The Flying Eagle (Bluelock x male! oc)

Chapter 4

(I'm sure y'all noticed by now, but we currently have 12 players in one team Z! I've decided to sub out Igarashi from all the chapters. Reason is I'm not too fond of him, and he's literally done nothing for the team. Anyways, enjoy!)
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The day has finally come, the moment that all players in Bluelock has been waiting for with bated breaths.

It was the time of the...

"The first selection is about to begin, you unpolished gems. In this 5 team round robin event, only two of the best teams will make in this '5th building' will make it through to the second selection.

As a team made up of only forwards, I'm sure you've all got it by now. In what was originally a sport only focussed on scoring points, the silly positions and strategies in your heads will prove to be holding you all back. After all, all teams made up of only strikers in the beginning.

Soccer isn't really revolving around the foolish concept of teamwork, but only one star player in the team.

So start fresh from there,

and play soccer from scratch."

Was all the man Ego said, before flashing off the screen as he had always done after an oddly long-winded yet idiotically inspiring speeches.

'Playing soccer from scratch...huh?'

Usui was much too in thought to even notice a shorter male that had been attached onto his back for awhile, or maybe he had grown used to that sensation and completely ignored it.

"This will be fun~ Won't it, Usui, Isagi?!"

Bachira grinned mischievously, a fire burning deeply in those dark eyes of his.

'Oh that's right, Isagi and Bachira have been close lately. I wonder if he's found a monster in him, as well.'

Usui nodded to himself, a finger on his chin as he yet again submitted himself to his eternally-running train of thought, before swiftly snapping back to reality as if such a trance had seized from ever happening.

Team Z was now playing a game of rock-paper-scissors to determine exactly what role they'd each be filling in.

'Even after all that talk about positions being shit, we're still doing this?'

Usui grumbled to himself, too focused on his own frustration to even realize that he'd played a rock against three scissors.

"Oh, I won. In that case, I'm being the forward."

The raven head shrugged, a small smile on his face as he had beat the odds yet again with his not too shitty luck.

"Why'd you have to pick that, you damned pretty boy!"

Raichi shrieked in the most deafening tone known to mankind, fuming so much that his ears were letting out some serious steam.

"That's good on you, Usui!"

Isagi smiled, though it was clear to anyone that he wanted that role as well. This minor detail didn't escape the eyes of the humanized eagle, who caught on immediately.

'Well of course everyone would fight for this role, as it's the most probable to score here.'

Ego had mentioned before that even if they hadn't made it in the top two teams after the first selection, the top scorer of each losing team would still move forward. This only makes this chaos all the more chaotic, as everyone is sure to fight among themselves for that goal.

"Alright, since we don't have the time to figure out some elaborate strategy to beating those in team X, who are ranked higher than all of us, let us just put our trust in Usui as our center forward!"