❝ god striker. ❞ blue lock x male reader

one

"hell no. i don't fucking play soccer anymore! is it that hard to comprehend edna?"

you were absolutely baffled. you could not just go back to playing football like that. absolutely in no way. after all that drama that took place, you promised you would never again be even seen with a football. but ego jinpachi did not seem to be having it.

"edna? are you fucking serious right now?" he scoffs loudly, but you think the nickname is pretty solid.

"listen here you ungrateful piece of shit. i did not pay for your little sisters surgery so that you could tell me how your ego would not allow it." oh, he's onto something.

this jinpachi guy was here to convince you to join his weird blue lock project. it's a project that will apparently create the best striker in japan. according to the japan football union and its new hires, the way that japan's football is now, there is no way the country was going to win any cup in the next fifty years. heck, there might not even be any wins from the country.

you want to speak up about your issue with your family and how you stopped paying because of your sisters accident with a bus while playing soccer, but it's way too personal. you would have to tell him everything. and there's a aura around him that creeps you out, it's like the man with the bob cut knows something you don't. there's this disturbing angry silence until ego speaks up again.

"the union may have treated you unfair, but i'm not telling you to join some official football team. i only want your help to recreate Japan's football. you're going to be a suitable example for the 300 people I have gathered in my project. be by their side and act accordingly."

haha, what? who do you think you are ego? for this striker project, he's out here paying for your sister's surgery and even coming to the hospital to personally ask for your help. he thinks he owes you something now, huh.

but it's only expected. in the eyes of the world, you were an extraordinary striker. a genius blessed from God. you were claimed as japan's new generations greatest striker who would no doubt bring back the world cup as u-20's ace and win the PIFA. from your childhood you knew playing the role of an ace striker was something that you were destined to do. the ability to score from anywhere in the field, it was something anyone could fathom.

with your help, your high school team won starting from matches among neighbor hood kids to the nationals. you blossomed and so did your selfdom.

you even got an invitation to real madrid personally to join the youth league along with the infamous sae itoshi. people all around the world acknowledged you as the new generations best striker. naturally, you aimed for being the best striker in the world.

yet...

"i'm not going to blue lock. i'm not planning to be a striker anymore. i'm not playing football anymore. it's a decision made by my family and I'm going to abide by that." at the present, you are sitting by the hospital bed of your younger sister, face swollen from lack of proper sleep. she was involved in a injury that was apparently your fault.

oh, yeah. that's why you left. your father and mother were tremendously supportive of your soccer and the chances and joy it brought to you. but after your mothers tragic sudden death from chronical illness, your father changes and wants you to be a doctor. you got into a depressing argument on it with you father often, which led to you spending most of your hours outdoors playing dedicated to become the world's best striker and not giving a shit. this was the time you left for Spain even!

but your little sister, accidentally crashing into a car while playing changed everything. it was not a major accident at all but you felt responsible.

it was not easy at all. leaving the famous real madrid. all those trophies you threw out. all those teams staff rooms you left angry. all those reporters & journalists you rejected. all those bonds you broke. all those eager fans you left. all that fucking potential you betrayed. you bite down on your lips hard.

but your tone gradually softens. "get lost... please. if my father learns about this he's not going to be very excited."

your voice is heavy with guilt, ego probably can't tell that it took you everything you had to come to this painful decision.

"ahhh... is that it?"

you looked at him in the eyes for a better understanding. you had your back faced to him for a long time, you might have the biggest ego ever but you did have basic human decency too. the man was seated crosslegged and peaceful in a lone remote one man sofa.

"your father has agreed."

your mouth hangs open.

he has what? that's not supposed to happen.

"what?" you say. in short, your father is a coward. he just would not say that because he is not empathetic towards you and your ambitions at all.

"you didn't get it? i'll be more specific, god striker. your father has agreed on the fact that you should join blue lock. we had a deal from the start. if I paid for your sisters surgery then he would allow you to join blue lock."

you tightened your grip on nothing. oh that awful nickname, it's been ages since someone called me that. you let go of that nickname too for a reason. it's not that simple. ego thinks it's about money. it is not that fucking simple at all.

"woah, woah. calm your tits old man!you think this is a joke? my reason for leaving isn't that simple. " you spat, your jowls quivering unpleasantly. you did not make all those farewells for nothing, your existence disappearing is a critical moment in soccer history.

ego stays silent for who knows how long.

"I don't know anything about what happened between you and your father or your dead mother, I don't even want to know. but if you're saying that you will play if your father allows it, then there's your answer."

again, you did not leave so that you would go back into the world of soccer. you had to become a doctor and that was a decision you and your father came halt to.

right?

"you are smart enough to meet me and the new hire anri teieri of the japan football union at this specific location on your own. she will guide you when you're there."

"do not keep hiding, god striker. the world of football needs you. "

the older man hands you a business card. but because you are struck with terrible offence and do not coherse a response, ego drops it on a nearby table and walks out like he didn't just drop the most bewildering data on you.

"what.... the fuck?"

[  am sorry for confusing & bad first chapter, im really horrible at writing you know. hope i'll get better. ]