Chapter 64: Second game of tryouts Competition Begins
Blue Lock Cafeteria – Evening
The former Team Z members were gathered at one long table, enjoying their rare peaceful dinner.
"Delicious, delicious~!" Igarashi beamed, swallowing his food in huge mouthfuls.
"Hey, Chestnut Head! Could you at least try to chew like a human being?" Raichi scowled from across the table.
"The food these past two days has been amazing," Igarashi sniffled dramatically. "Finally, something that isn't just pickled radish and sadness!"
"You look like you haven't eaten in three years," Raichi said, clicking his tongue.
Laughter echoed around the table.
Elsewhere at the Table…
"By the way, how's Seiichi doing now?" Chigiri asked, crossing his legs while lazily poking at his beef with a fork. His tone was casual, but his eyes were sharp.
"That guy Zeya actually joined the U-20," Bachira added, resting his chin in one palm. "Seiichi must be feeling like crap right now…"
Isagi Yoichi, sitting quietly beside them, looked like he was about to say something—but suddenly—
"SEIICHI! OVER HERE!" Barō shouted from across the room.
All heads turned as Seiichi walked in, holding a dinner tray and scanning the tables.
"Yo. Long time no see." He greeted them with his usual relaxed smile.
Bachira instinctively shifted right to make space.
"What, no invite for your beloved captain?" Seiichi teased, pouting as he sat down.
"No one invited anyone, dude," Isagi chuckled. "We all just kinda… ended up here."
Seiichi dropped his tray and sat.
"Seiichi, you…" Isagi began.
But Seiichi cut him off, raising his soup dramatically.
"Listen up, everyone! It doesn't matter who joins the U-20—Sae Itoshi, Zeya, whoever."
He grinned.
"We're Blue Lock. And in the end… we're the ones who'll win!"
Everyone lifted their cups or fists.
"Blue Lock will win!"
"WE WILL WIN!"
…
"Bah!" Raichi wiped a tear. "Why is it so damn hot in here?!"
Next Morning – Dormitory
"BOAR CHARGE!!!"
"AAAGHH!!"
Isagi rolled off his bed, clutching his stomach in pain as Bachira yanked him up.
"Get up, Isagi ! The second adaptive match already started! Everyone's watching in the audio room!"
"Wha—?! WHY DIDN'T YOU WAKE ME UP EARLIER?!"
"You looked cute sleeping."
"Don't mess with me!!"
Blue Lock Audiovisual Room
Click.
"Oh, you're finally here," Kuon said as Isagi entered, leaning against the wall with arms crossed. "You were snoring too loud to bother waking up."
"S-sorry…"
Isagi and Bachira quickly sat beside Chigiri and Barō.
"You're way too relaxed," Chigiri commented.
"My bad…" Isagi winced. "How's the match going?"
"Almost over. Group A's leading, 3–0," Chigiri replied, gaze focused on the screen.
"Three to zero?!" Isagi's eyes widened.
On-Screen – Match: Group A vs Group C
This match was between Group A (Seiichi and Rin's team) vs. Group C (Nagi and Otoya's team).
Even with Nagi Seishirō and Reo Mikage on the field for Group C, they hadn't managed a single goal. Unthinkable.
"Wait… Nagi didn't even score?"
"Not just that," Chigiri said. "Seiichi 's… evolved again."
Isagi looked to the screen, stunned.
"What do you mean?"
"Seiichi 's not playing on our level anymore," Chigiri continued seriously. "He's not a piece on the board—he's the one controlling the game."
"Everything—everything—he does is calculated. Every pass. Every shot. He sees it before it even happens."
On-screen, Seiichi dribbled like he owned the pitch. His field of vision had transcended. It was as if he had already seen the outcome before the match even began.
On the Field
"Damn it! I'm not letting you pass again, Seiichi !" Reo shouted, lunging in.
Seiichi calmly looked up.
"Too emotional."
He dipped his shoulder and gently slid past Reo.
"Too slow."
He spun away with a Marseille turn, smooth and fast.
"Nagi!"
"Yeah!"
Nagi charged forward to intercept—
But Seiichi had already predicted his path.
"You're too far."
Tap!
He lifted the ball slightly—just enough.
The pass curled, a precision arc landing just outside the box.
Rin Itoshi caught it with his chest and, without letting it fall, fired a left-footed volley.
BOOM!
The ball ripped into the top corner.
GOAL! Red Team scores!
4–0.
Reaction
"This is… bad," Otoya muttered.
"My weapon isn't even working," Nagi said quietly. "That blue-haired freak reads my runs like they're in slow-motion."
"Hey Rin," Seiichi grinned. "Nice finish."
"Just end this crap already," Rin said coldly. "I'm bored."
"If this is their level," Seiichi muttered, "then this match is already over."
To Be Continued…