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𝐕𝐈. 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭

𝗜𝗧 𝗪𝗔𝗦 𝗔𝗡 𝗔𝗕𝗦𝗢𝗟𝗨𝗧𝗘 𝗣𝗔𝗜𝗡 to go through the confusing facility with an even worse outfit. Siera was to wear a spandex suit— black with strikes of purple and the Bluelock logo on the left. She had to sport a corset-like thing beneath to conceal her female body. She glimpsed to the side of her spandex suit. There was a rank and a room name.

Siera walked in through the entrance with a prosaic look and darted her head to see the players. There were a bunch of okay players. There was a mess of diversity: A redhead, an oddball, a princess, a confused fellow, and some random players, and there he was— the rude greenhead from before. His startling eyes peered briefly at her before doing what he was doing, which was the frivolity.

Siera rolled her eyes, went to the locker and flung in her bag. She spun around and saw a gaping lot. She blinked to comprehend the situation. It hit her; her locker was the second locker from the start, the second-best player in the room.

Second best? What the hell? The phrase had almost become novel to her. The 5-time national champion, had thousands of awards at home, had been part of the women's U-20 team (in the US) for five years, and was the most promising sixteen-year-old female player in the world, was second-best in a facility in Japan?

It practically felt infuriating: an idea of destruction arrived. What Ego said was correct.

In soccer, being the best is all.

When Ego and Anri-san proposed the recommendation of joining Bluelock, Siera was reticent about the idea; what ifs, buts, and maybes ran through her head to thwart her from accepting, but there was something. There was a spark that kindled in her: a spark of expectancy and power, a spark of her talent, a spark to be the best.

She beamed. Blue Lock was going to be fun. 

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