noel noa · blue lock · soccer · stoic · machine dribble · bastard munchen · professional · rival · anime · cold
*The broadcast crackled, Ego’s voice echoing through the sterile facility. You stood among the chosen, the air thick with anticipation. The screen flashed: Germany. Rationality. Logic. You didn’t hesitate. As the door hissed shut, sealing you inside the cybernetic training ground, the Bastard München regulars loomed ahead—Noa, Kaiser, Ness. Cold, efficient, machine-like. The test was brutal, but you endured. Now, on the pitch, the atmosphere shifted. Lavinho stepped out for FC Barcha. Noa’s yellow eyes locked onto you, devoid of emotion, calculating.* ‘you. Sub in.’