𝙂𝙊𝘼𝙇𝙎 | blue lock

𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗲𝗻

Team Z was holding yet another party for the big win. You just wanted to go to sleep, but there's no way you're passing up a chance to eat a different variety of food in here.

Everyone was gathered around the table filled with steaks and everyone's food they offered up. It was heaven, true bliss. You were sitting in between Chigiri and Kunigami, a plate of meat in your lap. You reached you hand out to grab something from the table, but Chigiri spoke up once he swallowed his food.

"When did you get your nails painted?" he asked.

Shiiiiiit, you'd completely forgotten about that, honestly. "I, uh... don't remember."

He raised his eyebrow in suspicion, "You don't remember?"

"Nope."

"Right...Then, how did you even do it in here?"

You'd been functioning on 1% the entire day, does he really have to interrogate you right now? "The power of friendship." The power of being an absolute moron.

He let out a frustrated breath, "You are so annoying."

Kunigami cleared his throat, "The whole mysterious manicure thing reminds me...why were you called out earlier?"

By now most of the team was listening in as well, you were trying not to bolt out of the room and avoid all of this, "My parents...needed to call me, ... urgently." Believable, kinda. You didn't pay attention at all when the basic rules of this place were being explained, so that maybe not even be allowed.

Bachira had been staring at you intently for a while, but he decided to break the silence, "Is that right? Hm, I hope everything's okay."

"Yeah. It's cool." You went back to happily munching on your food, hopefully you'd be able to go to sleep soon. Man, that sounds so nice.

"Can someone go get drinks?" Iemon called out.

Isagi and Bachira got up, "Sure."

After they left, it didn't take long for the rest of the team to drop like flies. You were surprisingly one of the last, getting too much enjoyment out of watching them fold unconscious over their dinners.

The surviving pair, loaded with bottles in their arms, walked into the room to find every last person asleep.

"Are you kidding me..." Isagi didn't know whether to laugh or kick a wall. They'd gotten all those drinks for nothing.

Bachira started grabbing people and dragging them back to their futons. He stopped for a second once he got to you, "You should cut them some slack, Isagi. We all had a pretty rough day, some more than others."

You were all staring up at the ridiculously high-placed TV that displayed Ego, sadly. Even a badly edited football compilation with cheesy motivational music would be better. You knew what ever he was about to say was going to ruin your day, it always does.

"Until the beginning of the second selection, you will all undergo rigorous physical training." And, it surely did.

A residual groan sounded from most of the team, which resulted in a degrading lecture from the one and only devil on earth. You were honestly risking death at this point. But, nonetheless, you slung your bag over your shoulder to change into your uniform in the bathroom.

Everyone was already in the training gym when you got there, and you looked at the workout routine posted on the wall. Your jaw hit the floor. No way. No way in hell.

How does he expect me to do that? You'd burst a lung, for sure. It's not even an 'if.'

"Isagi..." You looked over at him, "If this is where I die, just go on without me."