His Legacy (Blue Lock)

chapter 6

After getting off the bus, I had my electronics and my wallet confiscated. Though I did get a cool uniform. Looking at the number, I got the number 300 in group Z. I pouted, slightly disappointed that I'm not a higher number.

"There'll be more room to grow if you all the way at the bottom." My aunt's face and voice appear in my thoughts as I rub my face with my hand and yawn. I breathe heavily and start walking towards the entrance of the, unnecessarily, giant building.

A few seconds into my exploration inside the building, I found the door to group Z's room. I make a slight face before walking inside. The small space had lockers on one side and bolted metal walls.

'Reminds me of the covered-up windows of a game... Dan.... Danganronpa!' I huffed and walked inside the small space.

I walked towards a locker that probably wasn't occupied, placed my stuff down by my feet, opened the door to the locker, and started changing when I saw that it was empty. Some of the other guys inside the room were talking, most of them sitting down on the floor.

As I took off my shirt, I couldn't help but feel the eyes of some of them looking at my body, eyes piercing through my skin. It suddenly felt cold as I, now, felt rushed to change. I pulled up the somehow comfortable, tight pants over my skin just as the pretty blue-eyed boy entered the room.

I closed my locker and turned around, only to see the 'Jewel of Japan' standing right behind me. He looked at me with a small, gentle, smile as I just stared at him.

"Hello there, I'm Kira Ryosuke! Though you most likely already know who I am though," he smiles as he raises a hand from his side. I grab his hand, giving it a firm handshake and introducing myself.

"Hi, the name's Victor Mikhail. A pleasure to meet you."

"No need to be so polite Victor-san, I'm just an average guy in the end," he lets go of my hand and smiles brighter before looking to the side where the pretty blue boy is. 'Blue really suits that guy...' I thought as I crouched down to look into my bag, looking for a hairband or a few. If we were going to play football, I should tie up my hair.

As if a coincidence, once I found out that I don't have any hair ties in my bag (a pain in the ass now since I will have to ask someone for them now) Ego appeared on the large screen above all of us.

"Are you done changing? You lumps of talents." People looked toward the screen, listening intently to what the stick bug guy needed to say.

"The others in your room are your roommates and your rivals who will push each other higher. I've used my personal judgment to quantify your abilities and rank you." I sighed, annoyed because this would become another speech, though I decided to listen to this one.

"That ranking will change by the day and will go up or down depending on training and games," I looked around before shuffling near a boy with very pretty pink/red hair.

"Hey..." I tapped their shoulder gently while whispering, having him move his head to face me.

"Yes?"
"I was wondering if you had a hair band," I mumble, slightly nervous as he stares straight into my eyes.
"Yeah, I have a few extras," He grabs one from his wrist before standing and going toward his locker as I follow behind, putting my hair in an inevitable topknot as he gives me some more hair bands.

"Thank you so much...?" I bow slightly, looking down at him when I sit up straight.

"Oh, my name is Chigiri Hyoma, and you?"

"Victor Mikhail."

"Nice name, I'll talk to you later," The pretty boy waves me off after he closes his locker door. I nodded before listening back to what Ego was talking about.

"By the way," A ball falls from the room, almost on top of me, "The time limit is one hundred thirty-six seconds. If you get hit with the ball, you're 'It.'" The football bounces in front of me as I stare at the other guys, the screen turning black as he explains the last rule, only for it to turn back on again with my name, my number, and an ugly little character with IT above it.

I sighed for the 16th time today, before dribbling the ball with my feet. I pouted before pulling my right leg back, blasting the ball forward, and missing Kira's head.

He chuckled, a menacing smile on his face, only for it to be destroyed when the rebound of the ball hit the back of his head.

I smirk at the fallen piece of the game, laughing slightly as he stands back up, rubbing the back of his head.

"This is gonna be fun ain't it."