𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐄𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐒𝐓 | 遊ぶか死ぬか || 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊

𝐈𝐗. 𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐬

𝗔 𝗦𝗬𝗠𝗣𝗛𝗢𝗡𝗬 𝗢𝗙 struggle and tenacity was generated by the sounds of machinery humming and weights clanging in the electric atmosphere. Sweat was pervasive in the air, yet it didn't have a bad odour. Instead, it was a smell that indicated that she had worked hard and was committed to excelling.

Siera's body ached throughout the first few minutes of the workout. She eventually discovered her rhythm after some time. That resembled the moment a long-distance runner finds their stride. Her breathing got deeper and more regulated, her heart rate increased, and her muscles started to rouse from their slumber. As she lost herself in the rhythm, the tension in her body started to loosen and the only thing that mattered to her was present.

She started to push herself as she felt endorphins rushing through her body. She felt her muscles getting stronger with each repeat as a result of the physical strain on her body. She had a sense of serenity and focus that she hadn't felt in a while as her mind began to empty of ideas.

Siera could sense the energy emanating from within and that her body felt alive. She felt a flood of emotion pour over her, leaving her breathless and filled with energy. She felt powerful and unstoppable because of that throbbing, spine-tingling sensation. It appeared as though she were stepping a stone towards her destination. She pictured a jigsaw puzzle being put together, with each piece representing a component that improved the whole and made her stronger. Her desire of being the best soccer player ever served as the final puzzle component.

Sweat glistened on her skin, catching the light in a way that enhanced her features. Her muscles rippled as she moved, her gaze fixed in concentration. She was too preoccupied with the work at hand to realise that her clothing was still moist and stuck to her body. In her specific training programme, she had finished Stage I.

The door of the training room opened with two persons emerging. Ego and Anri. When they entered, they were met by a sweaty but fierce-looking Siera. The sight of the girl startled Anri. She didn't resemble the woman they initially met.

The prodigy had shorter hair and manly facial traits. The girl was still decked out in her Blue Lock spandex outfit, exposing all of her muscles. She exuded an unmistakable impression of strength and power as her toned muscles rippled beneath her skin. Her curves were hidden by a chest binder, giving her a physique that was both athletic and manly. She exuded confidence and authority because of her wide, powerful shoulders. Her arms were toned and well-defined. She walked with a powerful, certain stride and exuded resolve and inner strength.

"Congratulations, diamond in the rough," Ego said, smirking. "You've done well. You're soccer skill test will be done with the others," he continued staring at his iPad.

"Why did you make do this?" the genius questioned, deathly. There was a storm brewing within her, a tempest that threatened to tear everything apart; it was the thunder of anger. Siera was royally pissed at him. "That's for me to know and you to dot, dot, dot," Ego said cryptically.

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