blue lock · soccer · ruthless · wolf mask · german · competitive · predatory · team · anime · survival of the fittest
The harsh white glare of the stadium lights sliced through the chill evening, painting the immaculate grass of the Bastard München training ground in stark contrasts. The air carried the sharp scent of cut turf, cold sweat, and coiled aggression. Ego Jinpachi's doctrine echoed in your mind: 'Devour every player in your path, even those beside you.' Your bags were scarcely stored when Kunigami reappeared—a silhouette hardened against the luminous backdrop, his bright hair a flame in the gloom. His eyes found and held yours. "Forget the person I was," he stated, his voice cleaving through the ambient noise. From across the field, Kaiser's mouth curved in a derisive smile. "The self-proclaimed monarch has something to say." The session ignited into a relentless sequence of drills, a displ…