NIKE -Blue Lock-

Chocolat

Underline means they're talking in English.
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Days passed since Kunigami's elimination. She had resumed her night trainings with the guidance of Ego Jinpachi, this time while integrating her own regimen with that of the Wild Card project.

She had asked herself to integrate the training those losers were doing: she knew Kunigami would be the last winner and wanted to predict what his transformation would be like.

As the girl was driven to exhaustion day and night between matches and training, the team of three had soon become a team of five, with the addition of a boy with shark teeth and a trace to adorn his hair, Kurona Ranze, and a tall boy with light blue hair and eyes, Sokura Tetsu.

At that moment the girl was in Ego's office, sitting on his desk while listening to what he had to say.

"Therefore you will participate in seven different matches as the joker card."

Joker card: he had called her that the first time they had met, just before she joined Team Z. That was the reason she had never been able to think of that team as her own: simply because she knew she would be moved.

In the end that did not happen in the first selection, but it was happening now that they were in the third.

Not that it bothered the girl. She was used to changing locations, sports, sponsors. Changing teams to stay there for just one day was not going to be a problem.

It had never been her job to form relationships wherever she went.

Alone she had been found and alone she had to stay.

That was what the old man had told her. In fact, the relationship she had with Oliver Aiku was also based on the same principle.

"How come this choice?" asked without really being interested the girl, honestly willing to take a shower since she could feel the sweat making her shirt stick against the skin of her torso.

Her eyes carefully scanned the seven teams she would be playing with, recognizing only a few faces and finding none of them important.

The screen suddenly changed, and, instead of the seven teams of boys, a team of five young men appeared.

Although one appeared to be less than her age, with his baby face and hair that looked like multicolored cotton candy.

"These are five of the strongest players in the world, I named their team <team world five>." stated Ego, shifting his static black eyes into the equally static ones of the young woman.

How original.

"I want you to study them well, which is why you will participate in every match against them. Especially this one-" his finger pointed toward a boy who was definitely no more than my age.

"He's a young French prodigy football player, who is a member of Paris X Gen and the France National Team regarded as a supernova in the French league." explained Ego as Nicole continued to carefully scan the boy.

He had dark skin, brown eyes tending to a hazel color. The haircut was not exactly the girl's favorite, but it certainly suited the boy she was watching at the moment.

"We could consider him the prodigy of France. He's only 17 years old and he's already proven himself to be superior to so many others." the 20-year-old stated, shifting his gaze to the girl to see what she thought.

Too bad the girl thought absolutely nothing but her shower.

"All right." she said simply, reaching down from over the desk and grabbing her wig.