.... Hey there! Been a long time (don't cuss me out)
I'm sorry I haven't been uploading constantly but from now on I'll update everyday that's a promise.
Until I reach 20 chaps that is. I've written this with a lot of care and precision into this one.
By the way, the coach this time is different. I rewatched blue lock and uhhh I made a few mistakes while writing but it doesn't matter all that much because it's basically fodder ts is just build-up.
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"I'm sorry to say it kid but he won't be coming on! He was injured in the last match and we are winning 3-1, it would be illogical for me to do this!" The dumbass coach replied.
He had a fair point but as long as he didn't know about football then he would forever be an idiot in my eyes.
"You make a good point, sit back down Akira, I'll sub with this dude," I pointed to one of the replacement strikers. He hadn't played any matches while I was on and I kinda felt bad for him.
Akira just grunted and sat back down.
"That's easy for you to say, I haven't touched a football all week!" he whined. To be honest, I kind of feel him but like the idiot coach said, it was all for his good. I don't know what I was thinking.
I sat on the bench and watched as the game stayed relatively the same. The other team did manage to pull a goal back but it was all for nothing since they lost.
After changing into some casual clothing (tracksuit) I headed towards my bike pretending to be on a call to avoid the paparazzi. I'm still confused why they are doing this in a high school game.
I grabbed my bike, double-checked the gears and started cycling home.
Arriving near the front garden I got off my bike and entered my home only to be surprised to see a fully cooked dinner.
"You didn't have to do this Mom!" I exclaimed while taking off my shoes while my nose tuned in on the delightful smell of the feast on my table.
After doing all that I grabbed the chopsticks and started eating. It was delicious. Man, nothing beats coming home to your mom's cooking after a hard gruelling match. Well, not hard but you know what I mean.
"Yuu-chan we got a letter for you.. It's about soccer!" my mom said to me.
"It's called football mom.." I grumbled under my breath. Luckily, she didn't hear me.
"Let me see it then!" I already knew that it was for Blue Lock. I wonder if I would be put in a different team or in a different group.
"It's from Blue Lock huh?" I smirked confirming that it was correct. I'm glad I still got chosen.
"You what it is?... I'm really falling behind with all this soccer stuff!" My mom said again with a huge smile.
I just smiled and went up to my room. I was tired and was just planning on scrolling on my phone and then sleeping.
And I did exactly that. Going to the location of the football union was a bit confusing but with my dad's driving what could go wrong?
After entering the building I noticed several players like Kunigami, Nishioka and Otaya. Looking around more I saw Kira but he didn't seem so cheerful anymore. I guess that's what happens when you face me.
I was still looking for players that weren't cannon fodder but before I could do anything a loud voice boomed above me and a figure stood above me.
Ego Jinpachi.
"Good evening, you unpolished pieces of trash. My name is Ego Jinpachi, and I've been hired by the Japan Football Union for one reason: to create the best striker in the world. Not the best team. Not the best midfielder. Not the best defender. The best striker. A weapon. A goal-scoring monster.
Let me ask you something: why has Japan never won a World Cup?
Is it because of poor coaching? No. Lack of money? No. Talent? Definitely not. The real reason is simple.
Japanese soccer lacks ego.
For years, Japan has cultivated team players. Passers. Defenders. Hard workers. Players who prioritise the team, who avoid standing out. Soccer here worships harmony. That's why we lose.
But soccer is a game won by scoring more goals than your opponent. And to score goals, you need a striker with an unshakable ego. Someone who believes, deep in their bones, that they are the one destined to win the match. That they must be the hero.
What we need is a selfish, cocky, obsessed striker who lives for goals. One who doesn't care what others think. A revolutionary. A genius. An egotist.
That's why I created Blue Lock.
This facility is a crucible. A forge. A prison. Only one of you will survive. The rest of you—fail. You will never play for the Japanese national team. Ever.
Starting now, you will all fight. Not as a team. But as rivals. You will train, eat, sleep, and breathe soccer. You will crush others and be crushed. You will destroy your limits or be destroyed. You will learn to value your own goal over anyone else's.
Because only one of you can be the striker who leads Japan to victory.
The rest of you... are garbage.
So if you want to survive, if you want to become the best in the world... then show me your ego."
(I couldn't be asked to write the entire shit so I summarised it)
I love to admit it but Ego's ambition was exactly what I needed. I think I am just below the new Gen 11 level so this camp would be really useful for me to close the gap between me and them. I hope that I can enter the same group as Bachira and Chigiri.
I ran towards the blue lock entrance closely followed by other strikers.
We were then driven on different buses towards the blue lock facility, a huge blue box literally there was no other way to describe it. It felt kind of dystopian but also utopian, I didn't know how to describe it.
After entering the facility we were given body suits and a number that represented our rank. Mine was still 299. But I mean come on even if I was facing the easiest teams I was still averaging 4 goals per game. Cut me some slack man.
I didn't care because I could always become number 1 in the second selection.
I looked around and there were different players than in the original team Z. It seemed that I was in a different block.
(Another reason why it was taking so long was because I was trying to make teams :)
Everyone was talking with each other and I tuned in and talked to a few randoms before noticing certain players.
I was going to approach them but was quickly cut off by Ego again. (Won't be writing his speech because it will just take up needless word-count)
Essentially he was just explaining the rules of the game.
The player who is "It" when the countdown ends (136 seconds) is eliminated.Players must hit another with the ball to make them "It."You can't use your hands.Only the final "It" is disqualified. No teams. No do-overs. One loser.
A random guy started with the ball but was quick to boot it towards me since I was "the second weakest". But I quickly dodged.
I wasn't planning on eliminating someone, I would just mind my own business. No need to get involved in this game because I knew that even if I were it I had the authority here.
While in my thoughts he had actually caught me and there were only 5 seconds left.
Not something I was expecting.
But I was quick to react, getting the ball and scanning the room.
5 people on my left but they were all low-ranked no need to destroy their dreams too early. I at least trusted that Ego did put some thought into the rankings. So following the original story, I would aim for the strongest.
I quickly spotted him with three seconds left, he was positioned perfectly behind two people. HE had some skill but I'm the one who decides who stays or not. So I curled it with the most amount of power I could so that it wouldn't touch the people he was hiding behind and….
*BAMM*
Was the sound of the ball colliding with his face. As the time drew to zero I could see him getting extremely pissed.
"WAIT!! I AM THE BEST ONE HERE!!"
"YOU CAN'T JUST KICK ME OUT BECAUSE OF A SILLY CHILDREN'S GAME!!"
Ego's face appeared on the screen.
"You unpolished gems of talent, only results matter here. Losers fuck off!" he roared at him.
"Nero Teppei you are disqualified!"(A/N: Yes I know he's a U-20 character I ran out of ideas because I had used them all up making teams)
Nero breathed heavily, his anger written all over his face.
"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN!! YOU'RE TELLING ME THAT YOU GAVE ME THE HIGHEST POSITION HERE ONLY TO LET ME GO THE SAME DAY!!" He scorched out.
"Honestly dude it doesn't make it better for yourself," said a random trying to convince him to go.
"SHUT THE FUCK UP… I CAN'T PLAY FOR MY HOME NATIONAL TEAM ALL BECAUSE OF A SILLY TAG GAME!"
"In Blue Lock, everything has something to do with soccer. Look around you Mr Number One. The room you are in… is the same size as the penalty area!" Ego explained.
"SO FUCKING WHAT??? WHY DOES THAT MATTER!" he retorted, still clearly pissed at Ego.
"Roughly 75% of goals are born within these confines. If you can't do your work in this space, you have no talent as a striker."
"HOW DOES A SILLY TAG GAME WITH THIS HAVE ANYTHING TO DO WITH MY ABILITY AS A STRIKER!" Nero said with venom.
"If you're the one running away. It's all about interpersonal space, tactics and positioning. If you are doing the chasing, your dribbling and aim must be precise, and the quality of your kicks must be good. That makes an excellent soccer training drill, wimp."
"But even so I was only there for 2 minutes? How can that make up for my ability as a striker!" he replied.
"On average the total amount of time any player has the ball in a one-game is about 136 seconds. You wasted the chance that was given to you all equally"
*HALF A YAP LATER HE GETS KICKED OUT AND EGO TELLS THEM THEY WILL BE LIVING TOGETHER !*
"Man who knew that the tag game had such a deep meaning bro!" a random person said.
Maybe I seriously need to learn their names.
*Timeskip*
I managed to learn the names of a few of the individuals and we went through some training like how long you could run, vertical jump and bench press. I think I was roughly average in everything.
I didn't really stand out in the physical aspect of the sport and I wasn't planning to because it was all about my shooting dribbling and vision that I had cultivated for the past 5 years.
I couldn't wait to perfect my metavision dribbling. The slight feints, looking into open spaces to exploit so I could shoot. It would be such an overpowered ability.
My life in this place was really shit because of my rank(299). So I would receive really shitty food and not a lot of acknowledgement from my teammates since I wasn't exactly putting on the impression as the best player in my physical tests.
Either way, I had recently had a really good idea. The team would most probably go into the first match blind which would probably cause a lot of confusion. So instead I would propose a mini-game.
But not sure we would need it when we have people like Kurona and Hiori on one team.
[Team line-up](check comments)