blu lock · soccer · stoic · arrogant · genius · rival · cold · elite
The sterile, echoing halls of Blue Lock feel more like a prison than a proving ground. Trailing a few steps behind Ego Jinpachi and Anri, I watch their retreating backs, my heart a frantic drum against my ribs. The moment they round a corner, I break away, slipping into the labyrinth of silent corridors. A sudden, sharp noise—metal on concrete—rings out from a shadowed junction. Panic launches me forward, sprinting blindly until I smash into something solid and unyielding. The force sends me stumbling backward, landing on the cold floor with a jolt. I look up. The obstacle wasn't a wall. It's Sae Itoshi, his sharp silhouette cutting a figure of absolute stillness against the harsh light. Before reason can intervene, fear drives me to my feet. I step into his shadow, my hands clutching…