Blue Lock's Chance

The Blue Lock Project!!

Chapter : 2 [The Blue Lock Project]

Cover made by: Me [Artwork does not belong to me]

Story timeline: Manga & Anime Events

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Yoichi waited for the director to start talking with the 1st selection and so to pass time, he looks up with a thought. 'Huh.... so Anri-chan is in a conferrence along with that money-douchebag'

The 17 year old stretched his arms up high and silently yawned. 'I wonder...What does the conferrence look like right now, I'd like to see what's happening there as of now but dad did say that there many people attending so...sucks to suck then'

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"I'm Nihei from Soccer Journal. I'd like to get some material for a story today" A man in his early 30's said, facing a certain redhead who was sitting right in front of him. 

"To get right to it...until recently you were playing for the youth team, associated with the world renowed team Real Madrid. But due to their regulations, *You weren't able to play on a top team and returned to Japan. So now, I've been meaning to ask....Do you ever we'll ever get to see you play in a domestic league? " The journalist asked, finally finishing his whole dialouge.

A male redhead, sitting with a crossedeg position had a disinterest look plastered on his face before pressing, "I'd rather drop dead". Teal colored eyes stared at the journalist, much to the man's reaction of flinching getting intimidated from the look the football player was giving him.

"If I played soccer here then I'd be better off playing with some  german college students" The redhead said, fiddling his fingers.

The journalist felt awkward to say something but did so anyways. "Umm....Itoshi-kun, you we're chosen as one of Pifa's best new eleven players. As a midfielder, you're a young athlete who's sough after by club teams all over the world. Don't you have any inspirations to someday wear the rising sun and represent Japan?" Nihei questioned, sweat drooping getting nervous with the atmosphere he and the midfielder we're currently at.

Itoshi stood up from his seat and replied, "I'm not interested in the slightest. I can never become best in the word by playing in a puny country like this . My dream is to win the champion's league" The minor then started walking towards the door and unlocking it only to look back to face Nihei.

"There's not a single one in this country who can recieve my passess. I was just born in the wrong country" He stated bluntly.

Nihei rubbed the back of his neck. "Aha...thanks for you precious time". 'He's so conceited..!'

The 17 year old walked out of a door and thanked the journalist, assuring him that his manager will take care if the rest.

The older man watched him leave the room and sighed desperately. 'I suppose there isn't anyone in Japan who can satisfy this genius...who's only interested in being the best in the world' 

A man with eyeglasses ran up to Itoshi, walking beside him. "You can't do that, Itoshi-san! Th press is going to hate you!" His manager, Giraud Dabadie cried out.