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Goal 2 | Monster Within

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Goal 2: Monster Within

The sky blue hue of a monster uncovers Ueyama's eyes. It then disappeared.

Ueyama blinked a few times as he tried to catch up to his breathing. Analyzing the situation in front of him, it seems like Kira Ryousuke got hit last, therefore he's locked off.

There he was, on the ground, looking up at Isagi with trustless gaze. Blood oozing from his nose and the bruise on his cheek swollen due to the force of the kick on the ball. "Isagi.. kun..?" He was slowly coming up to his senses and realizing what happened. "What are you.. doing..?"

"Wait, what is this? What just happened?" Kira continued to mutter. Able to move, Ueyama walked closer to the scene in front of him. The others looked at him as well, probably due to his incredible height that he almost towered everyone in the room.

He looked down at the poor snowflake. "I'm sorry, it's just- the ball was in front of me, I.." Isagi tried to explain himself. He even looked like he felt bad for kicking the kind guy.

"Huh? Don't give me that cra-"

Claps from behind them were heard and they all looked up to see Ego on the screen. "Congratulations, you diamond in the rough. Only results matter here and- Losers lock off." Ego said.

"Kira Ryousuke, you are disqualified."

Like fish out of water, Kira gaped as his lip quivered in doubt. "This is bullshit.. how is it possible for my future career to lie in tatters.. all because of some lame game?! I'm Japanese soccer's jewel in the crown!" The snowflake yelled.

"Then, what the fuck did you sign up here for?" Ueyama butts in. People in the room looked at Ueyama. "Despite the things he told us, probably even warned us of the condition that if you lose, you're complaining."

"Don't stand up on your high horse, your highness." Kira muttered. "I AM HERE to prove that he's wrong about everythi-!"

"Then, win."

Kira stopped yelling. "Win, then tell him that." Ueyama glared at Kira with his red and blue orbs.

"In Blue Lock, everything is related to soccer, in case you don't know." Ego scratched his head. "Look around, Mr. 'Elite'. The room you are in- is the same size as the penalty area. Roughly, 75% of all goals are born within this confines. If you can't do your work here, then you are no striker."

"S-So what? Tag is nothing like soccer!"

"If you're the one running away, you should have the skills; interpersonal space, techniques and positioning. If you're the one doing the chasing, you must possess your dribbling and aim must be precise and the quality of your kicks must be high. That makes it a perfect training drill, stupid."

"Even so! How can someone know about me in a matter of 2 minutes! A soccer match is about 90 minutes!" As Kira continued to defend his stand, Ueyama disappeared from Kira's line of sight and sat down on the side, sighing. Words are useless on dumb people.

"U-e-chan!" Bachira jumped on Ueyama and latched himself to him. "Fuck! You found me-"

Ego continued to explain to the dumb snowflake to get it through his thick skull. "Well, you could've survived if you hit the ball to the immobilized Igaguri. You knew there was one second left there, you didn't think. In a way, it was the last play before the final whistle. The moment your teammate's shot hit you, you gave up and accepted defeat, that's fucking why you didn't see it."