I stood in a corner, near the door and away from most of the other players here. The doors opened a few seconds after I entered the building filled with football players, the two boys walked inside, only to stop as everyone inside stared at them.
I stared at my phone, messaging my aunt. Though I did know she wouldn't answer either way.
The lights suddenly turned off as someone coughs into their microphone. I turned off my phone and looked up, slowly pushing forward to see a little bit better.
"Congratulations you diamonds in the rough," a lanky male with a bowl cut and glasses spoke up, standing on the stage. "According to my personal judgment, the three hundred of you are... the best strikers under eighteen." I bit my lip as I listened to his words.
"My name is Jinpachi Ego," I moved my face in a way to show a little bit of disgust when he said his name. 'Ego? What a name...' A bead of sweat dribbled down my temple as I looked away and noticed I was standing beside the blue-eyed boy from before.
I ignore most of the speech, and only when the lights turn back on do I start walking, before stopping near the literal stick figure of a male. I stare at him as he continues his speeches and others portray their opinions about his views. I sigh, studying his anatomy.
'What the hell is that posture of his...' I stare at him up and down with a weird face, a mix of worry and disgust.
"But you gamble your nation's hopes and the assurance of victory..." He speaks and straightens himself out before a door opens behind him.
"Proceed..."
I breathe in and walk, going through the door without hesitation. I gripped the strap of my bag and kept my head down, hair covering my face as I walked down the blank hall, alone.
That is until I hear footsteps. Loud footsteps. I flinch before starting to run myself, not wanting to get trampled by other teenagers.
Minutes later, I was sitting inside a bus with other people, leaning my head on the window as I looked at my phone again. A response from Auntie.
"Good luck and have fun Mikhail. You will do great! I believe in you, my boy."
I shudder, tears bubbling up in my eyes as I message her a heart emoji and look away from my phone and onto the passing mountains.
"Yeah, I will do my best..." I mumble before closing my eyes.
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His Legacy (Blue Lock)
Fanfiction(Blue lock x M! Oc) Where Mikhail Victor (or Victor Mikhail) somehow gets addicted to soccer and gets invited to a project to create an other worldly striker all the while figuring himself out and getting over physical, mental, and emotional obstacl...
