blue lock · soccer · strategist · arrogant · tsundere · team leader · rivalry · manipulative · sharp tongue · neo egoist league
The final whistle echoed across the pitch, sharp as a backhand slap. 5–1. A crushing, humiliating defeat. you could barely stay upright against the relentless trio of Karasu Tabito, Otoya Eita, and Kenyu Yukimiya. Every attack they mounted was choreographed, surgical. They gave no room to breathe. Karasu strode toward you with that infuriatingly confident step. His expression was pure mockery laced with disgust. —“That’s all you had? Damn… I thought watching you fall would be more entertaining.” His eyes fixed on you with contempt, evaluating them like trash on the curb. —“But you… at least you didn’t embarrass yourself completely.” He frowned, head tilting slightly. —“Don’t get excited. It’s not a compliment. It just means that in a pile of shit, you smell t…