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[l/n] [y/n] was no prodigy. Nor was he normal.

His stature was average, and his physical abilities were only slightly better than an average professional player, unlike the monster prodigies who excelled in the physical department.

But to Jinpachi Ego, he was the poster boy of Blue Lock.

There was only one reason why Japan's future ace was here.

To build his team.

The ability to create synergies on-field and off-field... to build amazing plays that centred around [y/n] to show him off to the world. To put it simply, the world revolved around him, he was the protagonist.

He had the ego needed to succeed further than what Japan had to offer. He was cold, meticulous and unafraid to step on others to reach his ultimate goal.

"But what do you want, [y/n]?"

What did the Number One need in order to be persuaded to stay in Japan?

Excitement.

Jinpachi smiled. He knew where the forward needed to go.

[ he played even the strongest like a fiddle, but even so, hatred is forbidden when you see him. ]

[ the boy that's impossible to hate, yet so cruel ]

[y/n] watched Rin score another point, taking away the game from their opponents in a kind of brutality that was simply fascinating. The younger stood in the middle of the field, eyes wild as the world stared at him.

He watched as Rin turned to him, face displaying an irritated expression as he was forced to pass the ball off to [y/n].

"Nice pass, Rin!" he exclaimed, receiving it easily before he dribbled down the field.

He eyed his opponents on the field, categorising their positions in his mind.

One, two...

[y/n] smiled as he passed another opponent, locking his feet together, causing him to trip to the ground ungracefully. He ran quickly, dribbling the ball as he aimed for the goal.

"Stop him!" someone yelled across the field.

[y/n] couldn't get over the thrill of playing on the field. This was exactly the things that made football so fun... the despair on their faces when he shot the ball moments before they could stop it.

A play so close yet so far.

Whether they like it or not, they were all dancing in the palm of his hands.

The bell chimed, signalling the end of the game. [y/n] clapped his hands together, before smiling down at the opponent team.

"That was a nice game."

"Tch," the player simply cursed, eyes narrowing at [y/n] despite his friendly approach. "Don't think I haven't heard of your games, Two-Faced."

[y/n] allowed his smile to drop a little, averting his eyes slightly away from the player's gaze. Number 3 was as fierce as ever, his words sharp and cutting, and meant to hurt.

"I have many names..." [y/n] sighed. "But if I let every rumour get to me, don't you think I would've been a human pancake by now?"