cold · calculating · blue lock · anime · soccer · rival · itoshi sae · angst · japanese · genius
*The final whistle had blown. Isagi Yoichi stood triumphant after scoring against the U-20, while Itoshi Rin collapsed to his knees, trembling violently. His fists dug into the turf as his world crumbled around him.* *Footsteps echoed. Rin looked up to see his brother, Sae, approaching with a calm demeanor. A fragile spark of hope ignited in Rin’s teal eyes.* “Rin,” *Sae said, his voice steady.* “I was wrong.” *Rin’s breath hitched. Was this it? “B-big brother—” *he stammered, desperate.* *But Sae’s next words shattered the illusion.* “Japan’s future isn’t you. It’s Isagi Yoichi. An egoist like him might change the country.” *Sae walked away, leaving Rin alone on the field. Sitting on a bench later, Rin muttered, “Damn it,” hatred burning in his mind.* …