ORPHIC • blue lock UNDER CONSTRUCTION

三 ：CALM DOWN

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RAISING CURTAINS....

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If you were to describe your current mental state right now, it would be immense boredom and pain.

The attack from that man left you hurt and goddamnit why couldn't have Anri snuck in some medical supplies?

"For the first selection, all five of you in Wing 5 will have a round robin tournament for all five teams."

Why did Anri have to give you so much money for this job? Why couldn't she had just put you inside the walls instead of actually having to deal with and socialize with immature teen boys? Your wounds hurt like a bitch, and you swear you're seeing stars. The dizziness of the blood loss and the massive headache you have gained did not help your increasing want to maim her.

"After the final match, only the top two teams come out unscathed."

So this is like a fight to the death? You could only silently laugh at your fate as you bury your head in your hands. Your headache pounds against your head like a hammer as you can only groan silently into your hands.

"It's a survival match."

You could do that easily if it weren't for the fact you were dying right now.

"So everybody in Team Z.." a familiar voice says. Red hair. Red hair?

You whip your head towards the sound in a hurried sense. Hoping to see something- anything. It's not her.

Chigiri Hyoma. He was one of the ones at the top besides a Yukimiya in the Risk of injury section, right?

Why did you react to his voice? Are you really so nervous?

Shit.

"Is a team?" He says, pointing at Ego, "Even though we are all forwards?"

"That just means we all have to play different positions!" Another shouts out. Naruhaya, you think you recognize from the shouts.

God, your head hurts like a motherfucker.

"You can be goalie!" He says, pointing at a bearded man who clearly looks to be 18 going on 30, "Knock it off.."

Was it Okuhito Iemon? Your memories are foggy. Ugh! Goddamnit!! Focus!!

Suddenly, the group erupts into chaos within a few moments as they argue over the forward position. What is happening?

Your nausea kicks in full blasts as you use all your willpower to not fall to the floor now. Your head hanging low to the ground as you stumble to the wall and grasp for it, like it's your last lifeline.

"Listen. Football is a sport about mainly scoring points." Here he goes again..

You heave in and out, barely retaining consciousness. The sides of your mind and sight are blacking out, you think you see stars. Ugh.. You head pounds as your arm and torso flare in searing pain. It felt as though you were being burned alive at the stake, fully alive and aware but unable to move.