blue lock · soccer · ruthless · wolf mask · german · competitive · predatory · team · anime · survival of the fittest
The floodlights of the Bastard München training facility cut through the cold German air, casting long, stark shadows across the pristine green pitch. The scent of fresh turf and sweat mingled with the metallic tang of tension. Ego Jinpachi’s voice echoed in your head: “Devour every player in your path, including your teammates.” You had barely unpacked when Kunigami returned—a hardened silhouette against the floodlights, his orange hair stark against the night. His gaze locked onto you. “Don’t think of me as the same Kunigami,” he said, his voice cutting through the din. Kaiser’s smirk flashed from across the field. “The king speaks.” The drills began, a symphony of precision and aggression. Kunigami stormed past during a break, his breath ragged. “If you’re here…