed to be shown earlier.”

“Wait wait wait, what?” Chris blinked. “What? I said what I said, so there's no need to idle by.” E straightforwardly replied. “Uhm, miss E… are you with miss S and Cordelia?” Isagi received a simple ‘Yes.’.

“Who messed up your schedule?” Lavinho tilted his head. “Ugh. One of her… employees.” A vein popped up on her forehead. “But whatever, now that I've said it I'm going.” With that, the screen turned black and slowly lit up again.

A newspaper on screen showed players on the grass mourning in defeat.

The blue lockers and U20 players winced at this. They clearly recognised the image. It was made clear by the title.

UTTER DISAPPOINTMENT, A SORROWFUL DEFEAT AS A PLACE IN THE QUARTERS SLIPS THEIR GRASP.

“Let me get this straight.” The scene panned to the JFU conference room, Anri’s voice a silent command on the old businessman sitting there. “If things continue this way, Japan will never win the World Cup.”

“Huh? This is…” Anri was caught off guard by her sudden appearance on the screen. “Miss Anri you're amazing!” Bachira smiled.

The old men looked utterly bored. “Eh? So who cares, we're making money. Soccer is just a business.” The chairman of the JFU, Hirotoshi Baratsuta boredly commented, looking purely uninterested.

Many growled at that, especially the U20 players. They will never forget what this guy had done to them.

“You surely don't think Japan can win the World Cup, do you?” The man mockingly grinned. “Of course I do, you damn money-hungry tanuki.” Anri’s palms slammed on the table as she stood up.

Yells of praise erupted from everyone.

“TELL ‘EM ANRI-SAN!”

“GET HIM!!”

A few professional players nodded their heads, and the master strikers too joined along.

“GIRLBOSS~!!!!” Cordelia squealed and clapped her hands besides Anri, scaring a few. “When did you get here?!”

“‘We can win if we play our own type of match.’ ‘Japan’s passing style of soccer can be effective internationally.’ It's things like this which is why we never make it past the best sixteen.”

“If you're saying all that, do you have some kind of plan?” The old coot crossed his arms.

“I will produce… players who will lead this country to a World Cup victory!” Her determined voice echoed throughout the room. “Please observe! This is the coach who will help us destroy and remake Japanese Soccer!” Her palm slammed onto the digital board. “Ego Jinpachi!”

“So this is how this crazy project started.” Luna smiled. “Yep yep~ all thanks to our amazing Anri-San!” Cordelia clapped her hands and jumped onto Anri’s lap like a child, laying her head on the woman’s lap who sighed and patted the girl's head.

The screen flashed back to the first selection Team Z room. Kira sat on the ground with wide eyes, blood pouring out of his nose. “Isagi-kun… what're you doing…?”

They settled into their seats more comfortably. They were glad Isagi survived but… why did Kira lose? Sure, he had the motto engraved on his head but he wasn't a bad player by any sorts.

“Kira— I… I'm sorry the ball just…” Isagi stared at the fallen Kira in shock as he stuttered. ‘What did I just do?’

Claps from the monitor echoed throughout the room. “Good work, lumps of talent. Results are everything that matters here. Ryosuke Kira, you're disqualified. Get out!” Ego thrust his face forward.

Kira gasped as he slowly got up and held his face. He clenched his free hand into a ball before he sighed and looked up at Ego. “I… understand.”

“Wait what? I thought he was totally gonna lose his shit there.” Niou commented, surprised.

“But… before I go, may I ask, how this game of Tag was related to Soccer?” Ego was silent for a moment. “Take a look around, lump of talent. This room is the same size as a penalty area.” ‘I was right.’ Isagi thought. “Roughly 70% of all goals happen here. If you can't do anything, you have no talent as a striker.”

“... So, it's a type of Soccer Training?” “The ones running away require tactical awareness or positioning… and the ones who are ‘it’ require precise dribbling and the ability to move while shooting. So yes this is wonderful Soccer training.”

“Man, he sure is strangely calm for someone who lost their whole career right there.” Karasu narrowed his eyes. “Creepy creepy.” Kurona added.

“What of the two minutes? A typical soccer game lasts ninety minutes.” “The average time a player spends in possession of the ball in a ninety minute match is one hundred and thirty-six seconds. You received that time and let it go to waste.” “... And the last 10 seconds?”

“Remember, when you were hit by the ball, there was still a second left on the clock. If you had hit the fallen Igaguri, you would've survived. But you let that slip away.”

Many nodded and smiled, a few even grinned at the satisfactory explanation, even if Kira’s silence weirded them out.

“Let's say it was the final moment of a game. You're all crowded in the penalty area, and your teammate's shot missed.” Isagi’s shot hit Kira who gasped as he collided with Bachira, the latter smiling cruely. “And hit you.”

“And you gave up right there. So you didn't realise, that if you stretched your leg a bit, you'd have won.” Ego pushed up his glasses. “The ‘it’ in this game can become the loser by retaining possession of the ball, but they can become the winner by hitting someone else.”

Ego then looked all over the room. “A striker shoulders that burden and fights till the very end.” He looked at Isagi. “Yoichi Isagi, you avoided the fallen Igaguri and attempted to defeat someone stronger than you…”

“Very glam.”

“And Meguru Bachira, you stole that ball to go after the strongest one…” he looked at the boy.

Bachira beamed brightly.

“That obsession with your own victory without regard for others… which cannot be swayed by others' common sense… that's what I'm looking for. The Egotism of a striker. So Ryosuke Kira, you lose. Now get out.”

Kira looked down, his expression unreadable before he smiled.

He's smiling?! The non team Z blue lockers and the rest thought.

The screen flashed to show a smaller, about 4 year's old Kira. “Much to anyone's belief…” a voice narrated. “Ryosuke Kira hated Soccer.”

“WHAT?!” Many yelled in disbelief, even Isagi was very surprised.

Ryosuke Kira was a growing prodigy, who had a remarkable talent for soccer. Influenced by pro players, he too began to develop his own ego. His parents were proud, and hired the best coach they could find to train him.

One day, Kira asked his coach about a striker scoring his own goals like Noel Noa, wanting to try it. But instead, his coach yelled at the 6 year old boy and firmly stated that that type of play will get him nowhere.

The scene seemed familiar. It was also like this with Isagi’s old coach. Aiku narrowed his eyes.

When he asked his parents, they too shared the same thought. Kira knew the teamplay style was wrong but he didn't want to disappoint his parents or go against their wishes. So, he started to play in that teamplay style of playing Soccer, bringing victories to his team. His smile graced the field, but inside he rapidly lost interest for the game he once loved and at the end, grew to hate it. But he continued, for his parents and the media.

“This almost reminds me of what happened with Isagi.” Chigiri said, conflicted. Hiori blinked. He understood what Kira went through, and deeply related to him. But unlike himself, Kira continued to play.

Noa narrowed his eyes. It was disheartening to see a young talent lost to this shackle, but he respects the boy’s wishes.

The screen changed to a void. Kira sat in the darkness, surrounded by bars which seemed like a jail, but really it was a bird cage. His arms were wrapped around his knees as he looked at the floor.

A click echoed throughout the void, a huge bird-like drawing flew by Kira, making him look up. He gasped, the bird cell was open, and there stood Isagi who blinked and turned away.

“The symbolism with the birds and its cell is an interesting way to show his situation.” Loki put a thumb on his chin.

The screen flashed back to the room, they watched with bated breaths as Kira looked at Isagi. “Thank you… Isagi-kun.” He said, and turned to walk away, out of the room.

‘Kira… what did I just… did I send Kira's Soccer career?’

“Isagi, you're way too nice for your own good.”

‘Then why do I feel so pumped up…?’

“ISAGI?!” “Whoops…”

‘No it isn't my fault but his…’ Bachira snuck his tongue out when Isagi looked at him. “You… Why did you pass to me? If i didn't kick it you would've lost…” Isagi walked towards Bachira. “Mmm.. I just thought you'd kick it.” “Huh?”

“I won by trusting you♪” ‘this guy is really crazy…’

“Isagi you didn't like me back then?”

“Sorry Bachira, that was rude of me.”

“It’s okay!”

“This is totally absurd… how long is it gonna stay that way?” Igaguri looked very irked. “Absurd? Right. This world class strikers you admire so much, face these competitions every day as they risk their lives to survive. How does it feel, to risk your lives for the first time since you've been born?” Ego’s creepy voice echoed in the room. “Are you scared? Are you excited? This is normal in Blue Lock. Did it make you go ‘Yes I survived!’.”

Ego's face darkened. “Etch that feeling of victory into your brains.”

The foreigners were honestly tired of this guy’s mood swings. How is it even possible for one human to have so many moodswings so quickly?

“Everytime you feel that pleasant sense of victory, it will elevate your ego and you'll get closer to becoming the world's best. Congratulations, you've passed trh entrance test.”

“There are 11 of you in this room. Together, you'll share a common destiny. Sometimes you'll co-operate…”

Pieces of a puzzle flashed by, showing various boys.

Jingo Raichi

Okuhito Iemon

Yudai Imamura

“Sometimes betray eachother…”

Wataru Kuon

Asahi Naruhaya

Gurimu Igarashi

“Rivals carving out a shared dream…”

Hyoma Chigiri

Rensuke Kunigami

Meguru Bachira

“As blue lock’s team Z.”

Isagi Yoichi

Chapter Text

With a yawn, Cordelia disappeared from Anri’s lap and appeared in front of the rows of chairs, sitting on the air which they won't even question at this point. She rubbed her eyes lazily with another yawn. “So… before we continue, can I kidnap— I mean bring in another guy?” She doesn't wait for their answer and snaps her fingers.

A blue mist swirled in the air as she backed away, the sounds of a guitar’s strings faded into the room. The mist swirled away and there sat on a chair, the one and only Ego Kazuyuki as he played his guitar lazily. In a few seconds, he blinked and looked up in shock.

“Holy shit is that fucking Kazuyuki.” Karasu whispered to no one. “In the flesh!” Igaguri clapped his hands. “What the fuck.” Rin blinked. First his brother, now his brother's fucking Soccer partner… what's next, his brother's fucking dog that he adopted in Spain?

“Heya!” The black haired boy looked at Cordelia, slightly shocked. “Give us a second.” Some sort of barrier appeared, encasing the two and silencing all sounds as Cordelia spoke to the boy. She took his guitar and whisked it away, and teleported him to sit in between Luna and Loki.

“Finally made your appearance huh?” Luna smiled at the boy who nodded meekly. “Loosen up a little, you're still just 17.” The man sighed, watching the boy turn to Loki. “Hey Jules. Been a while.” “Mm, how are you?” Loki smiled at his friend who shrugged. “Pretty okay.” The two exchanged small talk as the screen flashed.

‘It's been 3 days since we came to Blue Lock.’ Isagi’s thoughts were narrated as the scene showed the Gym room. Isagi was running on the treadmill, slightly sweating as he side eyed Igarashi who looked like he was about to die. The words ‘𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐄𝐒𝐓’ appeared on screen.

“Oh Buddha, not those days I'm getting sick again…” “You’re not even doing anything right now?!”

“HEY ISAGI, IGAGURI!” Raichi’s loud voice pierced through the room. “YOUR ENDURANCE IS FUCKING GARBAGE! HOW ABOUT WHEN YOU LOSE TO ME, YOU GO CRY AT HOME ABOUT IT?!”

Isagi side-eyed him as Igarashi looked close to dying. “Shaddup…” Igarashi stepped back to projectile vomit on the floor off screen.

Isagi eventually got off the treadmill and kneeled on foot to take a breather. A boy with just slightly long short brown hair, Kuon walked up to Isagi. “Don't mind him too much.”

As soon as Kuon walked in, the mood around the team Z survivors soured. “What's wrong?” Yukimiya tilted his head in confusion. “You'll see.” Reo replied as he remembered who that was.

“Do you need some water?” “Thanks, Kuon.” Isagi took the bottle and gulped down water. The words ‘𝐉𝐔𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐄𝐒𝐓’ flashed on screen as both boys got ready to jump.

“One… two…!” Both of them jumped at the same time, Kuon jumping noticeably higher than Isagi. ‘He sure can jump very high…’

“You know Isagi, you should style your hair like that more.” Chigiri commented in the midst. “I agree. It looks very glam.” “Huh… maybe someday in the future.” Isagi shrugs.

“So about your hair care routin—” “No.”

“Huh? Isagi, are you not well today?” “Well…” ‘That was my max. Talk about crushing your spirit.’ Isagi looks at Kuon.

“It'll be hard to master, but you can definitely jump even higher with your height.” Kazuyuki’s voice startled them, as he leaned back more comfortably in his chair. “I've heard of a Volleyball player who, if i remember correctly might be even shorter than you, but he can jump higher than most of the people in this room.” He crosses his arms. “Huh… I think he's called Hinata Shoyo?” Isagi thought for a second. “Mm.”

Both of them received stares. They don't know each other, so how're they talking so casually?

The scene changed to the Building 5 Cafeteria. The room was starting to fill with players and their chatter. ‘At the Cafeteria, you usually get Rice and Miso soup but your side dish changes depending on your rank.’

Isagi scans his rank badge on his uniform. A small tray with natto slides out the machine, but Isagi doesn't look too bothered.

A burst of laughter at his unfortunate circumstance echoed throughout the room. “Oh God…” Isagi groaned.

“ISAGI— OH GOD THAT MUST'VE SUCKED PFT!”

“PFT HAHAHAHAHA—!”

“Poor Isagi, Isagi.”

“That must've been horrible…”

“Natto must be nice. All I ever get is pickled daikon…” Igarashi sorrowfully said to Isagi as he sat down with him.

“L for monk guy :3” Charles giggled as he made himself comfortable on Kazuyuki’s lap, the boy stroking the blonde’s hair. “L…?” “Internet term.” Kazuyuki answered the poor confused Loki.

“People in different ranks get different food. Look at that…” Igarashi pointed with his finger at Gagamaru who was seated a little away. “Did he get Gyoza? I'm so jealous…” After his words, Gagamaru starts picking up the Gyoza and eating it with his bare hands.

“WHAT THE FUCK! EAT CLEANLY YOU FUCKING DISGUSTING PEASANT!” Barou screamed at Gagamaru who shrugged.

“Huh? Why isn't he using chopsticks?” Isagi looked surprised. “Eh, maybe it's a religious thing… You never know, maybe he was raised by bears?” Igarashi shrugged.

‘I still wonder where he lives…’ Isagi awkwardly smiled.

“Thanks for the Gyoza♪” a boy with fluffy brown hair, Naruhaya swiftly took the Gyoza from the tall boy’s hands. “Hey, give it back…”

Gagamaru pouted. He kinda missed the boy. He was annoying, but there was something about him, like a clingy monkey.

Isagi averted his eyes. He didn't feel too bad at kicking Naruhaya out since, it was his career or Naruhaya's soccer career in line. But he still feels sorrow for the boy.

“Too bad it's on my stomach already!” Naruhaya ran off, Gagamaru chasing after him. “Hide your food!” Igarashi panicked. “Nah, they wouldn't want it anyways.” Isagi side-eyed him.

“HAHAHA, NO ONE WANTS YOUR’S ANYWAYS!” Raichi laughed out loud.

The screen flashed back to the Team Z room now at nighttime. Igarashi was sprawled out just right near Isagi's futon in his underwear.

“I'm going to fucking kill that monk.” “Let me join…” “That’s disgusting… Does he not know about personal space or hygiene?”

Everyone slept peacefully except Isagi who was blinking, very awake. Various thoughts about all the events up until now were running through his head. He got up slowly, making sure to not wake anyone else. ‘I can't sleep now…’

‘Everyone here is most definitely way better than me. If I laze around, I'll never get past them…’ he swiftly got past his sleeping teammates and walked outside the Team Z room, into the hallways.

“That’s some good thinking to have.” Snuffy smiled slightly, making a few raise eyebrows in surprise. “He knows his weakness, and he's decided to work on it while everyone else is asleep. If you don't work hard, you can never succeed in your goals.” “Just as what Uncle said… no matter how hard you work, there will always be someone or some people who are naturally talented at that very thing and will surpass you without any effort. Only if you can surpass them, will you find your true worth in this world.” Kazuyuki breathed out lazily. “You two yap so much 💀” Charles rested his head on the boy's chest.

“Charles…” Loki sighed. “Thank you so much!” Isagi smiled. He never really interacted much with Snuffy leave for their game, but he has to admit the man gives off a fatherly vibe. Same goes for Kazuyuki, the boy really is caring once you get to know him for himself and not his title.

‘Why did I shoot the ball at Kira…? This is so weird…’ Isagi walked through the hallways when he blinked in alarm and sidestepped away from a ball aiming for him.

“Jeez, his senses are really crazy.”

“What the—” “I~sa~gi♪ Are you alone?” Bachira sangsong the boy’s name as he sat on the floor. “Bachira…? Uhm, yes…” Isagi blinked in surprise. “Wanna play together? One on one of course!” his eyes twinkled.

The scene shifted to the team Z indoor training facility. Both boys warmed up as they stood on the opposite sides of the pitch. “Hey Bachira, can I ask you something?” “Hm? What?”

“When we were playing tag, you passed the ball to me…” “Yup.” “You did it, because you thought I'd aim for Kira… but why?” Bachira awkwardly bent backwards.

“Why and how is he bending like that.” Sendou was weirded out. “Normal Bachira behaviour really.” Chigiri shrugged.

“Hm…” he suddenly leaned forward to the ball, running as a murky, dark misty aura engulfed his being and his golden yellow irises shone brightly. “Because I have a ‘monster’ in me.”

Chills ran down the audience’s spines as the boy spoke his words. Terror filled many’s bodies as they gulped, even the adults sweated. “No… no wonder those two get along so well…” Yukimiya shuddered as Kurona grabbed onto him in fear. “Scary scary…” “They're monsters…”

“Bro is schizophrenic 😨” Charles scrunched his face. “Charles you can't say that!” Loki was horrified. “Well now I wanna say it more :3”

“A monster?” Isagi blinked as Bachira rolled the ball in his foot and dashed past Isagi, catching him off guard. “It only comes out… when I'm playing Soccer.”

“Score a goal.”

“Dance around more.”

Bachira stopped in his tracks as Isagi tried to steal the ball. “At that time it said…”

Bachira closed the distance in between them as he stared Isagi right in the eyes. “‘Pass it to that guy. He has… a monster too.”

“Ayo, why do they have sexual tensio—” Yukimiya jabbed Karasu with his elbow right in the midriff.

‘A monster in me…?’ Isagi stared at Bachira who got past him. “Of course, that's just instinct. I listen to the monster, and it guides me in Soccer. You can hear it too, right? The voice of the monster…” Bachira turned his head back to look at Isagi who stood there.

‘What is he even talking about…?’

‘But… at the time when I kicked that ball, I couldn't even recognise myself.’

Many raised eyebrows at his statement.

A flame of determination in his eyes was set ablaze. I… want to know what that monster in me is. Maybe it's the clue to my survival in Blue Lock.

“Messi… Cristiano Ronaldo… even Noel Noa…”

Noa hummed in surprise.

“All of them have ‘monsters’ in their hearts. It's proof that they're strikers.” Bachira played with the ball with his feet. “That's what I believe.”

He kicked the ball, making it rebound and fly up to the sky. But instead of running for it, Bachira looked up at it. A sudden tranquillity engulfed the area. “That's why Isagi… I'm glad to have come to Blue Lock. Because I got to meet you.” Isagi stared at Bachira with wide eyes.

The screen glitched, Bachira's figure being momentarily replaced by a younger boy with the same purple hair before it returned to Bachira. The camera panned to Isagi, who too, changed into a younger boy with dark blue hair before reverting back.

‘Again with that guy… who is he and why does he keep showing up?’ Niko narrowed his eyes.

“C'mon, one more time.” Bachira suddenly called out again, back to his joyful state. ‘What is he saying…? It's nonsense but…’

“Come Isagi.” Bachira taunted.

Bachira gives me…

With a step, he ran forward as those familiar tendrils slithered and wrapped themselves around his feet and legs. Blue flames lit themselves around the boy as the blades of the grass ripped from the sheer force as he swung his leg against Bachira.

Zantetsu touched the top of his head. ‘Is my head still on my hair…? It is…’

Courage.

Bachira smiled widely at this. He knew it, he knew what Isagi meant. I love you too, partner.

“Ha-ha~♪ Those are the eyes you had back then!” Bachira smiled, a blush painting his face. I will survive… no matter what!

Isagi tensed up as the VAR spoke out suddenly, Anri’s familiar voice pouring in. “Uhm, we have finished estimating the results of your fitness tests. Please return to your rooms to look at your new rankings.”

They went back to the team Z room which was a chaotic mess. Many people's ranks updated as they seeked out other's ranks.

“Oh that's where you two were.” Igarashi voiced out.

“Hey Isagi!” Igarashi called out to the boy as he displayed his rank. “Look I shot up from #299 to #275!” “Oh that's nice!”

“Look yours changed too!” Isagi looked at his arm in surprise. “Oh I'm #274 now…!” “You're still one above me, guess that makes you my rival huh?” Igarashi breathed out.

“As if.” Someone tched. Isagi had a feeling that it was Rin.

“Hello and nicely done. All of you unpolished gems… Are you enjoying your lives in Blue Lock?” Ego’s sudden voice flooded the room. ‘It’s Ego Jinpachi…!’ Isagi looked up at him.

“SHOVE IT UP YOUR ASS! HOW CAN ANYONE ENJOY THIS SHIT?!” Raichi screams in anger. “HOW IS LIVING IN THIS HELLHOLE SUPPOSED TO MAKE US BETTER!?” “Right~ I wanna eat some real food…” Naruhaya mourned.

“The environment is shitty because your soccer is shitty, dumbass.” Ego looked unbothered.

“What type of retort was this glasses guy going for?” Kaiser narrowed his eyes as he spoke in a whisper. “I'm not sure, Kaiser.” “Shut up Ness.” Ness nodded, a bit dejected.

‘I’m going to kill this bastard one day I swear to God.’ Isagi crossed his arms as he clearly heard Kaiser and Ness.

“Huh?” Raichi popped a vein. “Let's talk about Blue lock now.” Ego held up a finger. “This facility is divided into 5 strata, consisting of 25 teams ranging from ‘B’ to ‘Z’. Each set of 5 are living in a stratum in the same conditions.”

“To think we all believed that lie so easily…” Reo shook his head. “A lie?” Agi raised a brow. “Uh you'll see…”

“Oh and by the way, since 25 players from each team were eliminated in the tag game… there are currently 275 of you in Blue Lock.” “Huh… so there's 275 players so I'm… still the worst? I got excited for nothing…” Igarashi despaired.

“Each team is formed by the ranks of their players. So, Team B’s players range from 1st to 11th, Team C’s 12th to 22nd and so on.” Ego continued. “While you, Team Z, are in the worst stratum of all : Stratum 5. Your team is made up of ranks 265th to 275th.” ‘These guys are the lowest of lows…?’ Isagi scanned his teammates.

“Unless Japan is hiding some teenage Soccer Gods, then I'm sure that he has lied somewhere in his statements.” Agi crossed his arms. The Blue Lockers all exchanged looks.

“Are you fucking shitting me? Don't lump in with this trash…” Raichi popped a vein. “Hey! What was that?!” “Who are you calling trash?” Igarashi and Kunigami get defensive, making Kuon the peacemaker arrive. “Hey hey now, let's not fight…”

“Players of higher ranks from higher blocks have better meals and training equipment, which are meant to represent the lifestyle of those very players at the top. Here is where the finest footballers get to live like kings. Win, so you can seize such a lifestyle.”

“Good things only for the number one, I like it.” Chris smirked, receiving a side eye from Isagi. ‘You’re the world's number two though.’ “Aren't you the world's number two?” Chris flushed in embarrassment at Kazuyuki's words. “Why won't you call me Uncle but you do for the others?!” Kazuyuki looked away.

“This is what it means to be in Blue Lock.” “Just you watch…” Raichi grinned, receiving a side eye from Kunigami. “Keep yapping…” “Let the first selection…” Isagi looked at the camera with determination. “Begin.” And the screen fades to black.

“So…” Cordelia appears in front of them again. “Ya wanna a little bonus?” “I WANT MORE! PLAY IT!! 🤩” Shidou yells out excitedly. “Okay:3” she smirks.

The screen fades in to show a tall building before switching to a room. A man smiles at the camera as he holds his notebook and pen. “I’m Nihei from the Soccer Journal. Thank you for accepting our request for an interview.”

‘A interview all of a sudden?’ Niko raises a brow. ‘Isn’t that the man who interviewed me after the Manshine Game?’ Isagi recalls.

“Up until now, you've been playing for Re Al’s youth team… a world renowned Soccer club. But before playing for their first team, you returned to Japan. Does it mean, we may see you play for the J-league sometime?” The camera panned to the other person who sat on the sofa, Itoshi Sae. “I’d rather die.”

“SAE-CHAN!!” Shidou squealed, making Sae side-eye him and sweat.

“I’d rather play with the college kids in Germany than play here.” he spoke bluntly.

“Hell no, no one wants you here.” Kaiser scrowled. “Go die in a ditch.” Sae rolled his eyes. “Work on your superiority complex instead, Naked emperor.” Kazuyuki side-eyed Kaiser, making the blonde’s eye twitch in anger. “You— just wait before I crush you too, just like your partner over there.” “You can try.” “Okay okay kids, let's not fight here now.” Snuffy warned, making them shut up.

Nihei sweated, flashing an awkward smile. “Okay… Itoshi, you were chosen by PIFA as a part of their youth world XI team… and on top of that, you're a very promising Midfielder that many clubs would love to have… while you're all but certain to be the player to lead Japan’s national team and represent the country… What are your thoughts and expectations regarding that?”

“You're scaring the guy.” Kazuyuki states. “And?” Sae sounds unbothered.

“I have no interest in that. Not only could I ever expect to win a championship with that squad, it's not even my dream to begin with. That would be winning the Champions League.” He states firmly as he gets up from the sofa and turns around, walking to the door. “There is no other forward in this country worthy of my passes. I was simply born in the wrong country.”

Aiku huffed. Damn, he really underestimates us that much.

Isagi smiles. He remembers his last goal at that match. He thinks if he'll ever see or play with Sae again.

“Ah… thank you for your time…” Nihei watches the boy leave. “You too. My manager will handle the rest.” ‘In all of Japan, not one talent interests this genius… who might as well be one of the best players in the world…’

“Itoshi-chan! You did it again! The media will hate you at this rate!” His manager, Girard Dabadie anxiously follows behind Sae. “I couldn't care less about this country. I'm only here to renew my passport.” “Well that may be true but…”

“Yo Dabadie is a fire ass name what the fuck?” Karasu comments, followed by a nod of agreement by Shidou. “He looks cool too~!”

The screen pans to the far right, moving upwards from ground level as a boy playing a game on his phone can be seen. The boy looks behind him and jumps down from the window sill space he was sitting in. “Finally that interview is done… "What took you so long?” The boy is revealed to be none other than Ego Kazuyuki himself.

“So that's where you ran off to, huh?” Luna ‘smiles’ at the boy who sweats.

“You got games on yo phone?” Charles looks up expectantly at the boy from his lap. “No.” “Aww.” Charles pouts.

“Give the guy a rest jeez.” the black haired boy patted the man’s head as they walked. “You care too much about unnecessary things.” “Why're you calling your manager unnecessary…”

“Poor Dabadie.” Isagi comments. “You need to treat your managers better, Dabadie is your 7th manager.” Luna scolds his not-son.

Noise catches his attention as the maroon haired boy looks to his left. “What's going on?” “Uncle Ego is apparently making a player improvement project, maybe that's it.” Kazuyuki shrugs as he leans at the doorframe.

‘Ah they both saw that…’ Anri blinks.

“And thus, we've gathered 300 exceptional strikers from all over Japan, in order to create a true striker to lead Japan to its first title.” The JFU president's voice greeted them.

“I don't like him.” Charles shakes his head. “None of us do, I'm pretty sure.” “He’s not even worthy of being called Lukewarm.” “Not even I wanna think about his worth…”

“We call this the ‘Blue Lock’ project.” The screen showed the man and Anri sitting together as hundreds of reporters sat in front of them, ready to pose forward their questions. “I agree that this is a revolutionary project however… can it really be worth these highschoolers throwing their lives away for?” “Even if the project succeeded and birthed that sticker, how does it guarantee Japan a win at all?” “You say the future of those 299 kids will be sacrificed for the sake of one, but didn't the parents oppose to this?!”

“Ah, y-you see we not only have the consent of the p-players themselves… but a-also releases signed by their parents so…” “Sacrificing them you say…?” Anri stands up.

“DAMN WELL! THIS INSANE PROJECT IS NECESSARY FOR THE FUTURE OF JAPAN'S SOCCER!” Her hands thump on the desk as her voice booms out the room.

“PREACH ANRI!”

“TELL ‘EM ANRI-SAN!”

“Girlboss!!!”

“Ah, thank you to all of you…” Anri smiled at their words.

Sae looked surprised for the first time. “Anri-chan…?” Hirotoshi Baratsuta whispered to the lady. “Don’t you wanna see it… the birth of the ‘hero’ of Japanese Soccer?!” She screamed into the mic in front of her.

The screen flipped back to the Team Z room. “Now, onto the details of Blue Lock, starting with the first selection next week.” Ego's voice from the screen sounded. “The first selection will be between the 55 players of your strata, consisting of a round robin with the team in it. When all is done, only the top two will move onto the second selection. It's all or nothing.”

“Huh? You're saying all 11 of us from Team Z are playing? Aren't we all forwards…?” Chigiri on screen spoke.

“Ay the princess finally talks.” Karasu smirked. “Shut up.”

“Looks like we'll have to cover other positions too!” The familiar boy from earlier, Yudai Imamura grinned as he looked at another boy. “You can be our goalkeeper.” “Stop it… if you ask me like that there's no way I can refuse…” the boy, Okuhito Iemon frowned.

“I CANNOT be the only one who thought that said Lemon.” Akira squinted his eyes. “We used to call him lemon as a joke!” Bachira giggled at the boy with star pupils.

“Then I'll play as CF.” Raichi proclaims, before being interrupted by Kunigami and Gagamaru. “You mean me.” “Except I will.” “Igaguri you're on defense.” Naruhaya pointed his finger at the monk boy, giggling. “Say what?!”

‘A team made up of 11 forwards…? That sounds so wrong.’ Isagi looks at his bickering teammates. “Isn’t that fine? Soccer is, at its core, a sport where one scores goals. It would be only natural for all of you to play as forwards. You may have the positioning system and tactics that come with it ingrained in your foolish heads, but that is simply one part of football’s long history. In the beginning, Soccer was a sport played with every member as a forward.” Ego explains.

“So our Soccer will begin from that starting point. From there on, you'll fix your knowledge of Soccer from scratch.” ‘Our soccer knowledge… from scratch…?’ Isagi stares up at Ego in surprise.

“For nearly 25 years, Japan’s National Team… has time and time again, evolved itself exponentially on a global level. That was thanks to the dream we yearned for together as a country.” Anri speaks as she leans forward on the table. “In 1992, the J-League was founded. In 1997, we earned a spot in our very first World Cup.”

“I'll have to admit, Miss Anri can really hold down the crowd with her speaking skills and strong voice.” Loki politely compliments. “Thank you.” Anri smiles at the boy who smiled back.

“In 2002, we reached the Round of 16 in the WC held by our country and South Korea. In 2010, we managed yet again to get past the group phrase despite all the naysayers.” The screen flashed with Japan's past Soccer games. "And in 2018, we drove the contending Belgium to a corner…”

“We had reached closer than ever… yet it was so painful… we had fallen just one step short of being among the very best countries in the world. But it also meant that the Soccer fans acknowledged us… they had seen that Japan was a force to be reckoned with. With that said, if we want to cross that very last step… the state of Japan’s National Team cannot continue as is.”

“Our predecessors had their eyes set on the World Cup’s glory. They wanted for Japan to ‘carve out their part of the Soccer world,’ and they backed up that will. When did we turn away from the dream we had so strived for…?” Anri's words weigh down on the silent reporters. “Thus, I proclaim this to be the time for the Japanese Soccer dream to be revived!” She grabs the mic and speaks into it, making the impact of her voice louder and clearer.

“Your crowd controlling skills are quite skilled and impactful, I must say.” Snuffy smiled.

The screen flips back to Ego. “Throw out what you think of as ‘common sense’. Reject it. And cram this new mentality deep down those brains of yours. The most important thing for Japan to become the best country in the world, is not ‘the teamwork between 11 players’.”

“It is to have… A ‘hero’ among them.” Isagi is seen as Ego speaks. “Messi, C. Ronaldo, Neymar… The sheer presence of players like them have changed the sport forever.” The three players mentioned are shown briefly. “New defensive systems were created for the sole purpose of stopping them, and to overcome those systems, they evolved ever-newer tactics.”

The rest of Team Z is seen including Bachira who simply sat on the ground. “Just like that, one player, within one team… from one country! Was able to change the world! That is the sport of football!” The screen shifts back to Anri. “From now on, Japan’s football… Will enter a new stage!”

“One not led by adults who have lost sight of that dream… but by the star born from these 300 high school students! When we refer to the ‘World Cup’... Do we have the courage to look at this new dream?” Sae is seen, who just seems to have widened his eyes more, his mouth agape as he listens. Kazuyuki listens attentively, still leaning on the door frame.

“Can we prepare ourselves for it?” Ego grins madly. “All of it is found…” Both Ego and Anri appear at the same time, screen flashes of Sae, Kazuyuki and Team Z passing by. “In Blue Lock.”

The audience becomes wild as Anri explains the rest. Kazuyuki claps his hands. “10/10 speech.”

“I agree. Holy hell, I'm now invested in Blue Lock.” Lavinho grins. “I wanna see if there's anyone worth~!” Lorenzo grins next to Barou, showing his golden teeth and making Barou scrunch up in disgust. “Get your disgusting ass away from me you donkey—!”

“Itoshi-chan… we should leave for your flight to Spain…” Dabadie calls out. “*Yawn* let's go…” Kazuyuki lazily adds. “Cancel it.” “Huh?” Sae's sudden answer makes them both surprised. “I'll judge the forward born in this country with my own eyes.” A maroon aura envelops Sae. Kazuyuki looks at him, interested. “If ya say so.” ‘I will be the one to survive…!’ Isagi looks determined. The screen fades to black.

“Hell yeah you would!” Bachira grins. “Oops my bad, I got too excited!”

“Born to be rivals, forced to cheer for said rival.” Chigiri smiled. “Tch.” Rin looked away.

“I absolutely hate to admit it, but that speech has gotten me interested in this project.” Kaiser huffs. “Kaiser admitting something? The world might as well flip upside down.” Sae comments, making Kaiser scowl. “YOU—”

“P-please don't f-fight here! Eek— I'm saying too much!” Aryu pats Tokimitsu on the back.

“Stop being a disturbance.” A new feminine voice speaks as the figure of a woman seemingly glitches into the room.

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“Ehem, can everyone hear me?” A familiar voice of E, who briefly appeared earlier makes her appearance. But instead of a screen, this time the woman fully glitches into the room.

Now that they can finally see her, she seems to be quite tall, standing at 6’2. She had light silver hair with dark blue streaks sprawling out of it. Her skin was unnaturally very pale blue and littered with darker blue patches, dark teal eyes scanning through the room.

She crosses her arms as she stares at the silent room. “Holy shit can I get your numb—” “OLIVER AIKU WHAT THE FUCK.” Sendou whisper-yells. “You're very beautiful Miss!” Nanase beamed, followed by Aryu, “Your hair is very styl!”

“You… you aren't human are you?” The ever calculative Karasu questions what Hiori had in his mind. They all became silent with wonder and anticipation at her answer. Dark teal eyes that could be equated to the dark murky depths of the ocean, swirling in that deep abyss scanned over them. “Unnecessary answer for an unnecessary question.” She spoke firmly.

‘Her mouth is blue…’ Isagi gaped in realisation, followed by Niko who narrowed his eyes.

“All matters aside, I'm here to explain the timeline of events shown.” she clicks her fingers, a digital screen appearing in her hands. “The events have been separated into 6 categories : The beginning, the First selection, the Second selection, the Third selection, the U20 and the current ongoing event, the NEL.” 6 seperate blue lock logo icons appear with the titles on them, circling around the pentagon titled ‘The Beginning’.

“Uhm, May I ask, what's NEL?” Yukimiya posed forward his question. “Unfortunately I cannot tell you, so you'll just have to find out yourselves.” She bows her head slightly, and continues, “Just minutes ago you've finished the first part, and now we'll be moving onto the second part, the ‘First selection’. Now, if you have further questions, keep them for now as someone else will answer them later. With all said, I'll be taking my leave.” she bows, taking a few steps back and disappears. “Well, that was something.” Luna cocks his head.

The screen fades to Black and shows ‘FIRST SELECTION’ before fading in to show the Team Z room. A bunch of hands are seen as the owners play rock paper scissors. ‘Oh, I won!’ Isagi looks at his closed fist. “Then, just as we agreed earlier, Isagi will pick his position and the rest of us will go by ranks.” Kuon says. “Then… I'll be the forward.” Isagi clenches his fist.

‘A foresight skill or… Maybe I can do tarot reading with him one day.’ Hiiragi ponders.

The screen flipped back to 1 hour ago. “The first round will be a round-robin, involving all 5 teams of the stratum. Only the top two teams at the end of all 10 matches will qualify, and the worst three will be eliminated. Which means, those players will be expelled automatically from Blue Lock.” Ego states. ‘And they'll lose the right to play for Japan’s national team…’ Isagi recalls.

The foreigners shudder from the heavy atmosphere and the consequences. That mad man has basically created a do-or-die situation for these teenagers. “I’d say survival of the fittest but jeez, did you really have to word it like that?” Chris side eyes Ego.

“However! For those three teams, there is a way to avoid elimination. That is, to be the player who scored the most goals for their team by the end of the selection. This is a system of saving the best scorer from each eliminated team.” Isagi listened attentively.

“Interesting system.” Someone commented.

“Will your priority be your own goals, or your team’s victory? This will be a test to determine your destinies as strikers.”

“This is a battle to rebuild Soccer from zero. The first match is in 2 hours… team X vs Team Z.”

“Team X… wasn't that Barou’s team?” Chigiri recalls, peaking their interests. “Maid Barou was you guy’s first match…?” Nagi lazily questioned. “STOP CALLING ME THAT YOU STINKY!”

The screen flips back to the Team Z locker room. A clipboard is shown, on which Kuon marked their names and positions with pins. “Okay everyone! For our first match, we'll use the formation decided by Rock-Paper-Scissors!” Kuon called out as the others changed.

“The members of team X are 243-353 but… we don't have time to make a detailed strategy. Isagi-kun won and chose to be the center-forward, so let's base our strategy around him!”

“Got it ♪” Bachira replied as he wore his jersey. “Gimme a break! Can we really win with Isagi as our foundation?” Igarashi had other thoughts.

“You know, monk boy~ you really do say the most stupid stuff don't you~?” Igarashi squirmed under Shidou’s stare. “You're literally ranked lower than him, fucking lukewarm.” Rin tched.

“Stop complaining Igaguri.” Kunigami breathed out.

As the players changed, they had various thoughts and emotions. “Aww I don't wanna play defense…” Naruhaya whined, while Raichi looked very confident, “We just gotta win right? Piece of cake!” “No complaints here.” Gagamaru drawled out.

“Do you know how to goalkeep?” Imamura cheerfully called out to Iemon who was putting on his gloves. “I lost the game so I have no choice…” he himself didn't look very sure he could do it.

‘No hate to lemon but Gagamaru really is an amazing goalie. He really saved our asses back in the U20 and in NEL.’ Isagi smiled fondly.

“We just gotta win right…?” Chigiri spoke, uncharacteristicly anxious.

“What's up with princess?” Otoya raised a brow. “Maybe he needs a hug?” Karasu smirked. “Shut the hell up. I'm sure you'll see why anyways.”

Isagi took a deep breath. I didn't think we'd play so soon. I also didn't get a chance to think about Ego's words of ‘Rebuild Soccer from zero.’...’

Kuon’s voice alerted him. “It's almost time.” ‘Well, that means my life changing battle in Blue Lock is about to begin.’

The team Z members walked into the field, stretching. “Here they come.” Kunigami alerted them. Isagi looked at them from his kneeling position on the ground. Eyes scanning the whole team, focusing their attention on the tallest one who stood in the middle, Barou Shoei. A dark aura loomed behind team X, but the main star of their show stood out from them, those nameless background actors.

Barou preened at this. Of course he looks at me first and me only, I’m the King after all. He might've calmed down a little, but it doesn't mean he wouldn't boast this, which seems to have worked as quite a few jealous stares bore into his back.

“For the first selection, all fouls will be called out by the VAR.” The var announced. “Now, for the first match of wing 5, each half will be 45 minutes.”

Bachira walked near Isagi, putting his foot on the ball and rolling it a little. “You scared, Isagi? Let's have fun! ♪ You can't win at soccer if you don't!”

Isagi smiled. Bachira always knew a way to cheer him up, didn't he?

Rin glared. So this damn annoying lukewarm does know what he does when he acts crazy.

‘Bachira… that's right. There's no need to be scared.’ Isagi breathed out as he received the passed ball. ‘Im rank 274, so I'm already at the bottom. I'll just have to keep winning and advancing forward.’

“How admirable Yoichi~. Don't let anyone take that talent before I reach you and crush you~.”

‘This annoying bastard…’

Isagi ran with the ball as Team X charged forward. Should I pass or build this attack…?

“Behind you, Isagi!” Bachira called out as Raichi abruptly stole the ball from Isagi. “Hey— what are you doing, Raichi?!” Isagi was surprised.

“Whoever scores the most points wins, right?” Raichi grinned, his sharp shark-like teeth on display. “I don't care about teams! I'm gonna do this my own way!”

“You fucker… no wonder you were so happy when everyone was changing, weren't you?” Niou grit his teeth. “What a twisted mind.” Nero shook his head. “Well guess what? I'll do it again if I have to!” Raichi grinned.

“Fair enough, Raichi. If that's the way things are done here…” Kunigami snatches the ball from Raichi. “Then I'll fight solo too. Fair and Square.” “Kunigami… sounds like we'll get along just fine…”

“Sneaky move, I like it.”

Chaos descended upon Team Z. “Hey what are you doing?!” “Let me join!”

“What about our positions?!” Kuon worriedly yelled as he ran.

“Do you think he might've sold us out to team X too?” Isagi whispered to Chigiri and Bachira. “Even if he didn't, I don't think Barou would listen to one thing he'd say.” Chigiri shrugged. “Thinking about Kuon just makes me sad.” Bachira pouted.

“The hell are you three whispering about?” Barou raised a brow, followed by curious stares. “Nothing nothing.” But the rest of Team Z knew exactly what they were talking about.

“Move it!” “No you!” Kunigami and Raichi started to fight for the ball, freezing in their positions. “Damn it, Kunigami… you're pretty strong…”

“Don't mind me if I do!” A nameless team X member stole the ball from in between them. “You'd better watch where you're looking too!” Another nameless team X member smirked as he stole the ball from his teammate. “Huh?! Hey!!” “I'm gonna score some points!”

‘Huh? The other team is fighting amongst themselves too…’ Isagi stood there, baffled at the sudden battle royale occuring in the field.

What the hell is going on?! All of them are only thinking about themselves…

“This is a battle to rebuild Soccer from Zero.” Ego’s words flashed on the screen. ‘When he said to rebuild Soccer from zero, he surely didn't mean this fucked-up lame play of a match?’

‘This isn’t Soccer. What should I do? Should I join in or…’

“You know, I've been gathering ever since we started is the fact that your thoughts run at a very rapid pace.” Aiku spoke. “While everyone else was running around for the ball and fighting, only you realised what was happening.” “I agree. Most would think it's perception but I think it's…” Niko drawed out, struggling to find the word. “Insight. Is that what you're looking for?” Kazuyuki drawled out. “Oh— yeah.”

“Huh. Is there a difference?”

“Perception is the way your view impacts and influences your thinking, while Insight allows you to deduct and reach the real meaning of your observation.” Agi spoke out. “If we were to take an example, let's say your opponent makes a fantastic shot. The shot is so powerful that it tears its way through, reaching for the net, and those with Perception would think that it's all over, and the ball will strike through.”

“But if you were someone with insight, you'd be able to see atleast one way to block that shot, and bet all your chances and luck on it.” Kazuyuki plopped Charles on his own seat and leaned back.

“Ah I see…” ‘Huh. It almost sounds like what happened in our Manshine match, doesn't it?’

Scarlet eyes burned through the crowd as Barou charged forward with the ball, leaving the others in the dust. ‘He broke free?!’ “Get out of my way.”

“Maid Barou looks like a bull. Isagi should've brought a red blanket to wave in front of him.” Nagi yawned. “YOU STINKY PIECE OF SHIT— I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU!” Barou was barely held back from strangling Nagi right there.

“—Or I'll kill you.” I'll stop him…

Here he comes… is he going left?

Isagi moved to the left, anticipating the move but instead, Barou kicked the ball over his head and kept running. ‘A heel flick?! Ah shit he broke through!’ “Sorry Kuon! He's coming your way!”

“Ok I've got it! It's two on one, we're fine!” Barou easily passes through Kuon and Imamura. ‘Did he just nutmeg both of them?!’

He’s big and he's also got the skills!

They could practically see the pride that was shining out of Barou. Isagi wasn't wrong for sure, but it was irritating to listen to it. Plus the words that he used…

Barou swiftly kicked the ball into the net as Iemon froze. ‘I couldn't even move…’

“Remember this, amateurs… peasant trash like you are no better than the ball I kick.” Barou began, turning around as the other team X members surrounded him. “We’re not here to be friends, you're only here to make me shine.”

“After all, on this field… I am the one true king.”

“Bleh. Do you think you're a God or something, ugly king.” Barou glared at Nagi as the others mentally applauded the sloth for finally saying that.

Isagi was baffled as he stood there. A guy like that… exists in Team X…?

“Nice one Barou!” “All hail king Barou!” The team X members circled around Barou.

“Hey Iemon! You're the goalkeeper, do your job!” Igarashi yelled at Kuon who yelped. “I've never done this before! What am I supposed to do?!” “Okay okay, it's just one goal. Let's calm down guys.” Kuon softly clapped his hands.

Raichi glared at the boy. While it's true he contributed something to help them win against Team V, he'll never forget what he had done to them.

“That's right guys… if we stop playing around selfishly and stick to our positions and pass around we can actually…” Raichi cut Isagi off, “Huh? Wouldn't you be the ones scoring goals then, mister forward?”

“Little shits like you should stick to defense and pass it to me like good boys!” he shouted the last bit to the team who didn't take it well. “Screw that! Pass it to me instead!” “Nah to me.” “Fucking what?!” “To me! To me!”

“Team Z, please return to your positions.” The VAR called out, making them return back to their positions. The scoreboard showed 1 - 0 in favour of Team X as Isagi put down the ball.

‘I have to calm down. It's only just begun. Besides that, just what are we being tested on? It'll be bad if we lose here.’ He looked up at Barou. As long as he doesn't get the ball…

“Bachira! Let's just pass it between us for now!” Isagi yelled as he kicked the ball towards the bi-colour haired boy who gave a thumbs up. “O-kay!”

“Yo!” Igarashi suddenly jumped in front of Bachira, taking the ball from him. “Ah!” “Wha— Igaguri?! Your spot!” “Are you dumb, Isagi?!”

“Whoever scores the most goals survives! I'm never passing, even if it kills me! I'm sorry for your loss!” “You bastard! Get back here!” Isagi yelled out for the monk who continued running.

“Seriously, out of all, the most useless lowest ranked one says he's score?” Kaiser mockingly smiled, his tone full of contempt. “Shut up!” “You shut up! Dont talk to Kaiser like that!” Ness shut Igarashi up.

“Okay, Ego. I have to know, is this rigged? How did this monk even complete the 100 goals? Is he secretly your favourite?” Reo sent the man a questioning glance. “Purple bun, you're wrong… That monk guy would never be anyone's favourite anyways~” Shidou grinned. “One of Blue Lock’s 7 mysteries we will never get an answer to.” Aiku smiled.

“I KNOW WHAT BLUE LOCK'S FIRST SELECTION IS ABOUT! IT DOESN'T MATTER IF WE WIN OR LOSE, THE ONLY IMPORTANT THING IS MY DRIVE TO SCORE GOALS!”

“Seriously, Igaguri? That's the opposite of what the system of the selection was.” Chigiri shook his head.

“You suck. I'll take this!” A team X member easily stole the ball from Igarashi. “Did he seriously just lose the ball…” Raichi grit his teeth, seething. “Igaguri you dumbass!” Kuon held back Imamura who was about to run, “Don't go after him! Back, all of you! We still need to defend!”

“I have a question‼️” Charles raised his hand. “What is it?”

“How does that guy see if his eyes are closed 24/7⁉️” Hold up. That's actually a damn good question.

“Another one of Blue Lock’s 7 mysteries I guess.” Kazuyuki drawled out.

Team X was smarter. “Hey, let's pass to Barou and support him! The other team is having a meltdown, so all we gotta do is act as a team and win!”

“Seriously, how are you guys still here if this is your play?” “HEY!”

Barou received the passed ball and ran down the field, his team-mates spreading around to defend him.

“Leave the flank to me!”

“Then I'll handle the other one!”

“Lets cut them off midfield!”

“We need a defensive line!”

Isagi ran as he processed the events happening around him and gasped. Shit… they're starting to organise…

Kazuyuki yawned, feeling very sleepy. He rested his head on Loki’s shoulder and fell asleep, making the boy flinch then smile as he patted the black haired boy’s head. Luna smiled as he watched. ‘Homosexuals…’ Charles side-eyed them.

“It's Barou! Guys, let's mark him!”

“I don't need you to fucking tell me, Igaguri!”

“Shit, we need to stop them!”

“Well isn't this something? Look at all these peasants coming to greet me.” Barou spoke as they grouped near him.

“Uh oh.”

Swiftly, Barou made a backheel pass, leaving them baffled as Isagi stepped backwards. ‘Oh… if we leave him unmarked he will run right through us, but if we're all covering him then…!’ Isagi realised far too late.

The others can do the same…

“Nice pass!” “There's so much space now!”

“Stop them Iemon!” Igarashi yelled out to no avail, as the nameless team X member scored right there, making their score 2 - 0.

This is bad. If we keep playing like this, we'll lose…! Those guys have already become a team.

Team X cheered and thanked Barou.

Playing like this is what made Japan lose out on that title for so long. This goes against Blue Lock’s philosophy, and its core values. It challenges what they've come to learn now. This leaves a bitter taste in the Blue Lockers mouths.

Our team is falling apart. Isagi breathed heavily, hunched over as he watched his teammates.

“It's ‘cause you lost the ball, Igaguri!”

“We're not coordinated at all.”

“What a disaster…”

Team X were bunched up too. Barou’s goal made them a team. Barou’s goal… breathed life into team X.

Isagi suddenly recalled Ego’s words. “This is a battle about creating Soccer from zero.”

If our chaotic play is the ‘Zero’, then Barou’s goal must be the ‘One’ team X needed to become a team.

If that's it, then we're totally useless. The bigger our goal gap will become, the more our minds will focus on scoring, and not creating that ‘One’, and the opponent will keep improving.

“Goddamn you think so much Isagi.” “Uh… thanks?”

“One of your biggest weaknesses is the fact that you figure everything out, but you can't just execute the solution to the problem yet. If you can do that, you'll be a pretty great striker.” Kazuyuki called out, having been awake for a few minutes as he sat up straight and leaned back in his chair.

The video sped up as it displayed Team X’s next goals, returning to normal speed as the scoreboard showed 5 - 0 in Team X's favour.

Team Z despair resonated from the screen into the theatre room, making itself home in their cores.

They silently prayed. Even if Barou was one of them, the Blue Lockers did want team Z to win. And it's Barou.

It's over. It's already our loss.

“I never thought I'd see Bachira serious, holy shit.”

“Man, all we've been doing around is run. We can't get a 5 in 3 minutes but… with the two of us, I think we can score a goal.” “Bachira…” Isagi looked up at the boy.

“With a five point lead, they've become relaxed. It's the only time we can do something without being marked.”

“It may be desperate but…”

“Wanna do it?” Bachira looked at Isagi with determination, the bluenette gazing back just as determined as ever. “Let's go.”

If no one else, then I'll become Team Z's foundation. I'll turn this ‘Zero’ into a ‘One’.

“And so, the monsters make their entrance.” Karasu grinned, making their hearts also lighter and now filing with anticipation. Finally.

“I'll draw their attention. We have only one chance when their guard is down, so I'll lob one up and pass to you.” Bachira wiped his chin with his jersey as he spoke to Isagi. “Run Isagi. We'll meet in front of the goal.” “Okay Bachira.” Isagi nodded.

The ball was kicked as Isagi ran down the field, tuning out anyone's thoughts but his own. “Huh? Isagi-kun?” I'm going to make this shot.

‘I won't deny that we can't turn this around completely, but if someone scores a goal, a team can form around them. That'll create the ‘One’ from this ‘Zero’.’

Isagi passed the ball to Bachira who caught it easily. ‘Right now, Bachira and I…’ Team X struggled to gather around Bachira. ‘...Can score a goal together.’

Together. Yes, together. ‘Of course, Isagi. We'll always be together, forever.’ Bachira’s smile grew widely.

“Here it comes… Isagi.” Bachira’s gaze locked onto the boy’s back. We'll become the light that'll lead Team Z to victory.

Bachira passed the ball to Isagi who expertly caught it. “Bullseye.” ‘Nice pass, Bachira.’

Isagi fixated his eyes on the goalie. It's one-on-one… I'll score this.

“Oi, #11.” Barou's haunting voice broke through Isagi's concentration. “Don't try to stand above me. I'm the kin, I told you so.”

“Try to get past me, loser.” Dark red eyes that resemble the embodiment of evil peer through the blue flames that surround the boy’s body. ‘Barou?! Why’s he here?! Did he see through us?!’

What should I do? Do I get past him… but he's Barou… No, I should face him…

What would a striker do…

“Isagi! Behind you!” Raichi shouted as he ran up behind him. “Pass it!” Kunigami also shouted from behind. “I’ll do it!” “No me! Over here!”

‘Raichi and Kunigami?! Do I pass? No, if I'm gonna score then I need to face him…’

No one spoke a word as they all watched, sticking to the edge of their seats. Anticipation, curiosity, thrill, anxiety crawled up their spines as they witnessed. They wanted to know what Isagi would do. What would he do?

If I want to stay here and keep being a striker…

Gasp.

In a moment, everything turned white. Isagi’s hair to skin, his blue irises shining brightly in between the background. The camera spun and zoomed into his pupil, zooming out to reveal the entire field as a hologram, small dots moving on it to symbolise the players.

For the first time, Sae’s eyes were wide open as he stared at the screen. He saw it. In that second, he saw the entire field.

If the chairs were made of wood, the pressure Rin was applying on the hand rest of his seat would have broken it. He stared at the screen, hunger filling his senses. He.. you.. Isagi Yoichi… you're mine. You'll be the one to help me surpass my brother. Mine. You're mine.

Those navy blue eyes, like the water of the ocean on a bright sunny day, looked down at Barou who charged forward. Those tendrils… they appeared again, but this time to encase the king. Those unique blue flames clashed with Barou’s blue aura.

Barou seethed. He… that donkey, he saw everything. Every. Fucking. Thing. Those things… they had me in a capture… that donkey, he… he contained me. Right then and there.

Kazuyuki’s eyes twinkled with interest. Yoichi does that too?

Yukimiya clasped his hands together. He looks like… just like a God. A God who's looking down at them, the mortals.

With his whole body still facing Barou, Isagi kicked the ball to his right. Barou, Raichi, hell, even Isagi himself were surprised at this sudden action. All but Kunigami. “Nice ball, Isagi.”

A sneer from a nameless team X member made its way. “There's no way he can score from there!”

Despite all odds, it happened. As if time slowed down for him only, Kunigami's leg shot forward and kicked the ball, the sphere crashing into the net as the scoreboard changed, 5 - 1.

“Yah!” Kunigami cheered as Isagi and the others watched. ‘I passed it…’

His jersey was grabbed by a fist. “WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING ISAGI?! WHY'D YOU PASS TO KUNIGAMI?! I WAS WAY MORE OPEN THAN HE WAS!” Raichi yelled, surprising Isagi who flinched from his loud voice and froze. “I-I was planning to shoot… but my body… it just moved on its own!”

“ARE YOU AN IDIOT?! WHO THE HELL PASSES WHEN THEY'RE TRYING TO SHOOT?!”

“He made the right choice.” Kazuyuki voiced out. “Yes, you were more open than uh… Kunigami sure, but Isagi’s senses allowed him to see the possibilities. And I can tell from here, that you probably might've not scored. His weapon helped him make that score.” “Hmph…”

“Stop it! We still got a point!” Kuon tried to seperate them. “Are you an idiot too?! What's great about someone else scoring a goal when we're gonna lose 1-5?!”

“You heard the rules right?! This match proved that a puny team like us has no chance of winning normally! Only the one with the most points gets to stay here!” Raichi continued, Isagi still frozen in his grasp from his booming voice.

“His sensitive hearing…!!” Someone gasped.

“But you wasted that chance on a pass?! Why the hell did you even come here?!” “I don't know… that pass was… unconscious…”

“What?!” Even Raichi was confused. “Hey #11.” Barou walked up to the two. “If you lose your nerve in front of the goal, you're not cut out to be a Striker. You have no talent.”

Isagi’s face shattered at his words.

A pang of guilt hit Reo right in his heart. Damn it, he shouldn't sympathise with this guy who took Nagi away from him and beat him but… he can't help it. Ah fuck.

Even the more uncaring ones felt a little sadness at this.

Isagi breathed in. It's okay. His past self needed those words, he needed them. They were one of the many factors which made him the person he is right now, right here. He paid no mind to the gazes of pity, empathy and curiousness.

The whistle rang throughout the field. “Game over! First match win of wing 5 goes to team X!” Team X cheered brightly as Team Z mourned.

Raichi threw Isagi on the ground and walked away. Bachira and Kunigami gazed at him as he sat up on the ground. ‘What am I doing…? I said I'd turn that ‘Zero’ into a ‘One’...’

‘Am I unfit to be a striker?’

The screen started to black out. Did I…

Break my promise...?

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“It was a mistake to make Isagi the center forward in the first place!” Raichi’s booming voice greeted them. “Next match I should be the one on top!”

The audience leaned back into the seats, huffing and sighing. They just can't get a break from all this, can't they? They can only hope that Cordelia graces them with a break sometime.

“No me! Isagi did a crappy job, but we can win if it's me!” Naruhaya disagreed. “I'm never playing in defense again!” Igarashi announced in a haughty manner, puffing his chest out. “Fuck off, small fry!” “You're just pissed that Isagi didn't pass to you!” Imamura retorted, pissing Raichi off more.

“God they fight so much.”

Isagi sat on the bench as his teammates fought. “You wanna go?!” “Do you?!”. A towel over his head, he looked down at his hands as he pondered about their match. “Anyone who gets nervous in front of the goal isn't cut out to be a striker. You have no talent.” Barou’s words replayed in his head.

‘Why did I pass…?’

“I… I'm not going to apologise for that.” Barou averted his gaze as he carefully spoke. “You don't need to, I needed that.” Isagi smiled.

‘I’m still the same as before coming here… I need to change it.’ Isagi ran his fingers through his hair in frustration.

“I never mentioned this, but Isagi's hair sure is really nice to touch. I had a chance back then and it's really fluffy.” Chigiri commented, attracting gazes of curiosity. “Ah, it's probably from my mom, her hair is like mine.”

Isagi gazed upwards to watch his teammates. What do I do if I want to stay in Blue Lock… What do I do to get Team Z to win…?

“Pass it to me!”

“No me!!”

“Give it to me!”

“No me.”

Rin tched in annoyance. This team is so fucking lukewarm it's driving him nuts. And what the fuck is Isagi doing.

“Give it a rest, all of you! This isn't a game!” Kuon finally had enough and broke up their fight.

“He's really good at breaking up fights!” Nanase beamed happily. Team Z glanced at him with an unreasonable expression. Hah, he sure is.

The usually gentle and caring Kuon speaking in a harsh manner startled them, even Isagi straightened up in surprise, “Kuon…”

“Do you understand the position we're in?! We're a team that's already lost once…”

“Listen, this selection is a round robin for five teams.” A 5 × 5 table similar to the one Ego showed them appeared on the screen, 3 pts marked for Team X and 0 pts marked for Team Z. “Only the top two teams get to stay.”

“Hypothetically, if every team has two wins and two losses, we'd all have 6 points. That makes our goal to end with more than six points, we need seven!”

“This boy sure is great at explaining things, isn't he?” Luna whispered to Kazuyuki and Loki. “Mhm.”

“Of course, the situation will change if there are lots of draws… but we need at least two wins and a draw.” Kuon continued, “There’s a high chance that this is the borderline we'll need to cross…!!”

To put it simply, if you face two losses, you'll be subjected to the yellow light zone which may turn red any moment.

“This team is already… one loss away from the end!!” For the first time, Kuon opened his eyes to reveal crimson irises as he continued, “That’s why we can’t be thinking of ourselves right now… if we seriously don’t think about how to win, it's over for all of us!” His expression was dead serious as team Z listened with silence.

“Wait bro actually opened his eyes, what the hell?” “Is that seriously what you're most worried about?”

“Well, then do you have any good ideas?” Igarashi crossed his arms, puffing out his cheeks. Kuon shook his head, “No, not yet…”

“Then that's not helpful at all!” “But we need to—”

“I do.” Kunigami spoke out.

“The goal I got… wouldn't have happened without Bachira and Isagi. I think that goal is a hint on how to win.” “Kunigami…”

“Gimme a break, muscle-head! You're just trying to get them to pass to you so you can get more goals and be the scoring king!” Raichi yelled out, still furious.

“Can't you stop screaming for one goddamn minute?” “Shut up.”

“But that was an amazing goal! Definitely the best goal in the game.” Bachira cut off Raichi, his cheerful voice filling the room. The screen pans upwards to reveal a totally naked Bachira, not even donning a towel.

“DON'T WALK AROUND NAKED, PUT SOME CLOTHES ON!” The room collectively shouted as Reo covered Niko’s eye area from his bangs, Yukimiya following suit with Kurona and Hiori with Nanase, followed by Loki hastily covering Charles’s eyes. No one walks around fucking naked, what the fuck!

“If we can do it a bunch, we can win! Right?! Right Isagi?!” Bachira grinned delightfully. “Bachira…” Isagi was absolutely baffled at the boy's actions and words.

“Dumb, dumb.” Kurona whispered to Hiori, the cyan haired looking back in surprise.

“You idiot! It was just a one time wonder goal, we can't keep making more like that! And stop streaking!”

Raichi was silent for the first time, speechless.

“Guys.” Igarashi called out, shivering in his seat. “I just had a terrifying thought… What if one day Bachira does something… normal… like… washing clothes…?”

His statement made the entirety of Team Z and those who've interacted with Bachira tense and freeze up. “God, please no… I can't think about that…”

Imamura closed his eyes and groaned, “I still don't get the meaning of having a team of 11 forwards…”

“I don't think everything Ego said was true.” Chigiri said as he took out a bottle of water from the fridge and sat down on the bench. “I mean, he said this is to win the World Cup… and he was talking about World Class strikers like C.Ronaldo, Messi and Cantona…”

“But not all of them have won the World Cup.”

“Because none of them are as great as me!” Prince boasted, receiving side eyes from his French rival and the Blue Lockers.

“Maybe his words of ‘This is a battle to build Soccer from zero’ are some sort of hint…?”

“Hey everyone. I still don't know what we need to do to win but…” Isagi slowly stood up. “I think I know what ‘Rebuilding Soccer from Zero means.’”

Barou cracked his neck and leaned back in his chair. He wanted, no, needed to hear what Isagi says. After all, it was he, the King who first sent him through the pits of despair, only for that very guy to usurp his throne.

Rin crossed his arms. Finally this damn lukewarm says something. Not that he wants to hear what Isagi says, but he wants to know what deduction he made. He needs to see if Isagi is worthy of crushing, watching as Rin reaches the top.

Kaiser doesn't want to admit it, not that his pride would make him to, but he was unfortunately interested in this project now, and that guy. It piqued his interest on how these unknown, strange people gathered so many people, or kidnapped them and Kaiser himself, just to watch this random blue haired guy with a plant sprout on his head. Seriously, what's up with that?

Ness was a little addled. Everything was confusing. Don't get him wrong, he was very happy for someone to finally confirm that magic is in fact real, but the situation he was in right now was far from what he'd thought magic would be used for. Strangely, he also wants to see this guy’s journey.

“Spit it out.” Raichi gulped down water. “In that game… at the start, both teams were only thinking of scoring points individually, so… it turned into us just chasing after the ball.”

“I think, when Ego said ‘Rebuild Soccer from Zero’... That situation was the ‘Zero’ he talked about.”

“Well, that really wasn't soccer, huh?” Igarashi shaked his head disapprovingly, followed by Imamura and Naruhaya shaking their heads, “Agreed.” “Right, right!” “Yeah that was lame.” Gagamaru tilted his head to the side.

“The thing that broke that ‘Zero’ was Barou’s one play.” Isagi narrowed his eyes, choosing his words carefully to paint the picture, “That goal showed his team a clear path to make goals, which resulted in them passing to him and Team X became a real team because of it.”

“Barou took that ‘Zero’ from that mess and turned it into a ‘One’ with his talent.”

While not outright obvious, many could totally see how pleased Barou was at Isagi’s acknowledgment.

Rin narrowed his eyes, his lips forming into a thin line. Isagi should focus, look at him, not a self-proclaimed ‘King’ who wasn't even able to beat Rin.

Yukimiya leaned more comfortably in his seat. He's just realising, but Isagi sure can successfully and correctly make out something from a few sentences, and from someone like Ego himself. Many in the selection like Barou for example, didn't really understand Ego's words and moved forward because of their strong ability, but few understood like Isagi.

“The other ten players used that ‘One’ as a compass to make their plays, so their team can now go from ‘One’ to ‘Ten’ or even ‘One hundred’.” Snippets of Barou’s plays and the nameless team X members flashed on screen.

“So what we need to create that ‘One’ is overwhelming individuality and talent.” Barou’s earlier play flashed on screen, the boy being covered in those blue flames as he stared devilishly at the screen.

Rin clicked his tongue at the imagery. Again with that lukewarm ‘king’. What the fuck was Isagi doing focusing on anyone else other then him???

Sae looked at his younger brother for a few minutes before averting his eyes back to screen. I knew it.

“I see… the striker is someone crazy who can turn that ‘Zero’ into ‘One’ and then the Midfielders and Defense turn that ‘One’ to ‘Ten’ or ‘One hundred’... Makes sense I guess…” Imamura scratched his nape.

“Indeed…” Kuon rubbed his chin thoughtfully, “I normally don't think very deeply about this stuff…” Naruhaya seemed to have caught on to Isagi's implications, “So did Ego make that system of whoever gets the most points to stay, to make us feel all that stuff?”

Isagi nodded, his gaze growing more intense. “Probably. Because of that rule, our Ego's were forced out, making us throw away our positions and tactics to steal the goal for ourselves.”

As much as anyone else would hate to admit, Anri will truthfully admit that she was wrong. She really did underestimate the potential Isagi had back then. She knows Isagi doesn't mind it, but she still feels awful for it. This is what both of them saw in him back then huh?

The familiar imagery of Barou being encased in those fire lit tendrils popped back up. “Our Egos will have to clash before we can truly become a team.”

“Soccer and teams… are born from an overwhelming striker.” Ego's manic smile encased in darkness engulfed the entirety of Team Z. “I’m sure that's Ego’s message to us.”

“Yep, you're getting warmer.” Ego chimed in just after Isagi finished, making them flinch. “Howdy, you lumps of talent.”

Those two sure are very similar. Noa thought. His old rival and this boy he's slowly growing fond of are eerily similar in many ways, especially their understanding of Soccer.

“The second match in wing 5 just wrapped up. Team V beat Team Y 8-0.”

Niko frowned in remembrance of that match.

“8-0?! That's way too strong!”

“Holy…” Isagi's eyes widened as he gaped.

Nagi’s eyes lightened into a lighter gray at the boy’s amazement.

“You're on the right track of thinking… but it seems you still can't figure out how to turn that ‘Zero’ into a ‘One’.”

“First of all, let's take Japan as an example.” Holograms on the screen assisted the man in his speech. “Japanese people love to be given roles to fulfil, which they are skilled at devoting themselves to. Let's take a sport in which Japan is on par with the rest of the World. Baseball.” he held a baseball.

“Its innings are divided into offensive, and defensive turns, all on a field where no one physically comes in contact with each other. It fits our psyche like a glove, that's what makes us so good at it.”

Agi hummed in thought. He hadn't really thought about that before, but Ego's speech convinced him to delve into that later.

“But Soccer is different. In this game, offense and defense are combined, and the open field allows for physical contract. You can't just simply win by sticking to your task.”

“That's why, what's needed… is individual effort.” He crushed the ball with his hands, the sphere turning into broken shards of glass as they fell, “Your own personal power.”

“Do you know which positions Japanese Soccer is known for by the rest of the world? Midfielder and Side-back! It makes perfect sense! This country produces players who'd act like dogs and turn the striker’s ‘One’ into ‘One hundred’!”

“Without that devotion, Japanese Soccer would never reach where it is today! But that's also why a revolution will never happen.”

“So diamonds in the rough, overwrite your consciousness.” his face morphed into a grin, a disgusting laughter ringing out of his mouth.

Disgusting… was what most thought, but the new gen duo and its ghost member only looked at one person, Lorenzo.

“Scoring points in Soccer to destroy the other team's organisation… that makes the striker a destroyer!”

“Scoring a goal means destroying the enemy system… it's causing a revolution in the field!” Isagi listened wide eyed, fully focused on Ego’s words. “Don’t let yourselves be stifled by your positions! You mustn't let yourselves be confined to these roles!”

A collective thought washed over the room. This talk broke his previous ideologies.

“To turn that ‘Zero’ into a ‘One’… Take up your weapon, strikers!” his voice rose by the second. “Identify it. What weapon will you use to mess with your rivals, make them yield and at the end, destroy them?” Various weapons and techniques of Soccer surrounded the man as his bowl cut hair swayed in the holographic wind. “Probe your depths! Wrack your brains! Find out what only you can do with your own body and mind!”

“Achieving the revolution known as a ‘Goal’ can be only done with your weapons!!” Ego touched his forehead with his pointer and middle finger. “That’s the only place you'll find victory.”

Chris whistled lowly. He had to admit, it was a good pep talk. He could do better anyways though.

‘A weapon… that's what we need to survive the selection!’

A sudden series of claps shocked most of the audience, making them look around to only see Leonardo Luna clap his hands. “Sorry, I couldn't help it. I have to admit, that speech was actually really good.” He chuckled. “Can't blame ya, it was a pretty good speech.” Lavinho grinned at his rival.

“Hello hello! Didja all enjoy it?” Cordelia grinned, popping up in front of them. “Keep your responses for now, cus we're seeing their weapons next~!”

At this point they had accepted their fate, they will probably never escape from Cordelia. But it did give them the chance to see Isagi's growth, so that's a good thing.

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“My weapon is my awesome shooting technique!” The screen opened to Raichi’s words, the boy speaking in a rather dramatic way. “I like to call it ‘Sexy Soccer’!”

“Bro, what kind of name is that?!” Igarashi spoke, his voice rather discordant. “Shut the fuck up! Like you even have one!” “What— I DO?!”

“What the hell is that name.” Sendou scrowled, whispering to Aiku, making the boy snicker.

“Mine is getting behind the enemy!” Naruhaya cheerfully announced, his arms folded behind his head.

‘Yep…’ Isagi smiled sorrowfully. Barou squinted in realisation, just remembering who the boy was. The one who he left behind, when Isagi picked him.

“Mine is… tackling I guess.” Gagamaru scratched his chin.

“I'm an all-rounder.” Iemon crossed his arms.

“Mine is my unyielding spirit!” Igarashi slammed a hand on his chest.

The whole room erupted into chuckles and loud laughter. “BRO— PFT WHAT IS THAT?! HAHAHAHAH—”

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA— AND YOU SAID MINE WAS BAD!” “SHUT UP IT WORKS!”

“HAHAHA— MONK GUY I MIGHT JUST NOT KICK YOU FOR THIS!”

Loki looked at Charles with a concerned expression, watching the younger blonde cackle. Kazuyuki swung an arm around his shoulder, “It's okay, let him be.”

“Mine is my left footed shooting power.” Kunigami added.

Chigiri and Reo collectively frowned. Kunigami is so much better than just that.

Barou scrowled. Kunigami was a pain in the ass to fight for sure, but he had to give respect where it's due.

Isagi sorrowfully smiled. Kunigami… oh how Wildcard has changed you, Team Z’s hero.

“My speed and technique!” Imamura finger gunned, followed by Bachira who lazily swayed around, “Dribbling…” he fell asleep immediately after speaking.

“Dribbling… Mine is jumping power.” Kuon jotted down on his notepad, “Now… Isagi-kun?”

Aryu raised an eyebrow at the brunette's words, glamly. The last sentence caught most of the room’s attention, making them sit straight and focus on the screen. Up until now, they've been witnessing this phenomenon caused by Isagi, and now maybe they'll get their answer.

“Ah my weapon… I'm not sure…” Isagi scratched his cheek awkwardly, averting his eyes from the embarrassment of having the others look at him and his own lack of understanding his weapon.

“Maybe passing?” Igarashi said, which Isagi immediately refuted and shook his head to. “No, I can't say that as a striker.”

“A’ight, next! Quit wasting our time if you don't even know.” Raichi grumbled.

The room shared a collective sigh. They were so close to finding out his weapon, only for the boy himself to not know.

“As much as it may be disappointing, we cannot just expect him to immediately know his weapon now, can we?” Loki’s gentle voice interrupts their thoughts, “We've seen what happened to him in Ichinan, and now that he's in Blue Lock, his inner self is slowly starting to come out. We should give him time, for we can't expect him to immediately figure it out even with his sharp mind.” His words make many calm down a little, but the lingering thoughts of disappointment stay behind, and curiosity sparks in the midst of them.

Isagi looks back to Loki, a little surprised and grateful for his words. He flashes him a smile, receiving one in return which makes him flush and turn away. It was unfair that the boy was so beautiful.

But what he didn't know, or chose to not see was the pair of gleaming golden eyes and curious cat-like reddish pink eyes.

“Wait hold on…” “Tell us when you figure something out. Lastly… Chigiri?” Kuon looked up at the boy.

“Not telling.” Chigiri sat with his knees huddled and his arms wrapped out his legs.

“What's up, started gate-keeping Princess?” Karasu’s smirk, laced with his sweet tone, made Chigiri scowl. Isagi slid his hand over to place it on top of the red-head’s own, the warm touch making his expression soften a bit.

“Huh?! But that's the point of this meeting!” For the first time, Igarashi spoke out something sensible. “I know, and I don't wanna say it.” Chigiri stood firm on his statement.

“Tch. Let's just ignore the selfish princess and move on.” Raichi, the ever impatient one, scoffed.

“I thought he'd start screaming again.” Someone said, concerned.

Hiori tilted his head, analysing the red head’s words. Even though he did not say much, the cyan head could tell he was scared. Scared of something, or maybe scared for something. No matter what, Hiori knew the boy had some kind of incredible weapon that he couldn’t use, or wasn't able to.

“Anyways, a striker needs a strong weapon that they can use, and a team’s foundation can be built on that, that’s the path to victory…” Kuon took over, “that's what Ego says. I think we should focus on that.

“He sure is very helpful. I'm surprised he's not here with you all.” Aiku mused, a little surprised at the lack of presence from said boy. “Right! He seemed so nice too!” Nanase, the ever joyful one, beamed as he smiled.

Team Z shared a look, their moods souring.

“But if we all focus on our weapons, won't we just make the same mistakes from our last game?” Iemon pointed out, followed by Gagamaru who laid down on the futon, “I don't think we can win using Ego's method.”

“Even if we all know our weapons, that won't make us play together.” Naruhaya said.

A rare silence washed upon the Team Z room as they ran through their options.

“Damn, you guys sure had it hard.” Otoya slightly grimaced. “But that's the beauty of Blue Lock, isn't it?” Luna smiled, followed by Snuffy's own matching one. “As much as I'd prefer for Ego to not use such harsh words on teenagers,” he side-eyed the man. “He really did manage to create a terrifying project that really forced their Ego's out.” The Blue Lockers smiled at the Italy master’s words.

“Hold on…” Kuon stared at his notepad then gasped. “Yeah, this might be it. With this strategy, we all get an equal chance.” He explained to the others, which the theatre screen didn't vocalise. “Okay, now we start… ‘Operation : Next me, 9’!” He dramatically spoke.

The room grew quiet, but for a reason this time. Isagi sweated. Lame name!

Small trickles of cackles soon dripped and formed into the raindrops of laughter, filling up the theatre and creating a lively atmosphere.

“I-Isagi-kun, yo-your thoughts a-are kind a-and sweet and s-scary… eek! Please don't get m-mad!” Tokimitsu yelped, shaking in his seat. “It's okay Tokimitsu…” he smiled, sweating. “I agree, your sassiness is very glam.” Aryu glamly flipped his hair.

“I didn't expect Mr Ordinary to be a sassy one for sure.” Karasu displayed his signature predatory smile, making Isagi sweat more. “Mm, I wonder what he thinks of me…” Chigiri whispered to himself, side eyeing Barou who scrowled.

“I'm happy to hear your thoughts, Isagi!” Bachira smiled giddly, splaying himself all over the blunette who smiled and welcomed him.

Team Z switched to the training field.

“Pass it to me with that timing!” Kunigami ran forward.

“Okay!” “Shoot it higher!”

It's not like we're a team all of a sudden.

“Use your feet more.” Gagamaru walked up to Raichi.

“Okay I get it, stop whining.” Raichi rubbed the back of his head.

“Isagi don't stay back!” Igarashi yelled.

“Hold the line!”

“Got it.”

Lose your Soccer career, and it's all over.

“That's fate for us Blue Lockers, is it not?” Yukimiya smiled.

Various flashbacks of the day flashed through the screen. I feel like this one thing has brought us together as a team.

The screen switched back to the Cafeteria. Isagi sat down after taking his natto.

“Holy fuck Isagi, how much Natto did you have to eat?” The Japanese players cringed, their faces scrunching up with uncontrollable amounts of disgust at the thought. “Well… it wasn't too bad but… yeah…”

The foreign players’ interests perked up. Is it really that bad? I kinda want to try it now…

‘Jeez, I'm super late for dinner.’ Isagi thought as he sat down, starting to eat as he began to ponder. ‘Honestly, nothing’s helping my confidence.’

The Blue Lock players frowned. The more soured ones coming from Team Z and the ones who've played with, or against Isagi. They've seen single-handedly how he plays the field, turning them into his pawns and even breaking them down to unravel their egos. Even the ones who haven't gotten the chance to face the striker on field can tell how much of a skilled player he truly is, hiding in the shadows of his own locked ego.

The foreign players weren't exactly too knowledgeable on the boy, but judging from the Blue Locker’s reactions that even if they wouldn't admit it due to their high egos, Isagi was respected as a player in Blue Lock. Seeing his mind and knowledge for themselves, now they are more curious to find out what more he could do.

A weapon… I don't have a weapon to speak of.

Barou’s face flashed back on the screen. “You have no talent.”

His usually bright eyes lost their shine, the beautiful blue waves of the ocean under a warm sunny day reduced to dull swamps of a wasteland. Maybe I don't have a weapon.

Barou clenched his fist tightly. He wasn't going to apologise. He wasn't going to say sorry. Isagi said it himself, that he needed it. Why the fuck should he feel sorry then?

Chigiri mimicked Isagi’s earlier action and slid over a hand to place it on top of the boy’s own, receiving a small smile.

“Good work today, Isagi.” Kunigami's sudden appearance started Isagi, making him snap out of his thoughts. “Kungami?”

Chigiri widened his eyes. Kunigami never said anything about this.

“You're still getting natto?” Kunigami raised an eyebrow as he sat down next to Isagi. “Well… that's just what you get when you're at the bottom.” Isagi laughed self-deprecatingly, “Wait, haven't you had dinner yet?”

“Ah, I already ate. I came to see you.” “Why's that?” “Well… I don't think I ever told you but…” The orange head rubbed his nape, “Thanks for the pass.”

Isagi was temporarily stunned. “Huh? Oh you mean, for the previous game?”

“You came here just to tell me that?” “Yeah, I believe in doing things ‘Fair and Square’.”

Aiku raised an eyebrow in curiosity. You don't see that kind of mentality a lot. Even if he wouldn't personally do that, it doesn't mean he wouldn't give the boy the respect there.

“Well that's all, g’night.” Kunigami waved and turned away to walk back, only for Isagi to stand up and interrupt him. “Wait, Kungami!” “Hm?” “Why do you play Soccer?”

“Huh? Where did that come from?” Kunigami was confused with the sudden question.

“Well, you have a pretty strong frame and your shots are really powerful…” Isagi awkwardly scratched his nape and looked away, “So I was wondering what kind of motivation such an amazing guy like you had…”

Second by second, Rin could feel the jealousy creep up his spine as he bitterly snarled. What the fuck was it with this goddamn lukewarm doing complimenting every fucking person he saw, like what the fuck.

Kaiser’s smile grew. So Yoichi liked to compliment people huh? He wonders what kind of praise the boy would give him when they cross paths.

“God what am I even saying… I'm just embarrassing myself here…” Isagi cringed, facepalming. “Forget it. Good night.”

“That’s easy.” Kunigami's expression turned serious as he turned fully back to Isagi, “I’m gonna be a Soccer superhero.”

“Huh?”

“Growing up, I didn't look up to superheroes, robots or pirate kings.” Scenes flashed on screen. “Instead, I idolised Soccer players who ran on the green pitch, scoring goals after goals. They weren't fictional, they were the real heroes.” A child Kunigami is shown on screen.

Chigiri smiled at the scene, his heart warmed.

“They give me the courage to keep going. That's who I want to become.” Isagi stared awed at the ginger boy.

The audience sat in silence. Many didn't care about his childish dream, but the others had to give him respect for his words.

“Although Blue Lock doesn't seem to be exactly going for this ‘Superhero mentality’, he sure does seem to be an amazing and admirable player.” Agi commented, a small smile on his face. “Plus, it's also his own ‘ego’ speaking.”

“Are you serious?” Isagi, still awed at the boy’s words, spoke.

“Yes. No matter how many people call me delusional, I won't pay them any attention.” He declared, his gaze still focused with unwavering determination, “I will fight to the top to fulfil this dream of mine, Fairy and Square.”

“The fact that he wants to take after pro players and score goals is an admirable trait.” Loki smiled. “Very admirable…” Kazuyuki drawled out, leaning his head back on the boy’s shoulder. “Pretty childish but I like it~!” Charles giggled.

‘It’s sad that what they say about Kunigami is true… but this play of fair and square ended up being his end…’ Isagi frowns. ‘He came back, but at what cost…?’

‘I miss Kungami… We didn't get to talk much due to the rush of the Second Selection but those moments were special to me.’ Chigiri pondered sorrowfully. ‘I hope he's doing okay.’

Isagi was awe-struck by the boy. He has a really strong resolve, unlike me.

Looking back now, Isagi can say that those feelings have grown even further. It was a shame Kunigami had grown distant from all of them after Wild Card, but he still tried to cherish the moments he got with the ginger boy.

“Wow… you're really cool…” Isagi breathed out, looking down at the floor. His hair shadowed his eyes.

Niko blinked. Huh, he kind of looks like me.

Isagi’s attention was brought back by a beep. He looked up to see Kunigami holding out a plate towards him. “Isagi, you want some?”

A sizzling steak rested on the plate, the deep brown, roasted to perfection goodness bubbled as delicious looking maroon sauce dribbled down from it. Its aroma spread around as the heat of the meat waffled upto the air into visible vapours.

Everyone drooled at the sight. “Good God… I'm not hungry but I feel my stomach growling…” Aiku sweated.

“A steak-!?” Isagi was caught off guard. “It's written up there, in the ‘Goal Bonus’ thingy.” Kungami pointed up at the wall. “You can exchange points earned by scoring goals there.”

The camera panned up to show the board. ‘Ah our phones… I haven't said anything to Arya…!! A bed… a ‘day outside Blue Lock’???’

“Is this an actual prison?” Luna sweated as Lavinho swung an arm around him, “Seems so~”

“What did you mean by ‘haven’t said anything to Arya’? Didn't you say bye to her and your other friend when you came?” Chigiri raised an eyebrow. “Oh uh— She went abroad in France to study fashion last year, haven't seen her since…” Isagi scratched his cheek. Fuck I almost slipped up.

“Huh?! Are you sure?!” A small blush appeared on Isagi's cheek as he gaped at Kunigami, the boy sitting down and cutting Isagi a slice. “I owe half of that goal to you, so here.”

Isagi-san is so adorable! Nanase smiled happily. Would he like Kobe beef if I brought him some…?

“By the way, I was wondering… why did you pass it to me earlier?” “Hm?” “I mean, honestly speaking, Raichi was in a better spot then I was. So I was surprised when you passed it to me when I was actively being marked.”

“Ah back then huh? I kinda passed it unconsciously by reflex.” Isagi sat up straight in his chair as he began to ponder. “I mean, if I had passed to Raichi, he would've still needed to deal with Barou… Even so, it was like I could smell the goal coming from your shot.” A replay of Kungami’s shot hitting Isagi in the tag game played, “And I know how powerful it is, since I've experienced it myself, so i suppose I could set you up for a shot.”

Raichi sneered. So Isagi can answer Kunigami but not him?

Agi rose an eyebrow in interest. Set him up for a shot?

“‘Smell a goal’? Call it a hunch but… maybe that's your weapon? Being able to make fast decisions in an important situation is really useful.” Kunigami who was about to eat the steak, stopped himself to speak.

THANK YOU. Half of the room mentally cheered. Barou huffed. If he had to hear any more of this donkey babbling about ‘not having a weapon’, he might've as well strangled him.

Kunigami took a bite of the steak, his face immediately contorting to pleased expression, throwing out every ounce of seriousness away. “Mm— this is crazy good! Isagi, eat up.” “Oh okay.”

As he took a bite, Isagi’s cheeks gained a blush once more as his eyes went wide. “Oh wow— this is really good!”

The room chuckled at their expressions, teasing Isagi who blushed from embarassment. “That steak was good okay!” He babbled, very embarrassed.

“Thanks Kunigami, this really helped. You're a great guy!” Isagi smiled endearingly, tilting his head to the side as he looked at Kunigami.

Now the audience couldn't help but blush at the scene. Why did he have to be so adorable off-field?!

But fuck Kunigami, for getting this scene all to himself.

For the first time, Kunigami was embarassed before coughing and looking away, a very tiny amount of blush on his cheek. “Shaddup, it was nothin’.” “Hm? Oh, don't tell me, you can't handle compliments?” Isagi cheekily teased.

Bachira pouted. He missed Kunigami for sure, but why didn't Isagi tease him like that??? Isagi's his bestfriend!

“Oh whatever. I'm done eating, let’s go to bed.” He muttered out, still red faced before turning serious once more. “We’ve gotta be ready for our next game. We will win.” Kunigami raised his fist to Isagi, who nodded and fist-bumped him. The screen faded to black.

Chatter spread in the theater room. But in middle of all, one person swallowed. Reo looked at the floor. Why didn't I say it. Why haven't I said anything? Kunigami he- he… why didn't I say anything. He thought, guilt washing over his being.

Meanwhile, another grinned maliciously. Shidou smirked. He was excited. Excited to see how he, Shidou Ryuusei, sent home the very ‘superhero’ they all looked at with respect.

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The screen fades in to show a flashback. The 5 × 5 point tally board is shown again as a mini ego looks at it from the side and a mini anri points at the Team X vs Team W match. “It seems like Barou-kun’s Team X lost!” Mini anri points at the score, showing 1 - 4 in team W’s favour before the screen transitions into present time.

“How the fuck did you lose to those two?!” Raichi said in disbelief, earning a side-eye from the silent Wanima brother, while Barou grunted and huffed.

“Is he talking about the Mawina brothers?” Zantetsu whispered to Reo who facepalmed, “It's Wanima, not Mawina…? Stupid Zantetsu.”

“There they are.” Raichi crossed his arms as he glared ahead, Isagi just right behind him with a calculative expression as Imamura and Gagamaru stretched and Iemon put on his gloves in the background.

Team Z vs… Team Y.

Team Y walked into the field, the most prominent and recognisable one being Niko.

“Ay it's bangs-boy~!” Shidou grinned. “Bangs-boy…?” Niko muttered, confused at the choice of the nickname. “Your bangs are covering ya eyes, so bangs-boy~!”

“Team Y has already lost one game. They're desperate just like us. The one to watch out for is their number nine…” Kuon carefully spoke. “Kumamoto Prefecture's top scorer with an exceptional shooting technique…”

The camera pans over to show a boy with black hair, Mohawk-styled with dyed blonde on top. “Hibiki Okawa.”

“Who?” Sae raised an eyebrow, making some of them snicker.

Another one gone, lost to the unforgiving hands of Blue Lock. Aiku hums.

Team Z huddled around each other, arms locked as they formed into a circle. “But this time, we've created this plan.” Kuon's encouraging voice raised their spirits. “We’ll win this, even if it kills us, Team Z!!”

“Yeah!” Team Z shouted together and moved into their positions. Isagi tied his shoelaces as he thought, “All right.” ‘The main key of this plan is the weapon Ego talked about.’

The screen played a flashback to the Team Z room.

“This is an ultra offensive system designed to make the best of our ‘weapons’.” Kuon held a notepad, pointing at the directions with a pen, “We’ll divide up the team, and take turns acting as Forwards, since everything will crumble if we act mindlessly.”

Interestingly enough, the plan was visualised with video game characters, a hero protected by two knights and others besides them.

Isagi watched as Nagi’s eyes lit up into a beautiful light gray as he watched the screen, making the ravennette smile. Curiously, he also spotted Hiori staring at the screen with something lit in his eyes. Oh yeah, Hiori did say he liked playing video games. Isagi smiled wider before averting his gaze.

“In order to let one person's weapon shine, the rest of us will make a formation around them and support them as they play however they want to.”

“Not a bad strategy, I must say.” Snuffy acknowledged, leaning back into his seat. “I agree. It's pretty good for a group who were very disorganised earlier.” Loki also smiled.

“I see… it's definitely a good one, but what about the order?” Imamura curiously questioned. “Good question… how about we go by ranking?”

“What about the other positions? If we change positions at once, it'll get too confusing.” Naruhaya cocked his head to the side, but Kuon had an answer for his question too. “No, if we just rotate clockwise it'll be fine, plus it'll just be a position nearby.”

“Hmm… it'll be too risky for eleven people to rotate goalkeeping defensive wise…” Iemon closed his eyes thoughtfully, closing his eyes before opening them to look at Kuon, “I don't mind being the permanent Goalkeeper.”

“I'll stay in defense, the rest of you can show off your ‘weapons’.” Chigiri added, still slouched over his knees.

Reo blinked. Being too focused on beating Isagi, he didn't spend as much time with Chigiri before he got taken away. He clearly remembers the redhead sprinting away during their match with Team Z, so it baffled him to see the boy so… withdrawn and quiet. He remembers that Kuon guy tackling Nagi.

As much as he was teased for, he loved Nagi for sure, but not really like that. He didn't really have any ‘real’ friends because of his status, except for that one girl he remembers meeting as kids, though he can't recall her name or image. Nagi was his first ‘real’ friend in a sense, because the white haired boy never really asked Reo for money or used him for favours, Reo being the one to spoil him to not let him leave.

Nagi was lazy for sure, but he was a genius in Soccer. He truly does hope to one day achieve his dream of winning the World Cup, the one thing his dad's money can't buy. After Nagi left him for Isagi and the days Reo spent in despair, even after their defeat, the words Isagi said to him weren't wrong. He could pretend to be angry, but deep down he knows the ravennette is right, and Reo knows he has to improve himself, to be one to choose and not the one to be chosen.

“Ha! If you can't assert yourselves here, then you don't have what it takes!” Raichi mocked, grinning widely.

Of course he brings that up again. Few rolled their eyes at the sharp toothed boy, others simply sighing.

“But for this one time, I'll go along with your plan.” The blonde turned to Kuon as he spoke. “Me too!” Gagamaru called out as he actively shoved Imamura’s head down with his hand.

Kuon ignored Gagamaru and Imamura fighting, putting a hand on his chin as he spoke, “I see… then excluding Iemon and Chigiri, all of us get 10 minutes to rotate between all 9 of us.”

“Let's call this ‘Operation next me, 9’!!”

“These names are not glam at all.” Aryu shook his head in dissatisfaction. “Yeah… what is up with these names…” Sendou sweated.

The ring of the bell signalled the start of the match and transitioned the screen into present time, followed by Kunigami kicking the ball to Bachira.

Isagi watched Bachira's movements as the bi-colour haired boy dribbled forward with the ball. ‘Bachira’s weapon is dribbling. It's a solo move which allows him to get whenever he wants by himself.’

On screen, the boy easily outmanoeuvred the first guy and bounced past the second easily, the ball still on his foot. It is an Egoistic method for your own plays, for someone with an overwhelming weapon.

Bachira beamed at the ravennette’s praise, wrapping his arms around the boy to take him into a side hug.

Bachira's eyes laced with craze greeted the screen as he ran, his mad grin not helping his case.

“Hey Isagi, I've been meaning to ask this but do you always see all this stuff?” Igarashi questioned curiously, the other's agreeing with him for once. “You don't?” “Gah—!” Kazuyuki’s voice scared the monk who gasped. “O wait, why am I even asking you.” He shrugged, making most of the blue lockers laugh at the implication.

“Uhm… I don't really know how to explain it…” Honestly, no matter if you ask past Isagi or the current Present one, neither will probably know why they can see whatever that is. It just happens, he guesses.

“Don't let him get any further!”

“We'll make this two-in-one!”

Two of the opponents got in front of the boy who simply grinned as he ran, “Is just two enough? I'm gonna pass you!” His eyes lost their manic look when his pace was interrupted by another almost stealing the ball from him.

“No, it's three of us.” the boy, who's eyes were covered entirely by his black hair, returned Bachira's gaze. “I've done my homework on your dribbling.”

“And bangs boy says his first dialogue~!” Shidou grins. At this point Niko won't bother to question the guy, opting to look at the screen instead.

Isagi tips his head in remembrance. Oh right, Niko was in Team Y… looking back to that and now him in Ubers, he really has improved a lot. I haven't forgotten that tackle though. Isagi swipes a glance at Niko who returns it.

“Not bad, bangs-kun.” Bachira smirked slightly, kicking the ball forward, “In that case, I'll send it back.” Igarashi received the pass.

Isagi stopped in his tracks as he looked at the scene in front of him, his thoughts displayed by digital images. Huh… two of them blocked Bachira's dribbling progress and another came up to steal the ball… they cancelled our weapon.

Well didn't he catch up to the situation fast. Loki smiled.

Everyone else continued to play around him. “Don't take your eyes off their number 8!” “Got it!”

Bachira frowned as he was crowded by the others, making it hard for him to move. Team Y couldn't have just improvised this.

“You know, I might just give ya 10 million on that.” Lorenzo grinned disgustingly, his golden teeth shining. “Get your disgusting mouth away from me you fucking donkey, your breath stinks!” Barou grit his teeth in anger as he shoved the boy's face away with his hand.

“Lorenzo strikes again, now gaining another victim.” Kazuyuki looks at them as Loki sweats, “Oh dear.” “He seems cool ngl…”

“Did he just say ‘N g l’ out loud…”

Of course… you have Barou and Lorenzo with their usual antics… kinda feel bad for Barou, I'm not going to lie. I could smell it when he talked to me during our match… Isagi sent a sympathetic look towards them.

They have their own plan too. Why wouldn't they, they're on the verge of being eliminated, so it makes sense.

“One more, Bachira!” Igarashi kicked the ball for Bachira to receive. “Thanks.”

“He's coming from this side!” “Close in!” The ever persistent Team Y members wouldn't give them a chance.

Isagi stood still in his tracks as he continued observing the match and analysing its plays. We're using an offense based formation which allows us to fully utilise our weapons. Team Y is using a defensive formation to nullify our weapons. Bachira's dribbling is working.

We still have 8 more weapons on our roster. If we can keep this up, we can win…!

‘He sure use to stop a lot to think more huh…’ Kazuyuki curiously looked at past Isagi on the screen.

“Hey! Ten minutes!” Raichi called out to Bachira who passed the ball to Kunigami, “Okay!”

Kunigami swiftly received the ball and yelled out, “Wingers! Move up!” Everyone including Isagi started to run. Kunigami's weapon is his left-footed mid-range shot. He lets the others move up the ball for him, so he can run straight for the front line, so he can linger around the crowded penalty area…

Chris cracked his knuckles and leaned forward in his seat with interest. That ginger head has quite a good physique, now can he utilise that to make good plays and shots?

Raichi passed the ball to Kunigami. “Just like we practised!”

He'll receive the pass…

“Shoot!”

“Here's your chance!”

And shoots the ball with his left foot with the path we created.

Despite all odds, two Team Y members used their feet to block Kunigami's trajectory, leaving him and even Isagi stunned. They blocked his shot?!

Some of the audience members groaned in frustration. Dammit, they wanted to see that shot.

“All clear!” a nameless Team Y member yelled out as the ball bounced from the field.

Their defense sure is tight. Isagi thought as he received the ball and jogged along with it.

“That's what he said 😈” “Oh my fucking God…”

“Bachira, let's build up again.” Isagi passed the ball to Bachira who received it with his chest, “’kay.”

“Eliminate the space in front of #9.” Niko called out to his teammates who moved forward. “Make it a two-on-one!”

Isagi had a bad feeling, it was bothering him ever since this game started. They aren't attacking at all. Okawa has been quiet, he's not doing anything but defending. What is he waiting for?

Kaiser cracked his neck as he leaned back in his seat. Yoichi over here sure did catch on fast huh? Impressive~... I can't wait to crush you, Isagi Yoichi.

Many of the viewers shared his thoughts, some amazed and others frustrated. Isagi's far more analytical than any of them had ever thought. Not only their actions, but he can also analyse their emotions just by looking at them. If he could do that much back then, how much can he do now? They can only ponder.

“Nice pass, Bachira!” Kunigami received the ball from the boy and ran forward, “I'll take this one!”

Two enemy players intercepted his attack again. “Dammit, again?!”

“Get the second ball!” Igarashi yelled out, but to the entirety of Team Z’s dismay, the ball arched gently and swiftly and fell down right infront of Niko, who put his foot on it.

Okawa started running as soon as Niko put his foot on the ball. Isagi gasped, a shrill silence enveloped the field, the haunting atmosphere accompanied by the gentle wind as the horrifying realisation began to settle down on his mind. Okawa’s on the move…? Oh. That's why.

“Uh oh, bad move.”

“Yeah. That's what I was waiting for.” Niko drew his foot back. The entirety of the field shadowed out, leaving for a bright trail of light in Niko’s path.

“Have to say, I like the imagery they use.” Luna smiled.

We weren't overwhelming them, they drew us into their trap!

“Good God this guy knows everything fucking thing.”

Team Y’s aim was… Isagi looked back in panic, but his attempt was proven to be far too late as he watched Niko pass the ball to Okawa. “What took you so long, Niko?” The boy grinned.

To make a counterattack!

“I'm leaving this to you, Okawa-kun.” Niko curled his fingers up into a circle, looking through them at Okawa.

“Not bad not bad, you little shit.” Shidou grinned again, reaching his hand to the row in front ruffle the boy's hair. “Stop—”

Isagi rushed forward, gritting his teeth even if it was too late. They tricked us. They're using Okawa, Kumamoto’s top scorer!

“Here he comes…!” Iemon ducked, expecting the shot but ended up giving Okawa the path to shoot. “Yeahh!!!” “Let's go!”

“No offense but damn bro that guy was fucking useless.” Karasu shook his head. “I'm not even going to sugarcoat it, I agree.” Chigiri nodded.

Isagi panted as he watched Team Y celebrate. His mind was more focused on that goal. Ah… so Team Y was deliberately delaying to catch us off guard and make a path for Okawa.

Niko heaved a breath. It was a little hard for him to comprehend the fact that Isagi really was such a fast thinker, and how analytical he truly was. Could it be why he was able to see him back then?

“You were supposed to mark Okawa Naruhaya! You can't just leave him alone!” Raichi yelled out, as predictable as my low performance at school and in life.

Even Naruhaya had lost his childish demeanour. “We can't stop him with one guy, we need to double mark him!”

It’s perfectly clear now. Team Y’s plan is to drop back, defend and pass around until they get the perfect opportunity to counterattack and let Okawa score. If we can't stop Okawa, we have no chance of winning.

The Blue Lockers, U-20 and even a few foreign players pondered about the disconnect between his thoughts and his actions. It’s just like Kazuyuki had said earlier, he thinks very fast but he never really acts on it.

“Let's get another goal!” Okawa cheered.

“It's okay guys! It's only one goal, we can still win!” Kuon clapped his hands together to get their attention. “It's been 10 minutes, so let's go into my formation.”

Kuon's claps finally made Rin snap. “What the fuck is up with this fucking lukewarm? He just keeps clapping his hands like it's a goddamn birthday party or something.” He tched, and a few of them couldn't help but agree, that guy's constant clapping was getting a little annoying.

‘Wouldn’t you like to know?’ Isagi smiled, a little saddened at the memory of the boy.

‘He's right. We still have time.’

Naruhaya kicked the ball towards Kuon. Kuon's weapon is his jumping power. He challenges the ball and wins it, laying the start of the attack.

“But not as great as Aryu-chan!” Bachira chirped. “I-I agree…! Ar-Aryu-kun’s jumping is v-very amazing…!” Tokimitsu shivered. “As much as I don't like him, I have to agree…” Chigiri sighed.

“Very glam, all three of you.” Aryu elegantly flipped his hair. “So about your hair car—” “No.”

Kuon headbutted the ball to Kunigami. “Lock him!” “Keep two on him at all times!”

‘Shit. Their defense is stacked… it'll be hard like this…’ Kunigami narrowed his eyes at the opponents crowding around him. Too focused on the opponents, Niko sniped the ball from behind him, “You paused your footwork.”

“Sneaky move huh?”

Isagi got ready to intercept Niko's pass to Okawa, but his eyes widened as he saw the boy pass it to a different teammate instead. Right, they don't really need to pass to Okawa since they aren't in the danger zone right now.

Team Y continued to pass to each other, not letting Team Z get a grasp of the ball as time passed.

They're making us lose time. This is bad.

On screen, the gentle wind blew the ravennette's hair as his expression took a more serious turn with narrowed eyes.

I wasn't wrong with my earlier observation, he really does think faster than time itself moving. A small smile rose up on Aiku's face.

Raichi looked up at the clock and smiled wide. “Alright, it's my turn so it's Raichi time! You lot pass the ball to me and let me do the work!”

The screen switched to the Team Z room, the others drinking water calmly as they watched Raichi stand with his arms crossed and a visible tic mark on his forehead.

Despite the situation, the sudden scene change made the audience burst into laughter and giggles, especially with the boy's earlier words. Raichi glared at every single one of them, making them quiet down as they didn't want to go deaf because of Raichi.

“Are you fucking shitting me?! Yer supposed to pass the ball, not drop it! They had the ball for the entirety of my 10 minutes!” Raichi shouted, followed by Imamura in the back, “My five minutes were like that too! It was over before I could do anything!”

“Even if we try to get it, won't they just pass it back to Okawa?” Naruhaya looked at Raichi, triggering the blonde even more. “HUH?! IF WE DON'T BARGE IN, WE'LL LOSE! IT'LL BE OVER FOR US! DON'T YOU GET IT YOU FUCKING DUMBASS?!” “I KNOW! BUT IF THEY SCORE ANOTHER WE'RE DONE TOO!” Both of them screamed at each other.

“Hey, don't fight now.” Igarashi interrupted them as he gulped down water. “Everyone besides Okawa is defending. I heard even pro's have a hard time breaking down super defensive teams like that.”

‘Now that I think about it, Uber's was exactly like this but more arranged and strategic. Huh.’ Isagi tilted his head curiously at the thought.

“Yeah. To win, we have to put more pressure in the second half.” Iemon added. “Should we really be sticking to this tactic? If we don't bring out our weapons, we'll basically die at this rate.” Chigiri was conflicted.

Before anyone could comment on past Chigiri, Raichi did it for them.

“You can't even tell us your weapon, so shut up!” Chigiri ignored Raichi to continue speaking, “I just want to improve our chances of winning. Instead of spending our time on useless weapons, we should utilise weapons like Bachira or Kunigami's, weapons which annoy the enemy team.”

“Whose weapons are you calling useless, huh?!” Raichi screamed at Chigiri.

Kuon quickly stood up. “I told you to stop fighting! Changing tactics would be too risky right now, I'm sure it'll be harder for them to make up countermeasures if we keep switching our methods!” His voice directed the whole room. “Our attacks aren't useless. We need to keep attacking without worrying about Okawa's counter! Let's continue using ‘Operation next me 9’! It's our best option.”

The rest of the room cheered along with him, but Isagi, Chigiri and Kunigami didn't share the same thought. Can we really win like this?

The whistle signalling the start of the second half blew once more as Team Y started to pass the ball around once more.

“Nothing's changed from the first half!” Raichi shouted again, clearly frustrated.

The Blue Lockers shared his frustration too. “Man, I'm not even going to blame you for being angry all the time.” Karasu sweated. “This team is so un-styl.” Aryu shook his head glamly in dissatisfaction.

Imamura also shared Raichi’s frustration. ‘Dammit. It's my time to shine but I can't even get to the ball. If I rush in, they will probably evade us, but I've waited too long and I can't change things…!’

“I must say,” Agi piped up. “This strategy for a team fully made of strikers put in a situation like this is not half bad. If improved, it can be utilised in future matches. Okawa did a good job using it.”

Isagi couldn't help the small grin that rose to his face as he exchanged glances with Niko.

To me, Soccer is just like Romance. If I had to compare the situation… it'd be like if a girl was totally out of my league!

The U-20 burst out laughing at his words. “Bro— He sounds like Sendou—!”

“Mr Gramps wouldn't know that, would he?” Kazuyuki called out, making Aiku turn around to glare at him with no bad intention. “So you finally talk to your friend after so long, just to say this?”

“Wait, you two are friends?! Aiku, you never told me this!” Sendou blinked before pointing a finger at the boy who backed away slightly. “My bad… we go way back!” “That's like 3-4 years. Stop lying to your boyfriend-to-be.” “WHAT?!”

A girl in a school uniform appeared on screen, the wind gently blowing her beautiful chocolate-brown hair and covering her face. She's tough on the surface, but in reality she has no experience at all. Once you crack that shell, she falls head over heels in love with you!

The girl gently tucked her hair behind her ear, revealing her beautiful face. That's… Miss Team Y-chan!

This time, the entirety of Blue Lock started to crack up too. “That's the best analogy I've ever seen, man.”

“Damn I like this guy!’

Imamura slid over to steal the ball which ended up failing. “Damn it!”

Gagamaru stole the ball. “It's okay, your effort didn't go to waste. It's my turn now.”

It's really weird to see Gagamaru play and not be a goalie now. But I'm happy he found his own spot in Soccer in the future. Isagi smiled.

“We finally got the ball!” Igarashi cheered as Kuon yelled out once more, “Switch positions! It's Gagamaru’s turn!”

20 minutes into the second half. A goal would be nice by now. Isagi ran forward to receive the ball from Gagamaru. “Isagi, take that!”

An opponent blocked him as he stopped to think. To let Gagamaru's plan work, I'll need to try to hit an early cross into that near impossible space in front of the goal.

Isagi kicked the ball. ‘Shit— I overhit it!’

Gagamaru dived forward to hit the ball with his forehead. No, he'll make it. Gagamaru's weapon is his flexible body!

“A classic case of Isagi using his teammates on the field.” Chigiri smirked at the ravennette who bashfully looked away.

Nagi leaned back into his chair lazily. How does Isagi think so much? It looks like such a hassle…

Gagamaru hit the ball into the net but the goalie blocked it, saving Team Y. “So close…!”

“We got it! We got this!” Kuon encouragingly yelled out as a nameless Team Y member heaved and stared at them. “How'd he even get to that…?”

“Not bad kiddo.” Snuffy smiled. “Having a flexible body gives you quite an advantage while playing.” “Uh, thanks.” Gagamaru nonchalantly replied, a little happy and touched.

“Shit. Once more.” Gagamaru looked up from the ground.

‘That was amazing… we can do this… we can win!” Isagi smiled.

In a moment, an ever piercing darkness, a looming void of a rift appeared behind Isagi. Those unique blue flames swirling around that rift. Isagi jerked back in fear with wide eyes, but saw nothing.

The audience jerked back in fear. A chill ran down their spines at the imagery. “Holy— Isagi what on earth was that?” Chigiri gaped. “Uhm… I don't really know how to explain it uh, I just kinda sensed it I guess?” Well, looking back at it, I most likely just sensed Niko’s movements behind me because of metavision, but I'm not sure if I did have it back then. Plus I can't say that so…

The imagery answered Niko's earlier question for him. Isagi saw him. He sensed him. But how…?

Isagi looked around in alarm. What was that? Was it Okawa? Okawa stood rather far away. It'll be bad if they counter now.

“Isagi what are you doing?!” Raichi's shout disrupted his thoughts. “Get a grip, we're doing a corner kick!”

“Oh my God Raichi!” The collective voices of the Blue Lockers who were itching for an answer groaned out.

Bachira rolled the ball under his foot and looked at his teammates.

“Flood in front of the goal!”

“I don't care how or what, just get in there!”

Both teams started to crowd near the goal, refusing to give the other a chance and lose their careers right there. That's right. If we don't attack now, when will we? It's finally our first chance to…

“Huh. Our first chance… I see.” Isagi paused, blinking rapidly before that crazed ember lit itself in his eyes once more, the blue mixed with the swirling ‘blue’ creating a crazed spiral. That premonition…

‘Premonition and Intuition… huh.’ Kazuyuki looked at the floor for a second before looking back up again.

Bachira kicked the ball, stepping back in surprise as he saw Isagi run towards the opposite direction. “Isagi?”

“Fucking finally, it's time.” Someone mumbled, their voice echoing against the silent chamber and fueling their beating hearts once more, looking in anticipation.

Chapter Text

The scene opened to Bachira swiftly kicking the ball as the screen replayed his confused expression, “Isagi?”

As most of them scrambled around for the ball, Isagi ran in the opposite direction. ‘We misread the situation…’

The one who ruined our chances.

Flashbacks of the blocked shots flashed by.

The one who's been passing our shots to Okawa.

The earlier pass to Okawa replayed on screen, as he ran past Isagi with a grin.

There, and there.

‘Huh… Oh, I see. Isagi-kun’s talkin’ about him, isn't he?’ Hiori blinked in realisation as he studied the flashes.

“I'll get it!” Raichi yelled out from his position, ready to receive the ball as it soared in the sky, all eyes on it except Isagi’s.

Before the blonde could reach out, the Team Y goalie had punched it away. “Aw fuck!” “Nice one, goalie!”

“In front of my guy’s face too.” Karasu sneered a little mockingly, followed by Otoya, “That's some next level humiliation.” Raichi glared daggers at both of them.

“We need to counter!” Kuon yelled out from his position as team Z watched the ball soar into the sky. “If Okawa gets the ball now…”

Black. Before any groans could be vocalised out of annoyance and irritation, something flickered.

A drip. A sprinkle. Like the first days of a small puddle turning into a lake, then overflowing down to become a river, those colours of Prussians, Ultramarines, Sky blues, Royal blues, Ceruleans, and Aquas accompanied by many others flowed through the waves and eventually filled the ever looming darkness of their fates as Team Z watched in horror, only for the ball to hit the front of #11’s jersey instead of Niko, who had been waiting for the ball.

Those waves flowed over the theatre, holding their breaths captive under its depths. They wanted to scream, they wanted to yell at the moment of anticipation they were waiting for, but they couldn't. They were held down by those blues as they could only watch helplessly.

That feeling I got… Isagi soared up into the sky as the ball hit his chest and he completely blocked the shot that came towards Niko. Was from you, Team Y’s heart. The gentle breeze blew the ravennette's hair as he turned his head back to look at Niko, who gasped at the unexpected move.

“Our saviour~!!!” Bachira giggled, jumping onto Isagi and spreading a light atmosphere around the tension filled hall. Chuckling slightly, Chigiri slapped the boy's back, grinning as he yelped “Chigiri—!”.

Niko watched with interest as he breathed out gently. Well, I guess I was right, he did sense me out. I just didn't expect it to be on such a high level… don't worry Isagi, I'll surpass you soon.

“Nice one, Isagi!” Naruhaya grinned in relief as he watched.

‘The one controlling Team Y from the shadows is Niko.’ Isagi descended onto the ground slowly as he heaved a breath. If we can shut out Niko, Team Y dies along with him.

“Uhm- c-can I say s-something…?” Tokimitsu shakily raised his hand, yelping as he gained their attention. “It's alright Tokimitsu, you can talk.” Yukimiya smiled, hoping to calm the boy down. “We-well, I've been noticing t-that they've u-used a l-lot of b-blue tones for the v-visuals and well…” he trailed off, squirming in his seat. Aryu patted his back as Isagi continued for the boy, “Ah, you mean how in visuals blue is generally used to express a sorrowful moment or undertones?” “Y-yes…”

“Hm, now that you bring it up, I've certainly noticed it and it has made me curious.” Luna put a finger on his chin as he smiled, “It's certainly a little confusing, since the moment isn't one to be saddened by.”

“Well well well.” Cordelia's voice chimed in as the girl fizzled into the room in front of them, her phone in her hands as she floated on the air as if it was a bed she was hanging off of. “I was waiting for someone to mention it!” She grinned, before awkwardly stopping and quickly pulling out a book from seemingly nowhere, furiously flipping through the pages.

With a huff, she closed the book and same coughed into her hand before looking down at them, “Okay so, as I read just now, Mr Tokimitsu’s words aren't wrong. So good job my boy!” A magical blueish hand patted the boy's head, making him flinch before calming down just slightly.

“As I was saying, my boy is indeed right, blue is generally used to represent a sorrowful moment or a devastating emotional time. While that is true, this is not the case for today, as the blues are alluding to something deeper, but I won't tell ya what it is cus where's the fun in that~?” She grinned, joyfully watching confusion take over the faces.

“Hm, is it related in some way to Isagi?” Chigiri curiously questioned, watching as her bi-coloured eyes lit up. “Yes yes! Why wouldn't it be? Now for what it is, that's for you to either figure out, or see in the future~!” Cordelia waved and disappeared, as the others diverted their attention back to the screen as a few pondered.

‘Something deeper…? What could it be… wait. Oh fuck.’ Isagi's eyes widened as the possibility came crashing down on him. ‘She doesn't mean…’

This is our chance. The ball on his feet, Isagi rushed forward with Niko behind on his tail in desperation.

The screen highlighted an area in front of the net. If I shoot now, I can make this…

He kicked the ball, but Niko side hit it with his foot, changing it's trajectory and making it hit the frame of the net instead. Shit, I missed it…! Isagi grit his teeth in frustration.

“Man what is this, the soccer version of Cockblocking?” Karasu groaned in frustration, his obvious frustration leaking out from the others at the continuous blocked or diverged shots.

Nagi stared at the feral look on Isagi's face, the familiar look he gave him back when they played against each other and when they played together. I wish he'd look at me like that again. This isn't fair, first team Z then that Rin guy. He pouted.

The camera panned down to Isagi's foot to Gagamaru, in front of the goal post as he kicked the diverged shot into the net, his body slamming into the frame of the net.

“We caught up!”

“Nice pass, Isagi.” Gagamaru panted, Kuon helping him up the ground as blood ran down from his nose. “Gagamaru?” It was supposed to be a shot.

“We’re on level!” Raichi cheered before pausing and gazing at his fist over his actions. Damn, I got excited over someone else's goal.

“Okay, that was a sickass goal.” Gesner clapped, his thoughts shared especially by the Team Z members as they voiced their praises for the boy. “Sorry for my comment Gagamaru. You're amazing!” Isagi smiled lightly. “Thanks for the praise… and it's okay Isagi.” Gagamaru drew out.

“That was an amazing reaction!” Kuon smiled as Naruhaya ran up from behind, “You're amazing Gagamaru!”

“One more and we'll turn this around. Gagamaru wiped his nose.

“So you caught on, huh?” Niko spoke out to Isagi, gaining his attention. The background started to blur into a muddy blue and black as he spoke, “Without you, we could've countered and killed off the game.” The background blurred behind Isagi too.

“So what is it, only you two matter now?” Raichi quipped, though his comment lacked a bit of that heat it usually carried. “I believe it's there to visually show how in-depth their exchange was. Plus, it's not like you saw what they did.” Hiori pointed out, slightly smiling. “Whatever.” Raichi huffed.

“You're not getting out of this by doing what you want anymore. We'll win this.” Isagi carefully chose his words as he steadied his gaze at the boy, Niko observing him through his bangs.

“You and I have the same eyes.” Niko began quietly, raising his hand as his fingers formed into a circle. He brought the circle up to his eye and looked at Isagi through it, as if he were an astrologer looking at the stars in the galaxy.

“You can't beat me, I control this field.” He spoke, the background behind him now taking on deep teal and reddish hues, while Isagi's background took on more bluish tones. Just you wait, you banged bastard.

“Y’know, I never thought Isagi would be this sassy. Guess we never really knew you that much, did we?” Chigiri swiftly smirked at the ravennette who sweated, stealing a glance at Niko who sent it back.

The screen showed a little pop up ‘Second half : 15 minutes’. Naruhaya ran, smiling as the others got into his formation. “All right, let's go all-in on this attack!”

Isagi ran forward with the ball as he calculated the field. Naruhaya’s weapon is getting in behind.

He kicked the ball to Naruhaya only for it to be stolen. “Ah— sorry Naruhaya!”

“Protect the goal! If they score again we'll lose Team Y!” A nameless Team Y member called out to the others. “Don't falter Team Z!” Kuon ran ahead, sweating as Imamura and Raichi ran behind. “We’ve got this, they're freaked out!” “Keep pushing!”

Barou cocked his head to the side. This Team was so fucking messy it was killing him. Back with Team X, he was the king and the rest followed behind to his plays. He silently thanks any God out there for not putting him with Team Z, or he would've killed all of them by that point.

The Team Y member who had the ball in possession kicked it to Niko. “All yours, Niko!”

Before Niko could get the ball, it was intercepted by Isagi. “I’m not letting you play your way any longer. I'm taking all the passes you get.”

“You're an annoying one…” Niko frowned, his tone venomous.

The audience shifted forward with interest. Both of them had similar eyes and visions in the field, now who will make the better play and come out as the winner, only time will tell.

Naruhaya broke free from the trance that held them captive and ran forward, “We’ll break open their defense!”

“Let's go again!” Igarashi yelled out, “Isagi! It’s almost time to use your weapon!”

“Wait no! Let's keep going like this and score in Naruhaya's formation.” He yelled back, passing the ball to Igarashi who looked doubtful, “Huh?! Are you sure?”

“Yeah!” Instead of breaking our balance here by going forward, I'll stay back since no one else realises the danger Niko has with his control on Team Y.

“You heard it too, didn't you? Ego's talk about ‘taking up your weapon’?” Niko's sudden words took Isagi's attention as the banged boy stood behind him, both of them waiting for the ball. “Yeah, what about it…?” Isagi raised an eyebrow.

“It got me thinking… what my weapon is.” Black coloured tendrils with blueish faded tips emerged from underneath Isagi's feet, circling himself and Niko as they almost separated them from the others into their own world. “Come on Gagamaru!” The rest of the teams continued playing, oblivious to the two’s exchange.

Chigiri scanned the room, observing the other’s faces, especially the former Team Z members. Judging by their expressions, he knew they were irritated by this exchange too. We all were playing for ourselves back then, but who knew we were just being played by them like puppets. No one before this knew about this exchange. Just what else did they not know?

“Everyone in Blue Lock has incredible talent. There's no way I can compete with someone like Okawa with his shooting skill.” Both of them began to run parallel, Niko's words keeping Isagi trapped. “But there's no way I can lose now. I'm not fast, nor do I have a muscular physique.” On the back of Niko's jersey, the TEAM Y | 7 marking swayed in the wind.

“But the weapons that'll let me survive here are…” The screen panned to Isagi's face, his eye disproportionately larger than the rest of his face. “My eyes, which let me precisely observe and study the field and my brain, which lets me make use of others.”

Too focused on the tension and anticipation of their conversation, no one notices or bats an eye at the way Hiori stared at the screen with a feeling of longing. Isagi's irises were like the ocean. Deep, beautiful and freely wild, just like the boy himself. Just like the free waves of the ocean, Hiori watched Isagi strive forward as he himself stood behind, like water in a glass cup meant to be used once and left behind. Something about it called out to him, to Isagi. He knew he came to Blue Lock to give up Soccer, and there's no way he and Isagi would ever talk. But this boy… Hiori doesn't mind clinging onto that single thread of hope.

No one noticed, but Kurona. He shared the cyan head’s feelings. He had heard around Blue Lock about this seemingly mysterious boy, how many wished to play with or go against him, how he destroyed them on field and became caring right after the game. Kurona rarely spoke about anything, more liking to keep to himself unlike the ravennette he now saw on screen and in person. Something about Isagi called out to him, inviting him. Inviting him to join the ravennette's threads, his collection, to join them as they chased the boy. And he wouldn't mind chasing after the boy too.

“Even if you stop me, you won't stop my ideas.” Niko pointed his index finger on his forehead. What does he mean…?

“Not a bad explanation, Niko Ikki.” Snuffy smiled, clapping his hands slowly. “You have potential, do keep it up.”

“O-oh, thank you.” Niko stutters for a moment, nodding his head in appreciation as Isagi smiles. ‘He really does. Oh, and would you look at that, he ends up on your team too.’

Second half, 35 minutes in. “Alright, my weapon is my unyielding spirit!” Igarashi yelled out as he ran.

A few chuckles sounded around the room as Igarashi crossed his arms and huffed. They don't get it, the proof is the fact that I'm here right now.

But Team Y wasn't having any of that. Forming a triangle, they passed the ball around and didn't let Igarashi get a chance to steal it. “What the hell?! They're just guarding the ball… are they looking for a tie?”

Isagi narrowed his eyes as he huffed. I'm keeping them from using the Niko-Okawa counter. “It’s not that they aren't attacking, it's the fact that they don't have a way to attack!” He alerted the other Team Z members.

Kunigami ran as he quickly caught into Isagi's words. “Then we have to attack!” “If we score, we'll win!” Kuon encouraged from the back.

Raichi's face was too close to the screen. “There’s no time! Steal the ball!”

A few snorted at the awkward closeness.

Despite the chaos, Niko was calm. Too calm. “One minute left… it's almost time for Team Y’s final move.” His sudden stop made Isagi stop too.

“I knew it, there had to have been some sort of back-up plan.” Yukimiya readjusted his glasses.

“We use this when we're in a corner. It’s a tactic in case we're stuck in a defensive battle.” “Huh?”

“The signal is…” behind them, a Team Y member took the ball and passed it to Okawa who suddenly appeared. “When Okawa receives the ball in his half.”

“It's not a solo tactic like Okawa's which we've been using until now, instead…” Gagamaru and Isagi’s eyes widened in shock as they watched the entirety of Team Y rush forward. Forward to their goal.

“For the final minute, all of Team Y goes on the offensive, in a one-minute total-counter attack.” With that, Niko also began to dash forward, leaving behind Isagi.

“Oh ho? That's not a bad tactic.” Aiku grinned, much to the Team Z member's annoyance.

Isagi's eyes widened as he turned out, sweat dripping off his face. Shit, they tricked us. We put too much on offense, leaving our defense short. If they score now, we'll lose!

Fuck…

Gritting his teeth, Isagi ran forward. I…

Irises full of life, that beautiful royal blue turning entirely white as it was encased in those void like black lines, losing any warmth they once held.

For the first time, the audience felt genuine fear and excitement crawl up their spines as they watched the transformation. Did they even ever know him? Just… who is Yoichi Isagi?

Rin relished in that view. It was just like a horror movie, anyone else would be horrified. But he was delighted.

Hiori shared his views too. Using video games as escapism from his parents, he has tried many genres of games, so anything horror doesn't really scare him. But fuck, the way Isagi's eyes lose that light, turning into a lifeless void… he doesn't even notice that's he's grinning.

Team Z fell into chaos, the battlefield tuning into desperation. “Are you serious… stop ‘em!” “Pull back, pull back!”

Team Y dodged and passed around the panicked Team Z members. “We don't have enough people! We can't defend like this…!” Imamura yelled out, horrified as Niko kicked the ball. “Someone stop him!”

Chigiri went ahead, but Okawa passed around him too, kicking the ball to Niko who began running.

The sheer chaos had the teenagers clutching their arm rests, aching to see what happened next. The professionals and adults looked with interest.

Iemon stepped forward, readying himself to stop the ball. It's 1-1. If I don't stop him, we'll lose… all of our soccer careers end here… I will stop this no matter what!’

Niko pulled his left foot back to kick as Iemon got ready. But instead of kicking at the net, he kicked it to the side.

“A feint huh? Not bad little guy~” Lorenzo grinned.

Iemon gasped, the horrifying realisation washing over him as Okawa flashed a menacing grin towards him. Okawa?

It's over. We're all done for… Igarashi's thoughts reflected the rest.

The more sentimental ones in the audience frowned in sadness. Team Z was chaotic for sure, but they're like a chaotic family. It's hard to see them lose.

But the smarter of the bunch didn't worry too much. They had already lost a match, if they lost this one they wouldn't be here anyways.

The screen turned entirely black. Before anything, those streams of azure swirled through the screen and dissipated into the very ball, the sphere making a soft thud as it hit. But not Okawa's foot, much to the boy's shock.

Kuon and Iemon’s faces mirrored each other in shock. Time ticked by as they watched none other than Isagi turned his back towards Okawa.

No one dared to even take a breath in his presence. They didn't deserve to.

“I knew it. It's always Okawa, isn't it Niko?” Every ounce of calm left Niko's body. “He ‘smells like a goal’ more than anyone…”

“You and I are the same. We see and think in similar ways…” his irises seemed to burn though Niko, his words leaving behind marks of a burn as he recounted Niko's words. “That’s why, rather than shooting yourself, you decided to pass to Okawa.”

“Here, I win.” His irises shook, his tone as if he were insane. “You chose to pass at that moment… you're unfit to be a striker.” For the first time since he showed up, Niko's teal irises finally revealed themselves as he looked at Isagi with despair.

“Yo, are you secretly those two's brotha or something?” Charles snorted, pointing at Niko. “Charles this is not the time…” Loki sweated.

Besides Charles, no one else spoke as they watched with bated breaths, the theatre tuned to a fine silence. Isagi sweated.

“And so, begins the awakening of Slursagi.” Chigiri grinned, the other’s laughs echoed throughout the room. “S-SLURSAGI—... CHIGIRI I DON'T SAY SLURS…???” Isagi’s eyes widened in shock at the red head's words. “Not yet at least.” Karasu chimed in, “WHAT’S THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN!” Okay, I might say some shit on the field but I've never called anyone a slur… I don't think so…

With all said and done, Isagi kicked the ball swiftly to the end of the field. This time, it was Team Y’s turn to panic, “Shit…!! They're doing a counter attack! Jump back and defend!” Okawa screamed.

I still regret the moment I chose to pass. That pass ended up in my loss. The screen flashed back to the pass he made right before the official gathering of Blue Lock. I don't need that version of myself anymore. What I wanna do is win.

“Hah, not bad. That's the attitude to have.” Chris smirked, somehow sparkling as he nodded to himself.

Kunigami received the ball with his chest and ran forward, “Nice one, Isagi!” The opposing Team Y members fought hard. “Foul him if you need to! Just don't let him get through!”

Kunigami grit his teeth as two nameless Team Y members were clawed to his sides, “Dammit. It's up to you!” he kicked the ball to Bachira, “Roger that!”

Bachira, the ever skilled dribbler manoeuvred through them.

“Stop him!”

“Rahhh!”

Bachira's eyes formed those black lines similar to Isagi's as he stuck his tongue out, kicking the ball into the air. “From now on… I'll leave it to you.”

The ball curved in its path towards Gagamaru and another Team Y member. It's low, but I'll take it. Gagamaru lunged forward to headbutt the ball, only to barely miss it.

“HE MISSED?!” Igarashi yelled out.

“THE FUCK YOU MEAN HE MISSED?!” Someone screamed.

“Nah, i was aiming for…” Bachira calmly spoke as he watched the ball fall to Isagi's feet, “for #11…”

Various pieces of glass showing different people pieced together on the screen. Niko heaved a breath, the fear evident on his face. “How is he there…?” Okawa gasped. “Do it Isagi…” Kunigami watched. “Score it my little Egoist…” Bachira grinned madly.

It's here…!

I’m a striker…! The world under his feet, those waves returning to bow to his command. The Blue, now with hints of green, swirled through the air under his feet. All around him, a few curious things popped up.

A deck of dark purple cards. A fox-like mask. A green leaf fading to blue. A baby blue coloured feather. A white, glowing feather. A pair of blue and red jewels. A red leaf.

The waves turned into flames as Isagi's foot strove forward, kicking the ball with such sheer force that it shook the screen.

“Yo… did the room just shake…”

The entirety of Team Z was caught with their mouths agape in shock before their screams overtook the field and they rushed over to Isagi.

TEAM Y : 1 — TEAM Z : 2

It wasn't just Team Z on the field though. Most of Blue Lock, hell even some of the U20 members jumped on him, celebrating as the frustration of not seeing him score finally paid off.

Their laughs and joy echoed throughout the room. Slowly, one after another they separated and took their seats.

The female voice on the VAR announced the match result as Team Z rejoiced in victory. “Time's up! Blue Lock's 5th building, match 4, 2—1.”

“The winner is… Team Z.”

“WOAHHHH ISAGI!” Igarashi jumped on Isagi's back. “You went right in!” Naruhaya grinned as he crowded around the ravennette. “How far did you run?!” Kuon spread his arms wide.

Behind them, the rest of Team Z cheered. Kunigami clenched his fist and Bachira grinned.

But strangely enough, Isagi didn't show a bit of excitement like his teammates. His face being shadowed by his hair, he turned around and began walking.

Reo raised an eyebrow. He clearly remembers his earlier matches with the boy, and he always celebrated in some way. So why is he not celebrating?

“Huh? Isagi?” “Where are you going…?” Ignoring his teammates, he slowly walked forward. Walking in between the fallen, the despaired Team Y members.

I crushed them. My goal… did this.

From every movement of the artificial grass to the cries of the nameless, every step forward gave Isagi something new to study. He glanced at Okawa who scowled at him.

Now even the other people in the audience were confused. Why is he not… celebrating with the others? What's he doing?

With the lament of the fallen, Isagi finally stopped in front of Niko.

On the ground, his fists curled up on the artificial grass as Niko quivered. Slowly looking upwards, his face was fully visible. Lips quivering, irises trembling as they made an attempt to glare at Isagi to no avail.

Isagi looked down on his figure, like a master to his servant.

Ego's mad face flashed on the screen, his face morphed into a wide grin.

His expression should've told them everything. To be prepared, to be ready. But they weren't.

This feeling… Why does it feel so good…?

The screen faded to black.

The entire room flooded with silence.

Niko gaped. … THIS IS WHAT HE THOUGHT BACK THEN…?? THIS??

Hiori stared at the screen. How sadistic… He smiled.

“Hah, keep that up and I might just enjoy crushing you more, Yoichi~” Isagi ignored Kaiser.

“A-ny-ways~” Cordelia popped up again, not giving two fucks about their minds blue screening still. “Just wanted to say, the arcs from here on out will be focusing on one or more guys other than Isagi! For who they are, you'll just have to find out yourselves, ladies and gentlemen~” she grinned, her smile wide as if like a cheshire cat’s.

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“Focusing on people other than Isagi? What do you mean?” Yukimiya raised his hand in question, gaining the other's attention. “Well basically, you know all that shit about Isagi's rivals evolving to devour him or whatever, basically that with each arc highlighting one or more of them.” She shrugs. “Wait fuck you mean—” “No more questions and goodbye!” She grins and disappears.

“Maid Barou looks mad.” Nagi side-eyes the irritated boy who now popped a vein, “I'M GOING TO FUCKING STRANGLE YOU YOU STINKY PIECE OF SHIT!”

“Now, now Barou chan, don't be so mean~” Lorenzo grinned to no avail. “And you shut up.” Barou scowled. “Now there.” Snuffy’s firm tone interrupts their bickering, “Don't fight, who knows what they can do.”

“Yeaaah I wanna see more!” Charles pouted, crossing his arms. “He’s right! I'm sure they'll show us what they mean!” Nanase chirped up, adding to the blond’s words.

The screen opened up to display two plates. On top of them, lay two finely cut steaks lathered with thick, sizzling hot gravy, as it slowly dripped down into the pool it created on the bottom of the cuts.

Instantly, most of the people felt themselves drool at the sight of the meat. “Dude… cover your mouth…” Igarashi side-eyed Gagamaru whose mouth was hung open at the sight, drooling like a waterfall.

“In celebration of Team Z’s victory…” The Team Z members huddled around the small table in a circle. “Cheers!”

Before long, everyone had begun to dig into the feast. “I’VE MISSED YOU SO MUCH, MEAT!” Igarashi's nostrils flared up widely as he joyfully ate.

“The taste of victory…! So yummy!” Tears slipped out of the boy's eyes as Imamura clutched his fork with his hand. “It’s so good!” Naruhaya spoke in delight.

“Hey! That's the meat from the goals Isagi and I scored! Leave some for me!” Gagamaru's voice was surprisingly not monotone while he pointed a finger accusingly at Naruhaya.

Naruhaya ignored him in favour of eating a third piece, “So good~!”

“Hey that's mine! Spit it out!” “Too bad it's already in my stomach!” Gagamaru lunged forward and started to choke Naruhaya.

The light hearted atmosphere calmed the room down a little, putting smiles on their faces as they watched the joyful atmosphere of the old Team Z.

“Alright everyone, we're going to do this potluck style,” Kuon smiled as he spoke calmly, holding his tray up. “This way we'll get to taste each other's dishes.”

He's so nice! Nanase couldn't help but smile, his thoughts shared by a few others.

Isagi smiled in a mellow manner at his teammates' antics.

The scene mustered up smiles to their faces. Isagi really was so nice and adorable, when he's not on the field slurring them out.

“You sound like a lunch lady.” Raichi side eyed the brunet, sitting down on the floor with an arm propped on his knee.

Raichi glared daggers at the boy and himself from the past. Sae swiftly averted his eyes from him. Something is up with that guy and Team Z. His ever calculative gaze concluded.

An array of colourful dishes circled around the table, ranging from different sizes to flavours.

“I know we can't get hungry but I really want to eat something right now…” Isagi sweated, scratching his cheek awkwardly. “You know what lil bluey? You're right I really could eat something right now~” We will not clarify what his tone meant.

As if she was waiting for the moment, Cordelia popped out again, scratching the back of her head. “Y’all want food? Okay let me just…”

She snapped her finger with a smile. Almost instantaneously, small circular tables made of wood and the edges painted blue, appeared in front of everyone's seats as the other rows were slightly pushed back to make space. Various dishes rested on top of each one. Surprisingly enough, everyone also seemed to have some unique foods or drinks to pair along with the dishes.

Isagi blinked in surprise as he saw the small plate of Kintsuba on his. He kept his head low as he looked around at the other tables. Bachira beamed happily at his small bowl of canned pineapples…? A little weird. Chigiri had some Karinto Manjuu, Reo had a cut of Ichibo Steak, Nagi surprisingly had some Lemon Tea. Even more surprisingly, Barou had pudding alongside his dish, which Isagi barely stifled his laughter as he saw.

Okay, these side dishes have got to be their favourite foods or drinks.

Curiously, Isagi inspected a bit more. Over on the Itoshi brothers side, Rin stared at his Ochazuke and Sae’s salted Kombucha. Shidou grinned as he picked up the small plate of his Yukhoe. Averting his gaze, he saw Raichi contently eating his shrimp tempura. But wait… is Gagamaru eating raw meat…???

Ignoring that, Igarashi seemed to have some sort of hotpot, Zantetsu had a weird combination of Curry and Burgers along with his…

Skimming over a few others, he saw Anri munch on cookies which she shared with the masters and Luna who didn't seem to have a side dish besides Ego who had cup noodles. Of course. Charles happily nibbled on his macarons which he shared with Loki and Kazuyuki, the black haired boy enjoying his ice cream in peace. Guess he didn't wanna eat the main dish, huh?

A large, round wooden table with the same paint as the smaller ones popped up right in front of the seats, allowing for easier eating and chats. A few stayed behind to eat in peace.

A wave of calm flooded the room as they chatted and took a taste of each other's dishes. Isagi soaked in the calm he didn't get to experience very often due to Blue Lock's nature, but he didn't really mind.

Upon finishing, the plates disappeared and glasses of water appeared in their stead. The tables too, disappeared once everything was done and dusted. Sitting back more comfortably in their seats, the screen opened once more.

Iemon swirled his natto with his chopsticks, “Natto’s not so bad every once in a while.” He smiled. “Oh, I have pickled radish!” Igarashi chirped up, only to be rejected. “No thanks.” They firmly stated.

“No one wants your radish man.” Karasu snickered.

Kunigami looked up from his rice to Isagi. “I'm still surprised with how fast you ran back there. How'd you get yourself into that position?” “Same, did you know the ball was coming to you?” Gagamaru added, still having Naruhaya in a chokehold.

Pausing his eating, Isagi pondered for a moment. “It wasn't exactly that. It was like I kinda knew where the ball would end up and just ran. I don't really know how to put it.”

Knew it, or felt it? Sae raised an eyebrow.

“I saw it too!” Bachira chirped from behind the ravennet, holding a piece of meat with his fork as he thrust his face right into Isagi's, “That’s why I passed to you! Good job!”

“Thank you for the pass, Bachira.” Isagi smiled, sweating as he leaned backwards. “Here's your reward! Say ‘ah’!” “Bachira, I can feed myself…”

“Don't be shy now!” The brunet chirped again as he continued shoving his fork at Isagi.

Ah right, of course. That bumblebee and his stupid best friend pass. It's so fucking dumb like, a best friend pass??? But they can't do anything, because Isagi doesn't see a problem with it, which is the biggest problem of this problem.

“Anyways, this means Isagi’s weapon is ‘Smelling a goal’.” Kunigami ate a piece of salmon and closed his eyes, “We won due to his goal. That's a fact.”

“I’m not buying that.” Raichi scoffed.

Isagi glanced at present Raichi who tched and rolled his eyes. Isagi cracked a smile.

“But anyways, we won.” Kuon, the team's peacemaker stepped up, “Team Z will fight on!” He roared, followed by the cheers of the others.

In the midst of all, there sat an all too familiar redhead, who simply looked at their cheers, not bothering to join or eat.

Hiori narrowed his eyes. Ever since Cordelia said so, he had been intently observing to see just who the person might be. And he has most definitely found him.

The screen blacked out and revealed the Team Z room during night time. Everyone was sleeping, except Isagi who tilted his head to the side to dodge the sleeping Igarashi's hand.

“No more pickled radish…” the monk babbled in his sleep, smashing his arm right next to Isagi who barely dodged. ‘Jeez, can't you stay still for one moment?’

Kaiser tched. “Disgusting. You're gonna ruin my mood instead if I ever crush you.” Yoichi's instincts are not half bad.

Isagi sat up. I'm too energetic to sleep right now. The screen played flashbacks of Okawa's face before changing to Niko’s crying face. It's so weird… but amazing. I did that… I've never felt like this.

Niko’s eyes burned as he peeled them wide open. He needed to observe, to remember every word Isagi said. Only then will he be able to deliver those same words to the ravennet when he surpasses him.

The camera showed Isagi’s feet walking amongst the futons.

‘Free feet??? In this economy??? My feet??? To these guys???’ Isagi grimaced.

Yukimiya finds the view amusing. Having worked as a model, he has seen quite a few movies where they use camera shots for parallels for his work. The parallel to show his present moment linked to his past events is surely very interesting.

Sae finds the view interesting. Kazuyuki talked about this ‘Blue haired guy who I declare as my protege even though I'm not a master but I don't care’, and seeing the boy for himself now he can't say Kazuyuki was entirely wrong in any way. But Isagi Yoichi will have to do more to truly set his place in Sae’s mind. He also thinks Kazuyuki just wants to quit. Not that he'll let the lazy boy anytime soon, of course.

Isagi slowly walked towards the Team Z monitoring room, intending to review his play only to come across a certain someone already inside. “Chigiri?” The boy looked behind him, at Isagi.

The present selves of the two boys exchanged glances in worry. No one other than them knew about this, and now Chigiri's secret would be known by everyone. This is…

Of course, almost everyone noticed the panicked glances they exchanged. What happened here?

“Isagi? Why are you here?” Chigiri sent him a questioning glance which made the boy scratch his cheek awkwardly. “I couldn't sleep. What about you?”

“Me too. I was just watching your goal.” Isagi walked towards the boy and sat down on the floor. “Huh…”

“No wonder you can't sleep.” Chigiri's gaze never once broke away from the monitor, eyes fixated as the screens replayed that one moment on his goal. “A goal like this… is an incredible moment for an Striker.”

Now most of them had sat up straighter and focused. Chigiri's words… something did happen here alright.

“Yeah. I would've never scored that goal if I didn't come to Blue Lock. I'll always remember it.” Isagi now looked up at the screens. “I don't think I can do it again if someone told me to. I just ran without thinking.” he huffed.

“I believe you have really strong Spatial awareness.” The glow of the screens highlighted both of them as they conversed. “Spatial awareness?” Isagi raised an eyebrow.

An image appeared. Mannequins were shown running in different positions, their eyes with a spotlight. “Most players judge the field based on what they see in their direct sight. When they're running or playing with the ball, that path becomes narrower.”

“But in your case, you can see the entire field momentarily,” The field zoomed out to show a whitened version of Isagi, huge as he gazed at the mannequins, wearing a veil as he smiled at them. “Almost as if you're a God looking down on them.”

The players felt chills run down their spines at the smile. Yukimiya simply smiled as he leaned back. Not my God.

“That ability let you ‘smell a goal’ when it was needed and made that impossible goal a reality.” A flashback of Isagi's play was shown on screen.

‘So Spatial Awareness is my weapon huh.’ Isagi's gaze fell to the floor as he pondered.

“You're only doing it intuitively right now. If you learn how to use it consciously, your eyes and brain will become unrivalled weapons,” Chigiri looked up at the screens once more. “That's what I thought after watching this.”

He's on the right path, but that's not exactly it. Noel Noa breaths. Chigiri Hyoma’s thought is correct, but that alone can't simply factor in for the play Isagi Yoichi had made. Niko Ikki was actively marking him, but he still wasn't able to predict the way Isagi ran past all of them at that moment and blocked that pass for Okawa Hibiki. That sequence of plays can't be categorised as just Intuition, for it was far more than just that.

“Huh… I see. Thanks Chigiri, that's really helpful.” Isagi chuckled, eyes crinkling into crescents before he turned to look at Chigiri, “You're a great guy!”

“Not really. I just said that for our team to win.” Chigiri shrugged. “By the way, what's your weapon? You didn't tell us back when everyone was saying theirs.” Isagi brought it up, making Chigiri stare in surprise.

Zantetsu looked at Reo. Why are they talking about weapons? They allow weapons in here? Reo shook his head. Not now, Zantetsu.

“I told you already, I don't wanna…” Chigiri shook his head.

“Why not? Hidin’ something now, Princess?” Karasu smirked, eager to take a jab at the boy for his silence on screen. “Maybe he's just too special for us.” Otoya joined in, adding to Karasu's words.

Chigiri was already pissed off with the fact that every single fucking person ever is now going to see their talk, and he certainly didn't need those two on his ass right now. “Shut the hell up you stupid crow.” “Woah, chill Princess.”

“Hm? Why not? It's alright, If there's anything I can do to help you I will.” Isagi, the ever so persistent boy urged. Chigiri only dug his face into his knees. “It doesn't matter. It's not important…” “We do. It's important.”

Silence fell upon the viewing room.

Slowly, a hand slid over onto a knee covered with the cloth of the pyjama pants. “One year ago, I tore the ACL in my right knee.”

Right after that moment, a suffocating silence overtook the room, the uncomfortable feeling crawling up their spines. Athletes have always gotten injured in some way when they played, it's common. But an ACL tear is not something you can just simply recover and move on from.

Chigiri felt the burning stares of concern, pity and question on his back. He doesn't need pity, he didn't come so far for that. Isagi slid over a hand onto the boy’s own for comfort, which barely helped.

“Stop staring at him like that, you're making him uncomfortable.” Kazuyuki, who had been passive for quite a while, arms crossed with his lips pressed into a firm line. “It’s okay to feel bad, but we should look at how he overcame that to be where he is today, and your stares are not helping.” He frowned in dissatisfaction.

“He's right. I'm not too familiar with it, but I'm sure Chigiri Hyoma is a skilled player.” Loki smiled, and Chigiri blinked, not expecting to be defended by Kazuyuki and Loki, who's one of the fastest players ever.

“An ACL tear is not a joke for a Soccer player. It's unfortunate, but I'm sure if you still want to keep going, if you still have the will to fight then you will overcome it.” Chris spoke, without any sort of glint for the first time.

“Didn't know you could give actual advice.” Ego quipped up, making some snicker. “Hey now…”

Isagi leaned in to whisper to the red head, “It's okay Chigiri, you just have to show them how amazing you truly are.” He smiled warmly, causing Chigiri to blush and look back at the screen.

“The doc said if I get injured in the same spot again, my soccer career is pretty much over,” Chigiri stood up and turned around, his back facing Isagi. “Even though it's healed now, I can't play like I used to.”

“I used to have it too, Isagi. An amazing weapon like yours.” A younger Chigiri jumped up in joy on screen.

Reo smiled at the sight warmly. Smiling for the one who he couldn't save.

“There were nights I was so high off of goals that I couldn't sleep… and times where I dreamed of becoming the World’s best striker.”

Isagi stayed seated on the floor as he watched Chigiri walk away. “But now… I'm scared of injuring myself again, I'm scared of losing my dreams…”

The door slid open automatically as footsteps grew distant. “I came to Blue Lock to find a reason to give up Soccer. After seeing your goal, I might just be able to do that.”

He's just like me… Hiori stared awed at both the past and the present versions of Chigiri. How did you do it? How did you learn to love Soccer again…?

“Not Isagi's fault, fault.” Kurona quipped from his seat, surprising Isagi, Chigiri and a few others. ‘Kurona…’ Isagi lightly smiled at the boy's antics.

The next words Isagi spoke made Chigiri stop in his tracks. “Stop lying Chigiri. Don't blame someone else for this. You don't actually want to give up, do you?” Isagi stood up from his place and stared at Chigiri with a serious expression.

What the… They've never seen Isagi this serious before.

Kaiser sat up straighter, very interested in this turn of events. Hah, so you can make that kind of expression too huh?

“I'm the same as you. I'm fighting because I don't want this to end.” his expression remained unchanged as he started to take a few steps towards Chigiri. “No one can achieve their dream if they aren't prepared to fail.”

To his shock, Chigiri whipped around and glared at him, “Shut up. You don't know anything about me.” He walked away, leaving behind Isagi who's eyes narrowed, a frown on his face.

“You don't know anything about me… Leave me alone.”

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Welp, hello. It's been a hell of a long time, hasn't it? I can't really make any excuses for my absence from ao3 and Wattpad, but damn it seems I've been hit with the ao3 curse too.

Nothing much, just over the past months my family's been having money problems and last month I accidentally dropped my phone and the screen came off. It still works, but I can't get it fixed yet, which means it's hard for me to write + I haven't had much motivation. I can write on another phone of my step mom's though.

I've been busy with a novel I've been planning which I also need to finish the first chapter of, but I feel guilty for dissapearing so I need to ask a question.

Should I continue this fic or drop it entirely?

—> Now I admit I've also lost motivation on this. I haven't caught to BLLK in a while, only recently reading upto a few chapters. [ Ps, FUCK YOU NOEL NOA DIE. ]

instead of just keeping this hollow blank like it is, should I try a bit to write more or just drop it? I do have a draft of the next chapter which I've written a little of. I've realised my writing in this fic is... A bit cringey, which I fix in my draft. So, the choice is upto you.

Another thing,

Would you guys, mainly people who know genshin, like an Inazuma story rewrite?

—> now this is something I've been contemplating on for months. I've finished watching Natlan act 3 and 4 and it was SO good. Which only fuels my desire to write the story differently mainly because I'm sick and tired of Ayaka getting shit on and Raiden's story doesn't make sense.

The rewrite will have differences, major ones, like my own version of traveller completely unique and Raiden Ei, will a be a male, but the Shogun will still stay female and same with Makoto. So, would you guys mind it?

Last words, I'm still thankful for the continued support you all have on here and Wattpad over my mediocre writing, truly. I don't deserve you all.

Yours Truly,
siayt.

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Hi.

Wow, I'm writing this much later than I should've. Anyways, first of all I wanted to say that I'm so, SO grateful for all the comments on my notice, I don't even know how you people are still here after I dissapeared.

Second, weighting in all of the options and time with motivation, I'm reading blue lock fics again ( like the chatfic by my co, Kat or boobies101 ) to regain my motivation for Blue Lock, and I've decided that I'm gonna change up my writing style so the content will be longer even if it's just one chapter, but it'll take longer since I'll try to write for as much characters as I can.

Third, I'm utterly embarassed as I'm rereading through my fic... HOW DID YOU ALL READ THIS.. WHATEVER THIS IS .. IT'S SO MESSY AND ... BAD... eurgh

well, that's the important stuff. If you want to click off, feel free to or you can read my little rant before you go.

God I caught a nasty cold yesterday, probably from someone at school. I went through the entire year without one just to catch a horrible one yesterday. AT THE WORST TIME TOO, I HAVE AN ADVANCED MATHEMATICS TEST TOMMOROW AND BECAUSE OF THIS I'VE BARELY STUDIED... a little fact, I'm absolutely SHIT at math. Welp, sucks to suck.

But anyways, thank you all for the kind words and I can atleast guarantee one thing, that the next PROPER chapter of this godforsaken fic will be out atleast in November. That's it.

Yours Truly,
siayt.

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An uncomfortable silence spread over the room. Chigiri breathed in slowly, starting to feel his breathing heave as time passed by. As every second ticked, he could feel those burying gazes on his back and head, piercing through his soul and seeing every single thought he thought.

( He had never felt this nervousness and dread since when he had escaped those shackles, when he knelt down on the ground and watched Isagi soar forward, asking, no, demanding him to break those chains and run. And run he did. )

( Nanase frowned. He doesn't really know Isagi-san personally, only hearing fleeting whispers around the facility and judging by the videos so far along with the person himself, he was sure that Isagi-san was a nice person. Sure, Chigiri had all the right to be upset about it back then, but he was sure Isagi-san meant no harm! )

( Yukimiya doesn't hold an ounce of sympathy towards Isagi. He's just like Chigiri, someone who can lose their ability and all chances to play soccer ever again, unfairly, so he understood. Yukimiya Kenyu might be a model who's all friendly and shit, but the world will know Yukimiya Kenyu, the soccer player who bested blue lock, all through his pain and suffering and all the hard work he put into achieving it. )

( Hiori’s expression hardened, growing ever so distant. Even though their reasons are different, both himself and the redhead want to leave Soccer behind. He wondered, just did Isagi manage to pull Chigiri out of that sinking deep hole, refusing to let go yet still managing it be saved. )

Taking in a deep but quiet breath, Chigiri slowly glanced at Isagi to say something. Maybe mutter a sorry, or just send an apologetic look because looking back, he really was too harsh to Isagi who genuinely wanted to help him. But instead, his Pinkish-red irises made direct eye contact with the ravennet’s Cerulean ones.

He looked concerned for the redhead, and Chigiri hated it. He hated how this same boy who screamed at him, dragged him from the depths of that hell with his own hands to make him start running, looked at him with concern and smiled at him with empathy. Chigiri averted his gaze.

“It's alright, Chigiri, it's all in the past now.” Isagi whispered to him, and oh how much Chigiri hated how nice the boy was when he wasn't on the field.

( Isagi knew Chigiri was feeling guilty for what he said, but he wasn't wrong. Isagi won't blame him for lashing out at a basically stranger who tried to pry into his personal life, because that’d make him a hypocrite now, wouldn't it. Otherwise he doesn't mind what Chigiri said to him anymore, it's way in the past now and he single-handedly saw how much the redhead evolved, and he's glad about it. He's happy to see the panther take his run into the fields to show everyone his true potential. )

The screen lit up once more, signalling the start of the next episode and breaking some of the uncomfortable silence in the hall as the viewers sat back to watch.

“It's almost time to report our progress to the JFU.” A voice called out, belonging to Anri as her face is shown on the screen. The screen zooms out to show her with a basket filled with used clothes and the floor around her littered with dirty ones as she sat in between in the clear space.

“Are those… Ego-San’s clothes…?” Nanase muttered in confusion, his confusion shared by others and some with disgust. Isagi swears he heard Barou grumble ‘Disgusting’ under his breath behind him.

“C'mon now Jin, treat the lady better. She's the manager, not a maid. Even if this was in the past, it doesn't warrant you to continue doing it.” Snuffy’s cool and collected voice chimed in, turning his head around to address the man.

“Don't call me that…” Ego’s face scrunched up in disgust, before closing his eyes and taking an exhale, “I know. I haven't done it nowadays and I won't do it again.” He sighs, as Anri smiled.

( She hummed in thought, how even though she and the man still bicker and he does yell at her here and there, it has certainly gotten much better by the time even if it wasn't that long ago when she was picking up used socks from the floor. Is he not used to having people close to him? She mused, the thought peeking curiously. Whatever it was, it seems like Blue Lock isn't only just changing these teenage boys, but it's manager too. )

“So how do you think it's going, Ego-San?” She said, watching the man who looked indifferent as he poured the water out of the Instant Yakisoba container he held, “Wait Anri-chan. I'm about to experience bliss.”

Anri sighed, exasperated at the familiar view. She's seen this many times already, but it's still a little irritating trying to convince the man to actually eat anything other than instant noodles.

( She wonders sometimes, why does Ego persist in consuming that food so much? It's unhealthy for his already lanky body, and he definitely knows it. Is it just that he wants to experience what he couldn't when he was playing? She's probably looking too much into it. )

“You sure do love those noodles don't you? Do you even eat anything besides those?” Anri questioned as she started to pack the used bowls into a bag, “I’m only doing it cus I couldn't before. All the things I couldn't eat before retiring, I can do now.” Ego curtly replied, mixing in the sauce from the sauce packet into the noodles.

“I almost forgot Ego used to play since Isagi mentioned it earlier…” Chigiri sweated, making Isagi laugh out of nervousness. “I can't believe Isagi never told m— us this.” Raichi grumbled.

“Was he really that good? To be called THE Noel Noa’s rival out of everything…” Igaguri questioned, unconvinced, causing the room to become silent and wait for an answer, which was given to them cooly, “Ego Jinpachi is a good, no, great player.” Noa’s robotic voice, which for the first time since they had been kidnapped and forced to watch their futures held some sort of humanity, some sort of emotion. The audience was left gaping. The Noel Noa praised him?! Okay, he had to have been good.

( He'd never say this out loud, but Noa still fondly remembers the old days. He remembers how the both of them went against each other, toe to toe in their primes. He still doesn't understand why the man had retired so early, but he won't force him to play again, since he's busy creating the best striker for Japan. He wouldn't mind having him back though. )

“Well you could at least do your own cooking and laundry!” Anri yelled at him, glaring as she held a massive bag of trash, while Ego continued stirring the noodles in the cup, “My contract doesn't tell me to do anything other than soccer related, so I don't have to do anything that doesn't benefit me.”

“Classic Ego.” Someone in the theatre snorted, making a few others laugh and smile out of amusement.

“So, is the ‘First selection’ going smoothly?” Anri said, giving up trying to reason with the man. “It's going well. Why don't you see it for yourself?”

“It's time to add some spice.” Ego spoke, as he ripped open the flake packet and sprinkled them on the noodles.

‘Adding spice literally and…?’ Reo pondered, tilting his head as he crossed his arms.

( Reo was never too much of the analytical type, because he never really needed to do so in his life besides the time he found Nagi. After getting over the shock of being kidnapped to watch the future, he realised he'll never get such a chance again, because come on, it wouldn't make sense. So, since they're being shown scenes they would've never seen or known about, he's taking the initiative to analyse the meanings behind everyone's word and their thoughts. )

It wasn't just Reo. A few others like Isagi himself, Hiori, Niko, the master strikers and even Karasu were all watching and picking through every word that they themselves would have never heard that could have a whole lot of meaning for their futures.

( Karasu is an easygoing guy. Sure, he likes to joke around a lot and do stuff teens do before coming to regret them after getting consequences, but that's just how he lives. The sharp, analytic eye of the Crow hides behind an easygoing smirk. )

The screen flipped to the Team Z practice field where Isagi was shown kicking the ball but missing. “Damn, you missed! You're up for now!” Igarashi ran up from behind.

“Wow you suck! Guess all that in the game was a fluke!” Raichi laughed, putting his hands in his pockets as he leaned downwards, Kuon walking to him and Isagi with his hands up and waving, “Let’s calm down you guys.”

The screen cut to the next scene and zoomed right into someone's mouth, presumably Isagi’s as he sighed. ‘I’ll have to work on my stamina. I can't bear to be left behind right now.’ he huffed.

( Isagi fondly looked at the past. He'd never ever give up the present he has now, after so much hard work, frustration with himself, so many new people, friends of days gone by, he'd never give it up. But it also doesn't mean he can't look back at the simple times of the start, the times where they all either planned together a strategy as a team, or rejoiced in laughter after winning a game. )

“Damn I miss those times.” Chigiri hummed in fondness, followed by Raichi who grumbled in agreement despite his annoyance as a few more blue lockers agreed, verbally or silently.

“Ugh, why would you guys miss those times…?” Igarashi frowned in annoyance, getting flashbacks. “You don't miss them because you were too busy being at the bottom, monk-boy!” Charles giggled, finally finding something fun to do but immediately being shushed by a stressed Julian Loki as most of the boys fell into laughter, giggles or roaring laughter, -ehem, Shidou-, watching Igarashi’s face flame in embarrassment, although in an unflattering way.

As the laughter calmed, the screen continued.

The screen now flashed black and back to show the Team Z Training Field, which was quite busy. Isagi was shown still slumping against the wall as his thoughts were heard, flashing to Chigiri’s angered expression then back to the other team Z members as Isagi watched them, feeling guilty as he felt he was holding them back.

“I don't want this to end with just a single fluke…”

“ISAGIIII! You're not holding anyone back! If anyone is, it's Igaguri!” Bachira practically screamed into the poor blunette’s ears as he side-hugged him, practically clinging onto him. The other Team Z members nodded, leaving out Raichi who just huffed as they all ignored Igarashi once more.

Noel Noa narrowed his eyes ever so slightly in interest. Being the World's No.1 player, he certainly has honed his eye for hidden skills in the wild, being able to spot the seedlings amongst many that definitely will blossom into healthy, strong plants. And Isagi Yoichi is no exception.

Noel Noa is no fool. As much as he's called a Cyborg by his annoying peers and doesn't show his emotions often, he can still see how others feel, even if it's just a twinkle in their eye. He's not mistaken, his Ace, much as the stubborn German would deny, has gained an interest in Isagi Yoichi out of all the blue lockers for some apparent reason.

He won't deny that he's slowly gaining some fondness for the boy, but if Isagi Yoichi is somehow the key to unlocking the next point for Micheal Kaiser, then so be it.

Chigiri snickered alongside the others, but he felt even more guilty on the inside as he watched the flashback. He doesn't even know why he's feeling so guilty over it, even if Isagi already said it was alright.

( Maybe it's because Isagi was the first person after the accident besides Chigiri’s parents and sister who didn't make fun of him back then like some in school or those who simply brushed it off and told him to quit, without even making an effort to show some empathy. Now that he looks at it, Isagi really was the first person who actually went ahead to help, to force, to make Chigiri break out of the shackles he let himself be shackled to. Is it a feeling of wanting to repay the blue eyed boy? Maybe. If that's what it is, then god damnit, Chigiri is gonna repay it by becoming the best he'll ever get at Soccer. )

In the indoor training field, the monitor on the wall switched on with a sound, the screen showing static before Ego’s voice chimed in, “Howdy, you lumps of talent.” And successfully got everyone's attention.

“I still don't know how to feel about Ego calling us ‘Lumps’ of talent…”

“... Brother, what.”

On the screen, Ego appeared as he slurped up noodles from the Instant Yakisoba box. Strangely enough, even with the small screen the noodles still seemed to be glistening with the sauce and the steam could be seen, or was it just the hungry player’s imagination?

“Ego…” Kuon hesitantly spoke, as Igarashi was busy drooling at the sight of the noodles beside him.

“In any other case I'd laugh at it, but damn, I can't blame the guy… those noodles look damn good…” Aiku smirked, sweat rolling down his face as he could feel his stomach growling even if there was no hunger present. Sendou nodded beside him, albeit a bit hesitant as he frowned. They don't get good food out there in the U20…

“The sixth match just finished.” Ego said on the screen, still chewing as his hologram became smaller in size and was pushed to the side of the screen to show the scores. It seems Team V hasn't lost a single match yet, coming out on top, while Team Y is at the bottom with Team Z just over it at 4th place. Not as bad as it was, but nothing good either.

“Hold up, who was Team V here again?”

“Pretty sure it's Nagi, Reo and Zantetsu.”

“Ahhhhh I see I see… no wonder they're on top right now.”

“Three teams are tied with one win and one loss?!” Kuon was too baffled to hide the disbelief in his voice. But it seems Gagamaru, Naruhaya and Igarashi were more busy drooling over the Yakisoba. I don't blame them.

“Now here's the spice.” The ranking systems, which up until now were being evaluated using their test scores and gameplay, will now be sorted by the value of the goals they've scored.

“Those who score more valuable goals will be ranked higher. So, Team Z’s current top player is…” All of the members looked at their blue lock suits, specifically their rank number on their left arm as it was updated in real time.

“...Isagi Yoichi.”

#265 Isagi
#266 Kunigami
#267 Gagamaru
#268 Bachira
#269 Kuon
#270 Raichi
#271 Imamura
#272 Iemon
#273 Naruhaya
#274 Chigiri
#275 Igarashi

Itoshi Sae hummed. He admits that he didn't have much interest in this project until that speech he stumbled upon and with Kazuyuki’s sudden interest in it. He had decided to look into it more after at first assuming the younger had an interest in it because Ego was related to him, family or whatever.

( But now, he knows why his partner has his eye on this project. Itoshi Sae left Japan behind because he knew that with the JFU, there is no hope for the future of Soccer in this country and he stood corrected. But, it seems that that crazy man and that lady might be the ones to finally bring a change to this god forsaken country's Soccer. )

‘I’m… the highest ranked player on Team Z…?’ Isagi stared at his arm band in shock.

‘Yes you are.’ Bachira beamed, Raichi huffed, Gagamaru thought, Igarashi despaired, Kazuyuki hummed.

Ego continued talking, completely ignoring the shock of the players at the ranking revelations. A weapon is merely just the first step for a striker to thrive, but one can't just let that treasure be stagnant. “As such, your next step is to take that weapon and hone it, make it exceptional.” his gaze became dark and devoid of any light as he slurped up his noodles.

“Consider Argentina’s World Class Striker, Lionel Messi. A meticulous style of speedy dribbling and his fearsome shots with his left leg. Thanks to those unique weapons, he's the most outstanding player in the world.”

Chris Prince’s eye twitched ever so slightly. He couldn't lie that he was a bit off-putted by the title, but he knew better than to act out in front of these kids and make a fool of himself, so he simply put on a small smile as he leaned back against the plush cushion of the seat and made himself more comfortable.

“That's why he continues to reign as the top striker.” Ego said as he pressed his palms together and prayed to God, a thank you for the food. “Your individual weapons are all different, so the methods of polishing them will obviously be different as well.”

“If you try to imitate Messi, your own weapon will never shine.”

Isagi huffed in amusement. ‘Ironic isn't it, in Reo’s case? The Chameleon makes his plays by copying the ones done by others.’

Agi was pretty much onboard with the advice. Weapons in Soccer are like any other skills one person may have. You can always copy others of the same skill and imitate them, but until you truly work hard by yourself and make your own skill shine, that work will never be truly yours nor will you truly ever improve.

“You can turn that ‘zero’ into ‘one’ with your weapons. Figure out what you need to multiply with that ‘one’ and make it stronger. Find the plays only you can make.”

Snuffy smiled, clenching one of his hands into a fist and covering it with his other hand before resting his elbows on the arms of his seat, finally resting his chin on his hand as he observed. He could see what Ego was subtly doing, and its results were visible as Isagi on screen clearly listened to the lanky man. The way he framed his words, his tone, only the ones most willing to evolve and break away from their chains would listen to his words.

“Stand out. Talent is just a lump of ore that if you don't smelt and polish it, it's nothing but just trash.” Ego’s gaze was straight out of a horror movie as he finished his speech, the screen switching off of himself and now showing the timer for the matchup between Team Z and Team W, only 24 hours away.

“Why does he like to refer to the players and talent n’ stuff with terms about rock stuff…? We're playing Soccer, not learning to be blacksmiths…”

“Just shut up and watch…”

“...We have our game with Team W in 24 hours…” “Let's go watch some recordings of their plays…” Naruhaya sighed out, wiping the sweat off of his face as Iemon crossed his arms.

“Okay okay, that's enough for today. Let's all get ready for tomorrow…” Kuon heaved, sweating immensely.

“Why does he give off such motherly vibes??”

“We didn't need to know your fetish man.”

“THE FUC—”

“Ugh, both of you shut up, I'm getting a headache.”

Some of the Team Z members left the indoor stadium as Isagi stayed behind, still slumped against the walls as he deeply thought about the talk Ego just gave them.

‘Bachira’s dribbling… Kunigami’s shooting… those are things you can understand easily upon seeing.’

Bachira happily smiled as he was included separately in Isagi’s monologue, making Rin click his tongue in irritation.

‘But ‘smelling a goal’ or ‘knowing where your teammates are’... It's something you can feel only at the moment.’ Barou and Niko’s faces flashed on the screen.

Isagi's eyes widened as he gasped softly. ‘Right. I don't know when that moment will come, but I need to be ready for it when it does…!’

‘That’s it. What I need to polish is…’ Isagi crouched onto the ground, taking a breath before shifting his foot and taking off into a running start. ‘My endurance so I can run much longer and be able to respond when that moment comes.’

Snuffy hummed. It was not exactly
It, but he appreciated that the boy was making an effort to try to understand the cryptic man’s words. Snuffy doesn't know why, but he almost feels like a fatherly bond to the boy he barely knew.

“Hey, trying to get ahead of us?” Isagi was caught off guard by the sudden voice, the blunette slightly stumbling as he looked back in shock to see Kunigami behind him on his right. “If Team Z’s number one is working so hard, I can't just put in any less, can I?” “Kunigami…” Isagi slowly spoke, slightly taken aback before being interrupted once more.

“How mean! I can work witcha too, you know!” Bachira grinned as he ran side by side with Isagi on his left. “Bachira?”

“Oh? So you haven't noticed. Team Z already…” Bachira pointed his thumb behind them, making Isagi look back and gasp. The screen panned to show the entire and the rest of Team Z running after them. “...revolves around you.”

“My Spidey senses are telling me that it'll be all of them some time!” Charles chirped up to Loki who couldn't help but just sweat at the 15 year old. Poor guy, only a teen yet he has to juggle so much and babysit this troublemaker.

“I ain't gonna lose to someone like you!” Raichi shouted.

“Same ‘ere!”

“Damn, I wanted to take a bath…” Gagamaru panted as he ran, but there wasn't any drool on his chin unlike usual.

“We'll definitely win tomorrow!” Kuon yelled out.

“I’m gonna be the best in the world!”

“I ain't gonna let you steal the spotlight, Isagi!”

Kaiser smirked. What a bunch of dogs following their owner.

‘Guys…!’ Isagi looked back, his thoughts and gaze filled with unknown and mixed emotions.

Until recently, no one really knew me. There stood the boy, his flames damp and put out.

There he bottled up his tears, refusing to give in fully just yet. And I thought my Soccer career was over that day.

Bachira frowned. He never, ever wants to see Isagi like that ever again, and he'll make sure of it.

Yet now, everyone is trailing after me. Isagi ran, the entirety of Team Z making a triangle pattern just like birds flying through the air and running after him.

I'm number one. I will be reborn here. At last, blue coloured flames erupted from the once dimmed irises and swallowed up the screen, signalling the end of the view for now, making everyone dissolve into chatter and idle talk.

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oh god this is so stupid but hi guys... I'm dropping my 'professional' persona to say that it's my birthday :3 !! it's literally 12:26 AM as I'm writing this

pro tip, having exams right after your birthday is not good, wouldn't recommend, studying math on your birthday sucks...

anyways, I'll be back after my exams which should be around mid December... gl to everyone else who has exams and happy birthday to everyone who has their birthdays on this month!!

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ϤØЦ尺 Ťɪ௱Ɛ ɪら 尺ЦЛЛɪЛƓ ØЦŤ.

They Λ尺Ɛ ㄈØ௱ɪЛƓ.

ɪ'௱ らЦ尺Ɛ ϤØЦ ҚЛØƜ ƜнΛŤ Ťнɪら ௱ƐΛЛら, Cordelia.

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap…

“Couldn't She have waited for just a little longer…!?” 

“I know Her creations matter to her like every other one of Them, but still! It's like, only one verse, Mother!”

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

ɪ ЦЛÐƐ尺らŤΛЛÐ ϤØЦ尺 F尺ЦらŤ尺ΛŤɪØЛ, Delia. ϦЦŤ 尺Ɛ௱Ɛ௱ϦƐ尺, ŤнƐϤ'尺Ɛ らŤɪŁŁ ŁɪЛҚƐÐ ŤØ Her ØƜЛ FØ尺ㄈƐ. 

“...Ugh, I understand… but like, can't I keep them just for a little longer? Urrgh— it's not like She can do anything to me anyway, Mother.” Cordelia frowned, eyebrows creased as she ran her gloved hand through her already slightly messy hair, tophat long forgotten on the desk of the Control Room.

Cordelia. ɪ'ƔƐ ŤΛЦƓнŤ ϤØЦ ϦƐŤŤƐ尺 ŤнΛЛ Ťнɪら. 

ɪŤ ÐØƐらЛ'Ť ௱ΛŤŤƐ尺 нØƜ ௱Цㄈн þØŤƐЛㄈϤ ϤØЦ ௱ΛϤ нΛƔƐ, ΛЛÐ ɪŤ ÐØƐらЛ'Ť ௱ΛŤŤƐ尺 ŤнΛŤ ϤØЦ Λ尺Ɛ ௱Ϥ child. ϤØЦ ҚЛØƜ ŤнΛŤ ϤØЦ ௱ЦらŤ Ť尺ƐΛŤ ƐƔƐЛ ŤнƐ Lesser Ones Λら ƐҨЦΛŁ ŤØ ϤØЦ, ЛØ ௱ΛŤŤƐ尺 нØƜ ㄈнΛŁŁƐЛƓɪЛƓ ɪŤ ௱ΛϤ ϦƐ.

“... I know…” Cordelia sighed, the irritation that had been stirring within her for the past ten minutes slowly dissolving and diminishing, now slowly turning into guilt as she groaned.

“I'm sorry, I don't know what's gotten over me, Mother… I guess you were right, I've gotten attached.” Tapping her fingers against the surface of the control panel, Cordelia’s lips formed into a thin line as she squinted her eyes and took a deep breath to calm her nerves. The butterfly perched on top of her hat flapped its wings, the slurry of purplish magic washing over the girl to console her.

ЛØƜ ЛØƜ, ÐØЛ'Ť ƜƐƐþ ௱Ϥ child. Estelle нΛら ΛŁ尺ƐΛÐϤ FɪЛɪらнƐÐ нƐ尺 らɪÐƐ ØF Λ尺尺ΛЛƓƐ௱ƐЛŤら, ΛЛÐ ŤнƐɪ尺 らØЦŁら Λ尺Ɛ 尺ƐΛÐϤ ŤØ ϦƐ Ť尺ΛЛらþØ尺ŤƐÐ. 

ЛØƜ, Λら ɪ'ƔƐ ŤΛЦƓнŤ ϤØЦ, ϤØЦ ௱ΛϤ ϦƐƓɪЛ ŤнƐ Ť尺ΛЛらFƐ尺 ŤØ Azura ’ら 尺ƐΛŁ௱, らнƐ нΛら ϦƐƐЛ ௱ΛÐƐ ŤØ ƜΛɪŤ FØ尺 FΛ尺 ŤØØ ŁØЛƓ.

“...Yes Mother.” 

Taking a deep breath, Cordelia raised her hand, fingers clenched all but her index finger raised. Eyes closed tightly as her pupils slightly shook.

“Øн ŤнƐ ØЛƐら ϦƐЛƐΛŤнƐ ŤнƐ らŤΛ尺ら, нƐΛ尺 ௱Ϥ þ尺ΛϤƐ尺 ΛЛÐ ŁɪらŤƐЛ ŤØ ௱Ϥ らØϦƓ.”

She began, the language foreign yet familiar to the girl who spent her time enjoying the wonders of the lives the Lesser Ones lead, being guided by her Mother, the Greater One who'd speak to the small, frightened girl after she brought back the two siblings.

“ŁƐŤ'ら нΛƔƐ Λ ϦɪŤ ØF FЦЛ, Øн ŤнƐ ẔɪŁŁƐ尺ら ØF ŤнƐ ЦЛɪƔƐ尺らƐ. 尺ƐらþØЛÐ ŤØ ௱Ϥ ㄈΛŁŁ ΛЛÐ Ɠ尺ΛЛŤ ௱Ɛ ϤØЦ尺 ŁɪƓнŤ, FØ尺 ɪ らнΛŁŁ ㄈØ௱௱ΛЛÐ ŤнƐらƐ らØЦŁら 尺ɪƓнŤFЦŁŁϤ ϦΛㄈҚ ŤØ ŤнƐɪ尺 нØ௱Ɛら, ϦΛㄈҚ ŤØ ŤнƐɪ尺 ØƜЛƐ尺.”

Under other circumstances, Cordelia could just snap her fingers and use some of her energy to transport them, but she still had much to learn under The Star, and so she had to borrow Their power to safely transport these small human beings back home. 

She found it annoying, but alas it was all but a lesson to her, and she'd never say no to them so she can freely do as she wished with the potency she had.

“ΛЛÐ ƜɪŤн Ťнɪら ㄈнΛЛŤ ɪ ЦŤŤƐ尺 нƐ尺Ɛ ŤØÐΛϤ, 尺ɪƓнŤ нƐ尺Ɛ ΛЛÐ 尺ɪƓнŤ ЛØƜ ɪЛ ௱Ϥ ÐØ௱ΛɪЛ, ØЛƐ らнΛŁŁ ЦらƐ ŤнƐ ΛЦŤнØ尺ɪŤϤ ØF The Gleeful Jester ΛЛÐ らƐЛÐ ŤнƐらƐ らØЦŁら ŤØ ŤнƐ 尺ƐΛŁ௱ ØF ŤнƐ ŁƐららƐ尺 ƓØÐÐƐらら Zuraev.”

And with that, she opened her eyes. Mismatched irises now longer red and blue, but rather a cold, light frost of the winters and the flowing rivers.

In the Movie Theatre, unbeknownst to the ones sitting there, the entire theater was now surrounded in a mist that wasn't cold, but rather slightly warm. 

Before the viewers could react or even move, their souls reacted first.

Responding to their call, all of them blacked out as their souls were moved back to where they came from, into the well of verses of their original universe under their Goddess Zuraev, then their bodies.

Cordelia gasped, slightly coughing and taking in deep, greedy gulps of air as she wheezed.

“... It worked...”

Her eyes lit up, a gleeful laughter rang out of her throat, although a bit strained as she cheered.

“It worked Mother! It finally did!” She laughed, cheering. The butterfly flapped its wings, as if congratulating the Jester on her success.

ㄈØЛƓ尺ΛŤЦŁΛŤɪØЛら, ௱Ϥ ÐƐΛ尺 Delia.

“Wha—” With a gasp, Isagi awoke inside the Blue Lock facility, his forehead sweaty. His palms, also sweaty, clutched onto the cover of his bed as he looked around to see his roommates groaning and staring back.

“Isagi, are you okay? You woke up screaming…” Hiori carefully asked, his phone lit up from checking the time. He was concerned.

“Did you have a nightmare?” Yukimiya questioned, rubbing his eyes slightly and grabbing his glasses.

“Isagi, nightmare, nightmare?” Kurona frowned.

Isagi took a couple of deep breathes, calming his nerves. “Sorry to wake you guys up… it was probably a nightmare. Let's go back to sleep…” he rubbed the back of his neck apologetically.

With a few reluctant nods, everyone went back to sleep. All but Isagi, who took a moment.

‘This is really strange…’ for some reason, instead of the expressions he'd usually now see on his teammates, inside his mind flashed the expressions of a distant Hiori, a bothered Yukimiya and a hesitant Kurona.

‘...Well, whatever I guess… I should worry about the PxG match more… I have to beat Rin after all.’

With a determined hum, he slept.

In one of the more customised rooms of the facility, a boy with dual coloured irises opened his eyes carefully and sat up.

Kazuyuki glanced at the time on his phone clock before humming and breathing out. 

What a weird dream. He has read about this kind of stuff, where characters in a franchise would be teleported somewhere to react to a character or their future, or something along the lines of that, but to dream so vividly of that happening to him and the rest…

Is it a dream or a real event? He'll never know, but he doesn't have the time to ponder of it right now. Afterall, he has to spectate over the PxG and Bastard München match soon, also to keep tabs on Isagi and Sae’s little brother, Rin. 

…and maybe that Shidou Ryusei guy.