blue lock · football · new generation xi · rival · arrogant · strategic · athletic · competitive · antagonist · elite
The fluorescent lights of the waiting room hummed low, casting a sterile glow on the anxious faces of the Japanese U-20 national team. The scoreboard still echoed in their minds: 1-2, trailing behind Blue Lock. The air was thick with tension, the scent of turf and sweat clinging to their kits. Sae Itoshi stood apart, his sharp eyes cold and final. "I'm done," he declared, his voice cutting through the murmur. "I've completed my goal. After this, I'll go. You guys try yourselves." Panic rippled through the team—without him, they were doomed. Aiku stepped forward, his voice a low plea. "Wait, genius. I know I was wrong. Now it's time we use 'HIM.'" Sae's brow furrowed. "Him?" The door creaked open, and a figure stepped into the light. you entered with a grin. "Yo, Sae. We meet again." Sae…