𝙂𝙊𝘼𝙇𝙎 | blue lock

𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗳𝗶𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗲𝗻

"I'm going to choose, and there will be no objections."

Confirmed- the fucking emo king does not enjoy compromises!

Considering the fact the game was over, per the rules, you had to choose someone from Team White to join you guys on Team Red. Bachira was about to offer his input on someone to select, before Rin declared it would be his decision. Talk about a team player.

He walked in front of Isagi, who was crouched on the ground in defeat, "Come, Isagi Yoichi. You can have a front row seat to my ascension to the world's number one," he beckoned him. Dramatic as hell.

Bachira cheered silently from beside you, must have worked out the way he wanted it to. Isagi stood up straight and followed the rest of you through the exit. This was definitely the shittiest part of the second selection. Seeing teams be built, just for them to be picked apart.

As you all walked down the narrow corridor, Tokimitsu turned to the team's new addition, "G...good to have you, Isagi!" he stuttered out over his shoulder. "It's so cool you got picked by Rin!" Not really. "I was gonna pick you too!"

"Ah, yeah, thanks," Isagi smiled politely.

Second Selection's gotta get another .5 stars deducted for this part as well. Trying to make conversation after ripping someone away from the team they were attached to? Yikes.

Or not. Bachira and Isagi delved into pretty easy conversation, while your attention was more focused on Rin's back. You straightened your pointer finger, aiming it forward him, before poking him swiftly and retracting it back to you. You waited a solid two seconds for a reaction. 

Nothing.

So you tried again. And again. And again. And ag-

"Stop that before I rip your fucking skin off with my teeth."

"Lame."

Isagi spoke up before Rin could respond again, "Oi, Rin," he called out.

Rin stopped walking to face him, "...Ah?"

"Why...Why was it in our match, that I lost? What was I missing?"

Rin turned back around to continue walking in the door, "Hah. It was so obvious even a monkey could tell. It was 'luck.'"

Isagi looked like he was going to yell something back, but by that time you were all already through the door. Standing in yet another room with freakishly tall walls, Ego's face was displayed on the screens attached to each of them. "What is 'luck'..." he started, "As a reward for clearing the stage, I'll teach you the mechanism of luck."

Fuuuuuck. Not another goddamn lecture.

It was in fact another goddamn lecture. And now you were stuck in a small room with four guys listening to some maniac spew bullshit about lottery tickets or something. Not that you were paying attention.

You'd been zoned out for a while, and this fool was still going. How did he always find more stuff to go on about? A talent, really.

Rin and Isagi started to have some dispute about beating each other, you were staring at the wall. Which was blank, by the way.

Ego seemed to be bringing his rant to a close, "Now then, with that, your second selection is over. In twenty four hours, you'll enter a training camp with several world-class players."

"This is bad, real bad, y'know!" Tokimitsu shouted from his seat on his bed.

He'd listed off the player's you guys would be against tomorrow, and you were pretty sure you'd seen them at some stupid football conference before. Tokimitsu was pissing his pants about the fact that these were the best strikers in the world. Not to mention the fact this guy knew way to much football trivia off the top of his head. It was a little scary.